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Despite day in and day out training I still land on my ass whenever she decides to surprise me. "Why aren't you this brutal with Steve?" She hands me a glass of water and sits next to me. "I don't trust him to tell me if he's reached his limit, even if he's doing it for no other reason than his lack of trust in me." She leans back against the wall and I see movement out of the corner of my eye.
Steve is standing out of her sight.
I lean back and think of a way to get them to get along. "It's a shame." She lazily turns her head more towards me and raises an eyebrow. " I need a partner in mischief, think you're up for it?" She ponders the question but I can see the excitement in her periwinkle eyes. "I'm always up for a bit of mischief. It's been ages since me and a friend, Loo, were able too." I nod. "It will involve Steve, Peggy, and dancing." As she laughs I check to see if Steve is still standing there, he's not. "I don't dance." "You didn't say 'can't' you said 'don't'."
She shrugs. "Never had time to practice. I'm sure I could, I just choose not to." I stand up and turn to her before holding out my hand and bowing. "And just what in the hell do you think you're doing?" I can't stop the smirk that comes across my face as I stand and offer my hand. "And what in the hell do you think you're doing?" I clicked my tongue at her. "You said 'don't' not 'can't'. I'm gonna need you to prove you are able to dance my dear." She shook her head. "No." I sigh as I straighten. "Then you'll have to do it later."
She narrows her eyes and tries to find a way out. She's suddenly in my arms laughing at my horrible posture. No, not possible.
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She narrows her eyes and tries to find a way out. "You get out of doing this with Steve later." She huffs but stands and takes my hand. It is so much easier to notice the height difference like this, her 4'11 doesn't even come up to my shoulders due to my height of 6'0. She shakes her head and pulls away. "I'm too short for this shit." I consider her for a moment before pulling her back to me and lifting her a bit, resting her feet on top of mine gives her a little leverage.
She raises an eyebrow at me but wraps an arm around my shoulders none the less. I take her right hand in mine and slowly sway with her. "See, not so difficult." She rolls her eyes but still lays her head on my shoulder. "I never learned this when I was younger, not really. My mother would try to teach me but I was always too sick for it." Her other arm wraps around my shoulders and my arms wrap more firmly around her waist. "When I started to get better I tried teaching myself. Shmidt wasn't always bad, he actually turned it into my free time, learning to dance, and-" She shakes her head.
"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to doll, but you can tell me everything you want to." She straitens before pulling away entirely. "No, it's not that thats the problem." She sits at her desk and fidgets with the lining of my jacket, I haven't had the want to ask for it back. "It's the humanizing him thats the problem. He was human, but what he did to himself..." She shakes her head again and wrings her hands. "By the time he started experimenting on other people everything human about him was gone, yet he still tried to act like he knew what was best for humanity. It was sickening." She clenches her jaw before standing up.
"I should go, thats enough human contact for one day I think." I nod and back away to give her space. As she walks past me she hesitates for a moment before kissing my cheek then leaning her forehead against my neck. "Your a good human Sargent Barnes, don't let this war take it from you." She walks around me and leaves the room but not before waving at Steve as she passes his hiding spot. "See you around Captain Tight-Ass."
When she's gone he comes out from his hiding spot and smirks at me. "What's that look for punk?" His smirk just gets wider. "You've got it bad you jerk." I shove his shoulder not trying to think of how right he was.