@croccin-champagne
"Probably not." She agreed, shaking her head. "You just wanna hang out?"
"Probably not." She agreed, shaking her head. "You just wanna hang out?"
"To be honest," he said, rocking her back and forth, "A little R and R doesn't sound to bad."
"Then that's what we'll do. We've got cold pizza and a couch, it's perfect." She said, smiling as she moved back and forth.
"Can't imagine anything better he said as they shuffled awkwardly back to the couch. "Ya know, for someone so flirtatious, you blush a lot."
"Just around you." She said, laughing at the odd shuffle. Once they had sat down, she tucked herself into his side, still holding onto him.
"Today has been….weird, to say the least," he said, using his bad arm to rub his face.
She sighed, nodding. "A mess, and then some. And….shitty, mostly."
"I gotta agree," he said, pulling her the slightest bit closer. "The kiss was great, though."
"The highlight to a shit day?" She looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.
"The highlight to any day," he corrected, matching her raised eyebrow.
She huffed a laugh, nodding. "Gotta say, it probably was my best first kiss with anyone."
"I doubt that," he said, shaking his head. "I'ma bit rusty."
"And yet, still the best." She wrinkled her nose, lips pulled up in a small half smile. "Testament to my precious taste, huh?"
"Precious is probably the nicest way to describe it," he said, rolling his eyes.
((Sksksk I MEANT TO TYPE PREVIOUS OH MY GOD))
(Keep it, that banter is wonderful)
"Rude!" She huffed dramatically, poking his side. "Y'know, you kinda just insulted yourself."
"I am aware of how self deprecating that statement was, Ms. Stark," he said, twisting away from her hand the best he could.
"Just making sure." She retracted her hand, shaking her head with a small smile.
He shuffled back to where he was before, resting his chin on the top of Peggy's head. "Yes, you can do much better than me."
"Nah. I like you just like fine." She said, closing her eyes as she fiddled with the hem of his shirt. "Better than fine."
"What about Captain America's son, Hm?" he challenged, looking down at her. "That fucker has abs on abs."
She wrinkled her nose, her whole face scrunching up. "You do realize there's like, such a thing as too much muscle, right? He's good looking and all, but at some point, it's like hugging a fucking brick wall."
((Oh god, just a little while ago, my nose itched, and like four minutes later I realized I had done the same thing Klaus does with the violently rubbing his nose))
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