A monster.Like the ones in the mall. Robin quickly glanced down, to see if she'd see something moving under her clothes and under her skin. She could swear she felt crawling. Maybe that was part of the monster's tricks.
Robin looked back up. "He has? I guess you don't make him wear a uniform." Steve hated the way that hat covered up his hair, blamed it for his bad luck flirting. If she had been honest with him then, maybe they could have traded tips for getting girls.
Robin managed a small, shaky smile at the rings. "It was real? Everyone accepted you and your Steve were married?" In other circumstances, she might have noted the was, and were, and the sad implication that might be widowed. At the moment, she was in awe. The chanting seemed to die down to a whisper. It had never seemed possible to her before that she could have a future that included marriage. All the other girls had been scribbling Mrs. on their notebooks followed by the last name of their crushes, when she was young. She figured it simply wasn't an option for her. And now, it could be someday. If she got back to the station. "Then let's go back." The sooner, the better.
Robin looked at Bucky, wondering if he knew how much that meant to her that someone not only knew her secret, could relate and be open. His offer of protection was even more amazing. He didn't even know her. "Thank you." The chanting was almost gone, which would have been good - except she could now hear the roll of the wheeled table. "Even if he's not real, I wanna go now."