Steve was very determinedly not thinking about all the different ways this evening might involve heating up. He was definitely, definitely not thinking about that, although the pink in his cheeks, his slightly glazed eyes, and the lax part of his mouth probably indicated otherwise. Peggy's casual mention of skipping straight to dessert, whether she had meant it this way or not, had sent Steve's thoughts in a very particular direction, which was contributing to his current expression. It was moments like these that he still couldn't believe Peggy was choosing to be here with him, of all people. He had no idea how he'd gotten so lucky, and he shot to his feet as soon she reached for her plate, picking up his own as well as the casserole dish, which he very nearly dropped when her voice dropped to a lower register that sent a spark of electricity straight down to his toes.
He was bright pink by now, no doubt about it, but he grinned at her nonetheless, because this was flirting, this was obviously flirting, enough that even Steve had no trouble picking up on it. "Well, you really oughta check me over then, Miss Carter," he said, which felt bold, but in a good way. In a way that gave him a pleasant, thrilling rush.
It was quick work to cover the plates and return all of the food to the fridge, and once that was done, Steve caught Peggy by the hand and pulled her into a tight hug, pressing an impulsive kiss to her cheek. "I'm really glad you're here," he murmured. "Thanks for coming so quick." Because that had meant a lot, the fact that he'd asked her to come, and then here she was, the very next day. Having her here in front of him, in his arms once more - that was leaps and bounds more reassuring than any conversation they could have over the phone.