Re: Fenway Park, an hour or two into the fighting—Peggy/Captain America
[Impress her? Steve smiles again, this time a shocked thing turned to honesty, beaten gold in the spray of white light from the stadium. He shoots Peggy a look that borders on slyness, a little foreign on that All-American face, before he has to turn away—his attention dragged back to the mucking task at hand. He has to leave her for a second to drive back another two Marauders intent on slipping through the turnstiles and into the hive of refugees for a little Christmas shopping. It's with a kick to the face of one, using the neck of the other as grip, followed by tossing the second on the first and finishing them both with the blue of the alien laser.
Breathless, he turns back to Peggy, retreating toward her with the shield up. He stops when he's next to her, both of them covered in the concavity of ringing vibraniam. He leans in closer to her as the area around them is clear once again.] Ma'am, I can't help what happens when you watch me.
[The only issue with Steve's show of bravado—the only kink in the staged expression is the continuing hue of red that covers his face and the fact that he has to look away after a minute.]