Re: Log: PJ/Steve - Carriage House
He wore no belt or suspenders and his shirt didn't have any buttons. He didn't have a jacket to put on, or a hat. More than all of that, he didn't have a clue to even start putting together what was going on. So when he saw her, at the bottom of the stairs, smiling up at him, it was more than a relief. If Peggy was here—even if she was strangely dressed; were those... trousers? what was that hat?—if Peggy was here, then it had to be safe. Even if he had to try not to stare.—He smiled back at her and her casual lean, her glittering brown eyes and mischievous grin. He finished his descent, down to the last stair, where he remained, dipping to join her in her lean against the banister.
"It is kismet, isn't it?" His blue gaze drifted, just briefly, to the bag that was on the floor behind Peggy. "What's that?" And more importantly, "Where are we?" Steve didn't want to admit to his memory blanking—it wouldn't reflect well on the serum, that's for sure—, but he was an honest man, for better or worse. "I can't seem to recall how we got here. Though, that you're here with me is the most important thing." Steve smiled again. Since Peggy seemed to be at ease, he was too. He didn't feel like he had to creep around. In fact, he felt relaxed enough to sidle up to her, one arm moving to her waist after one glance around to make sure no superiors were watching. But, they were alone. He pulled her to him, if he could, turning as he did so to face her.
And, well, unless she stopped him, he leaned in to kiss her.