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That is a respectable coffee order, ma'am. Happy to comply. Give me ten.

And drink some water. Caffeine is a diuretic.

[He can't resist the opportunity to mother hen a little, evidently, given the chance.]

((I'm assuming post TWS, if that's okay?))

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Hold on, are you telling me you hacked SHIELD, or did you just pick up the files Romanoff let loose on the internet a few months back?

[The information is more or less the same, but he's going to be more impressed if it's the former. And a little more disturbed.]

Not really. They didn't give any less than I did.

Also the pictures they used were all wrong. Everyone looked so serious. If you tried to take a photo when any of those guys were looking, they made faces at the camera.

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[Of course, 'dating' presents its own set of challenges, namely that Steve was never very good at it and has lost what little practice he had. Also, spending a whole lot of time in public is a bad idea for them. They're pretty recognizable.

Coffee, picnics, and games of tag (or water fights) should work, though.]

Star-spangled boxers. [He returns the smirk, and even if his ear-tips turn pink, he's not too awkward to push his luck a little.] But it's the sock garters that really make the look.

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Me? Heavens no. You're not property, Steve. [Possessive wouldn't be the word she'd use, Captain. Overprotective, yes. Sprinkled with a dash of jealous. When you didn't get the chance to see where what they had could lead, well you were bound to be jealous of anyone else that might have, or had the chance to.

But she has a lot to learn about this Steve Rogers. Moreso than the Peggy he had known. Maybe getting to know his friends, of both genders, might be a good idea after all.

Carefully she lowered herself onto the leather sofa, making sure the robe laid somewhat modestly against her thighs before crossing her legs at her ankles. This wasn't her first choice to throw on after drinking the night before. Being in a foggy haze you grabbed whatever was hanging up in the closet. She felt more comfortable in uniform pants and a combat shirt.]

Of course you do. I have to admit, I sometimes forget you're not my... [There's a pause in both her confession and her leaning in to pour out the drink from shaker to glass. Smile faultering for a brief moment as she considered.] ...the Steve who I knew. [She corrects somberly, silently offering the first glass over with a telling look that says, you don't have to take it, I'm just being polite.

She's also learning to play hostess.]