Well, you're a little scary when you're jealous. [Ironically, though, he sort of is property. At least, the extra hundred pounds and several inches that the serum packed onto his little body is technically government property, and he's lost track of who has the patent to the serum and/or any of its variations.
But he's not property of a specific person, nor does he wish to be. Not really his kink. He smiles at her, trying to be subtle about the way he's watching her as she sits and makes herself comfortable. His heartbeat is ramping up, but he has every intention of behaving himself. Unless she asks him not to.
He accepts the glass graciously and nods his understanding, gaze softening.] Vice-versa, for me, for what it's worth. The Peggy I knew...well. She had a life after I crashed into the arctic, a good one. A husband who was good for her, work and family and all that.
And I'm glad. I honestly think she did better without me around than she would've with me. Accomplished a hell of a lot, anyway. But I'd be lying if I tried to tell you I ever got over what might've been.
[He can still feel that first-and-last kiss between them on his lips.] Wouldn't be right for either of us to substitute what's in front of us for what we lost, but I don't think there's anything wrong with memories being a jumping-off place to build something new. If you want.
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Date: 2018-07-09 02:38 pm (UTC)But he's not property of a specific person, nor does he wish to be.
Not really his kink.He smiles at her, trying to be subtle about the way he's watching her as she sits and makes herself comfortable. His heartbeat is ramping up, but he has every intention of behaving himself. Unless she asks him not to.He accepts the glass graciously and nods his understanding, gaze softening.] Vice-versa, for me, for what it's worth. The Peggy I knew...well. She had a life after I crashed into the arctic, a good one. A husband who was good for her, work and family and all that.
And I'm glad. I honestly think she did better without me around than she would've with me. Accomplished a hell of a lot, anyway. But I'd be lying if I tried to tell you I ever got over what might've been.
[He can still feel that first-and-last kiss between them on his lips.] Wouldn't be right for either of us to substitute what's in front of us for what we lost, but I don't think there's anything wrong with memories being a jumping-off place to build something new. If you want.