I'm always dtf (down to fight)

“I should suppose not,” she replied primly, trying to ignore the flush that had sent heat all through her cheeks and to her ears. “I called several times, and when the operator said that the line was busy each one I thought I’d better...come and make certain everything was alright.”

Peggy glanced back at Steve again to find that he’d found something to cover up with, letting her eyes settle on him fully when she knew that he was covered for certain.

“So...” she cleared her throat, “is...everything alright then?”

fabuliz (via wordsnquotes)

“I’m...I’m sure we will be,” Peggy couldn’t quite bite back her giggle as the small space left between them grew hotter by the moment. 

Steve’s hands were confident, steady, if urgent, and she tilted her head back in the stuffy confines of the closet, certain that her hair would be a mess after this. It had caught against the tooth of a wool coat. The bitter scent of the fabric was thick in her nose. At the moment she couldn’t care less. 

Peggy’s mouth occupied itself with Steve’s again as he found her purchase against the back of the closet, and there was a dull thump as he hiked her up onto his hips, her stomach muscles complaining at the unusual strain to their natural state of being. 

She ignored that too, focused on the way that his breath stole hers, her teeth catching at the edge of his jaw as she wrapped her legs about his waist and scraped them carefully along his throat, kissing the crook of neck and shoulder beneath the loosened collar of his good shirt. God knew she would have to clean it for him later, but that didn’t particularly bother her for the moment either.

One hand had come to bury itself at the base of Steve’s scalp, her fingers tangling in the blond strands of his hair, the other clinging desperately to his shoulder, doing everything in its power to keep her close to him and upright. 

“Are you saying...you want to go back?”

(via unsaidhabits)

Raindrops | Closed RP

“Of course I’m frustrated,” she removed the towel completely, flapping it in the air a moment before her knuckles made solid connection with her jutted out hip. “We lost a lot of men today.”

The General would likely hold her partially responsible, and of course she was, after all. Peggy sighed, deflating just a little. 

“All we seem to do is take two steps forward and one step back again.”

“I know,” Steve replied gently, standing up. He was still distinctly damp, but he ignored the water clinging to him in favor of talking to Peggy about this. “But I couldn’t help but wonder why it led to this.” He noticed her shoulders drooping, and reached up to put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. He knew exactly what she was thinking. “I’ll tell Philips what happened. It wasn’t your fault. "It’s still one step forward. It’s a lot of work, I won’t lie. But we’re at least making progress.”

Philips wouldn’t listen. Peggy rolled her lips inward, tasting the chalk of her lipstick, forgetting to move away from Steve as his hand squeezed at her shoulder. 

“It was my fault, Steve,” she looked up at him. She still half-expected to look down at his previous self, skinny and determined. “I was in charge, and it is my fault that we lost them.” She’d made a bad decision.

“And most of them were just boys.” She thought of her brother, and how the last time she had seen him he had been mad at her for choosing to listen to her fiancé’s desire to keep her at home. She wondered how many other sisters would weep in the next few days when they received word that their brothers had been killed in action.

Raindrops | Closed RP

Her arms ached a little with the fore of drying Steve’s hair. They’d mucked it all up, and there would be mud in every crevice for the next week, and it only seemed to gunk up on the towel that she was using and Peggy couldn’t help but clench her jaw in annoyance at the entire situation.

She’d always had to do something with her hands when something was bothering her. 

Peggy let out a sigh of distress at the situation, glancing down at Steve as she continued to work the towel through his hair and then she paused, heart fluttering. Blue eyes stared up at her, and the young agent blinked rapidly, feeling her cheeks heat as she suddenly realised what she was doing. 

He was a grown man, completely capable of drying his own hair, as she recalled he had said to her before when she had come at him in a flurry, and Peggy cleared her throat, embarrassment growing. 

Water still clung to his eyelashes, and his pale face had come mostly clean in the rain, though his uniform still had mud crusted around the edges. Peggy took the towel away slowly, pursing her lips.

“What?” she finally asked, on the defensive. 

Steve held his head still as she worked, deciding to make this as easy as possible for her. She seemed almost angry with the amount of dirt and water on him, and it was kind of endearing (not that he would tell her that). He decided not to say anything, noticing the intense focus that she had when going about most things. Best not to break that. Plus, it gave him a chance to watch her, with the excuse of her being right in front of him. When she stopped, he shifted so he was more at the edge of his seat and looked up at her. “Nothing, nothing,” he assured her, smiling a little. “You just seem a little… frustrated, is all.”

“Of course I’m frustrated,” she removed the towel completely, flapping it in the air a moment before her knuckles made solid connection with her jutted out hip. “We lost a lot of men today.”

The General would likely hold her partially responsible, and of course she was, after all. Peggy sighed, deflating just a little. 

“All we seem to do is take two steps forward and one step back again.”

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