Perhaps it was how attentively Bucky was in warming up the cream before he applied it, but she felt that little skip in her heart feeling his hands on her delicate skin. He didn't even go wary around the bullet wound scars on the back of her right shoulder and swept her hair aside so he could do as Steve suggested and work the suncream into her neck. "You're a peach, Barnes," she said a little huskily, looking over her shoulder back at the two boys. "Steve's been teaching you how to be a gentleman again, I see."
Peggy had been thoroughly taken over the night before but they always managed to stoke a fire in her that had never been completely put out. She couldn't wait until she got to see them together again in the privacy and comfort of their own room. "Do you remember that night in France in '44?" she spoke to them both, "When there was no wood for a fire, just a bottle of rum and a tent for us to share?"