Re: Fenway Park, an hour or two into the fighting—Peggy/Captain America
[The slyness elicits a laugh, the look so foreign on his boyish face that it's more comical than alluring to her in a traditional way. She is drawn to his humor and the Steve that's underneath the guise of Captain America. The Steve that is capable of sharp jokes and sarcasm and some decidedly not innocent things. Peggy likes his infallibility. She fell for the man, after all, not the stripes nor the super soldier. Her musings and appreciation and the lush red smile are interrupted, however, as Steve speeds off to clear off more Marauders. She wheels around herself and fires a couple of warning shots towards some brave aliens advancing. They scatter again, though some determined ones get bullets to the the leg.
She turns back, curls spilling in her face, and she smirks over at him, rifle resting at her side as he covers them with the shield. Looking up at him with affectionate brown eyes, she leaned in even closer.] I don't believe an American icon should talk like that, Captain. [The blush brings forth a bigger smile, and before she can talk herself out of it, she uses her free hand to catch the back of his neck and pull him towards her until she could catch his mouth with hers. Her body slides up against his, and she gives herself this moment of indulgence because she hadn't seen him in days, and she had been worried about him, and they did just save each others' lives.]