His eyes seemed to light up and roam all over her as she stood above him with her gun pointed away from them both and how she could seriously just forget for a moment all that had happened in the past few weeks and just give him a kiss. Peggy told herself to get a grip and she simply maintained her intimidating position, as she was accustomed to it.
He had the audacity to sit on the ground, looking ruffled and messy and stained, scraped skin and actually grin at her. Peggy raised her eyebrow and tried not to laugh at how young and like Stevie he looked. Her little boy would always give her a goofy grin whenever he fell from the tree and brushed it off without a single cry.
"You're covered in filth, Barnes," she said, shaking her head. "And why were you playing Peeping Tom through the window?"