[ The last thing that Steve wants it to be used as a bargaining chip in some fight over chicken, and yet he doesn't protest when Sam makes such a bold claim. Surely Natasha will relent just this once, understanding that they need something to focus on here and there, something to keep them going — even if it's as simple as sneaking through a grocery store to get some ingredients for fried chicken. Sometimes that's enough.
Either way, Steve will cross that bridge when they come to it, which will only be when Natasha comes back. That might not be for a few more days, depending on how deep the rabbit hole goes when it comes to hunting down Wanda.
Speaking of Nat, that adamant refusal of poker may be a little over-the-top, but it's also valid. Steve's had his fair share of difficult poker opponents, and yet Natasha was on a whole other level, to the point that it went past the point of being fun in some cases. Well, she had fun with it, but she also understood by now that poker was basically a can of worms among their little group.
Thankfully, there were other options. Like... dancing.
Steve's torn, in all honesty. This may be an old wound, but it's one that's easily reopened, as he's just learned. Sam had no way of knowing that this was a sore spot that shouldn't be prodded at, but Steve also wonders if it's fair to let something as innocent as an offer to dance compromise him like this. The fact is that Peggy would call him ridiculous for this reaction. More than that, she'd probably want him to learn; she'd want someone else to take up that mantle in her absence. (Wouldn't she?)
Naturally, Sam does pick up on his hesitance and continues to extend that olive branch while also offering Steve an out. That level of consideration is something that Sam's always managed with ease, and yet Steve appreciates each instance of it. As much as he doesn't like being treated like he's fragile, Sam somehow is able to respect his boundaries without making him feel as if he's coddled. ]
Well, now I have to ask where you learned. [ Steve's eyebrow lifts up as he quirks a small smile. ] And what kind of dancing are we talking, here?
[ It's hard to imagine they'll be waltzing or anything quite so formal. That sort of thing is part of bygone era save for extremely special occasions. Steve hasn't quite agreed to the offer yet, but he is showing an interest in the subject, so that's likely a step in the right direction. ]
Either way, we should eat before we do anything else, right?
[ He's an awful cook, but he has to imagine this chicken is almost done. He nods toward the stove, wondering if Sam may have gotten distracted for a moment. ]
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Either way, Steve will cross that bridge when they come to it, which will only be when Natasha comes back. That might not be for a few more days, depending on how deep the rabbit hole goes when it comes to hunting down Wanda.
Speaking of Nat, that adamant refusal of poker may be a little over-the-top, but it's also valid. Steve's had his fair share of difficult poker opponents, and yet Natasha was on a whole other level, to the point that it went past the point of being fun in some cases. Well, she had fun with it, but she also understood by now that poker was basically a can of worms among their little group.
Thankfully, there were other options. Like... dancing.
Steve's torn, in all honesty. This may be an old wound, but it's one that's easily reopened, as he's just learned. Sam had no way of knowing that this was a sore spot that shouldn't be prodded at, but Steve also wonders if it's fair to let something as innocent as an offer to dance compromise him like this. The fact is that Peggy would call him ridiculous for this reaction. More than that, she'd probably want him to learn; she'd want someone else to take up that mantle in her absence. (Wouldn't she?)
Naturally, Sam does pick up on his hesitance and continues to extend that olive branch while also offering Steve an out. That level of consideration is something that Sam's always managed with ease, and yet Steve appreciates each instance of it. As much as he doesn't like being treated like he's fragile, Sam somehow is able to respect his boundaries without making him feel as if he's coddled. ]
Well, now I have to ask where you learned. [ Steve's eyebrow lifts up as he quirks a small smile. ] And what kind of dancing are we talking, here?
[ It's hard to imagine they'll be waltzing or anything quite so formal. That sort of thing is part of bygone era save for extremely special occasions. Steve hasn't quite agreed to the offer yet, but he is showing an interest in the subject, so that's likely a step in the right direction. ]
Either way, we should eat before we do anything else, right?
[ He's an awful cook, but he has to imagine this chicken is almost done. He nods toward the stove, wondering if Sam may have gotten distracted for a moment. ]