Re: Xmas log, Marvel: Sharon C/Steve R
Steve smiled at Sharon, around the coffee-dark rim of his cup, teeth white. She wobbled only a bit before she steadied, skates carving into skim ice, and she didn't need his elbow, so he tucked it back to his side and moved forward, careful not to spill coffee over himself or his partner.
"A friend of yours?" He wasn't sure what that meant, but he did have a telephone, a compact thing that bled blue light and reeked of Stark tech, all sleek, black, and with a lens on the back. He fished it out of his pocket and held it up with a triumphant smile. He didn't do much of that these days, but it came easily enough. He wagged it in the frigid air, careful not to drop it from the palm of his mittens. He wasn't exactly certain of how filming on the device worked, because he hadn't sat down to figure it out, but he had faith he could figure it out easily enough. "I'll film you."