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[ She knows she can't put up this front for Steve, but then it's not for him that she does it so much as for herself. Right now it probably serves as a good front for those looking at her too, but she has a feeling that won't last for long. She likely won't be able to hide the shock and surprise at the things she'll see once they step outside.

One step at a time, though— and she's not alone. That's the most important thing to remember right now. ]

Alright. [ She follows next to Steve, eyes roaming the corridor and the few people they cross paths with, gaze landing on the lift doors when they stop in front of it. Even the small button lighting up is a source of wonder to her. ]

That suits me just fine. I think I can handle a motorcycle ride. [ God, she hopes so— but she is indeed imagining a rather different vehicle than the one she'll see, and likely much slower too. Once the lift reaches their level and pings, she looks over to see the doors opening, taking a peek for a moment before she steps inside. A bit more modern, but she can still recognise a lift when she sees one, and it's hardly the first time she's used one. Although she doesn't know the floor they're headed to, so she waits for Steve to push the right button. ]

[ The basic concept of an elevator is still the same as it was back in the forties, even though the ones in the current day are faster and more advanced. Steve doesn't say anything about it as he steps inside, only nodding as Peggy agrees to get on his bike. She might reconsider that when she sees it, but she's always welcome to change her mind.

Once they're both in, Steve presses the button labelled "P" and the elevator slides into life, moving so smoothly that it's a little difficult to tell that it's even moving. The Triskelion is a tall structure, so they have quite a few floors to go before it stops again.

Eventually it does, though, and Steve leads them out into the garage. There are a few other cars parked, along with some sturdier trucks and vans that are clearly armored and built to handle gunfire. Steve heads to the corner where his bike is parked and digs into his pocket for the keys. His bike is a Harley, black with silver accents and well taken care of given how it shimmers. Steve tends to it himself, not willing to let anyone else touch it.

He turns back to Peggy with a pleased smile hinting at his lips. ] It's gone through a bit of an upgrade compared to the one you saw me use.

[ The thing is, her choice likely lies between sitting on a bike with Steve or having to get into one of the more modern cars or (God forbid) buses. So all in all, she may just go with what's more familiar, and considering that's Steve, the bike will be her preferred option, if only for the fact that she can hold onto him as tightly as she might need to.

Stepping out of the lift is as weird as it was being in it, but then she feels like her life will be like that a lot for the foreseeable future. Just one strange thing followed by another. Peggy will just have to learn to keep up— and she tries that just now, following after Steve across the garage, her eyes jumping from one car to the next, wide in wonder and amazement. Of course she can tell what they are, and in some cases, what they're for, but they're still vastly different from what she knows, as well as what she was expecting.

Then again, she doesn't really know what she was expecting.

She finally slows down when they reach the bike, and it's... almost obvious to her that it's Steve's. She finds it somehow even more fascinating than all the other vehicles there, but that may just be because of who it belongs to. Taking a few steps closer, she walks around it, tentatively reaching out and tracing her fingers along the leather of the seat. ]

Oh, Steve. It's gorgeous. [ She smiles, giddy and pleased for no discernible reason. ] I think it'll do just fine.

[ It's not as if Steve had been looking for Peggy's approval, exactly, but he does find his chest swelling with pride and relief alike as he watches her examine his bike. It's not an extension of him in quite the way that the shield is, but it's still important to him. Strange as it might be, the way that she looks at it and handles it reminds him a little of how she'd behaved when he'd come out of the chamber after being infused with the serum and exposed to vita rays. Like she's looking at something brand new, but also fascinating. ]

I do what I can to keep her in tip top shape. [ Steve cracks a smile as he runs a hand over the body, chasing Peggy's touch. ] It's only a twenty minute drive to my apartment, so it shouldn't be too bad. [ Although chances are it's going to feel much longer to Peggy, given that she's going to be over-stimulated by all the new sights.

Steve bends forward to unlock the bike and then wheels it out of the parking spot before he arcs his leg up and over and settles onto it, looking more at home there than he has since they first ran into each other. ]

Sorry, I don't have a helmet for you to wear, but I promise I'll drive safely. [ The fact that he never wears a helmet himself is just a small hint of his general recklessness, but that's something Peggy should be all too familiar with. Steve nods to the space behind him. ] Hop on.

[ It's a little bit like that, even if Steve's transformation had been much more impressive. He'd barely reached her height before he stepped into that chamber, but he came out of it with certainly more than a foot on her, the width of his shoulders about twice as wide as hers. And, well... there were also the muscles. It was all really very impressive, she feels that her shock and awe were justified. (The touching too.)

At least this time she doesn't act quite so inappropriately, even if inwardly she's thinking how good Steve looks when he takes his seat on that bike. She quirks an eyebrow, trying to look amused and not like a twenty minute ride out in the future terrifies her more than just a little. ]

I wouldn't have taken you for a rule breaker, Steve. [ She's kidding, obviously. She likes to think she knows Steve better than that.

More than willing to put her safety entirely on Steve's hands, Peggy steps closer to the bike, slinging a leg over the backseat and adjusting herself. Her feet propped on the foot rests on both sides, she wraps her arms around Steve, unceremoniously pressing herself against his back. ]

[ There's no way that Peggy couldn't be joking about that, given that she'd been one of the people who'd helped Steve to break the rules back when they'd flown into enemy territory so that he could invade a POW camp. She and Howard had always had his back with that kind of thing, and it's nice to know that he'll have support like that again.

Not that the Avengers don't also provide Steve with that, but it's different. He's supposed to watch out for them, not the other way around.

For all that Steve had ridden his bike back during the war, he never did so with Peggy in tow, and so he can't help the way that his chest grows tight as she settles in, pressing her body up against his back to hold on tight.

He'd almost forgotten what it was like to have a crush. Steve exhales and then nods, turning the key in the ignition so that the bike roars to life beneath them. He drives it toward the garage's exit, hand slipping down to the underside of the left handlebar to hit a small button there, which triggers the garage door to open. It's one of the few adjustments he'd allowed Tony to make. ]

Here goes.

[ Once the doors have slid open all the way, Steve drives out, taking them onto an empty stretch of road that will soon lead to a main street. All of DC looms out before them, and he can only imagine the look on Peggy's face right now. ]

[ The longer the moment is drawn out, the more difficult it is for her, like any moment she expects to get cold feet and run back into the facility in a panic. She fights the urge to do so even now, though, and focuses instead on drawing as much strength from Steve as she possibly can.

Being this close helps, actually. It doesn't distract her nearly as much as she hoped it would, but he's warm and solid and she can feel his muscles beneath his clothes when her hands press into his chest and abdomen. For once, she feels like this is the best thing to be focusing on, just the feel of Steve's solid presence against her palms. Like that much is tangible and real, and everything else will just be things passing her by.

When he slows near the exit, she nearly gasps at the lump forming in her stomach, a tight knot that nearly makes her sick. She closes her eyes tightly until suddenly there's more light and she can feel the wind on her face, the sound of the people and the traffic around them— then she opens her eyes again.

She could probably think of a few inventive words to say to the sight of the city around her, but she's effectively rendered speechless. With her mouth open wide and eyes even wider still, she finds it nearly impossible to focus on a single thing happening, and it's sheer panic she has to thank for clinging even tighter to Steve, her whole body tense and unmoving. At least it means she won't fall down.

It's impossible. Everything... is so much. She can't even begin to point out all the small yet enormous things that are so shockingly different to her. Thankfully she doesn't have to; all she has to do is hold on until they reach Steve's flat. God, she can't wait until they're somewhere small, quiet and behind closed doors again. ]

[ Steve hadn't really expected Peggy to say anything about the scenery they passed through, packed streets full of foreign sights. He had been speechless when he'd raced into the middle of Times Square to be bombarded with images and technologies he couldn't begin to understand at the time. He's come a long way since then, and Peggy will make the same journey and probably make it look effortless.

Though Steve does notice the way that she clings on to him during the ride, and he knows it's not because she's afraid of falling off. He's the only thing about the world that makes sense to her right now, he imagines. Steve's glad she at least has that much, because he hadn't.

As promised, the ride is a quick one, Steve knowing some of the shortcuts through alleys that allow them to avoid the heavier traffic of the city. He points out his apartment building to Peggy as soon as it comes into view, then eases his bike into his assigned parking space outside.

He turns the bike off, locks it, and then swings his leg over to dismount, turning to Peggy and focusing in on her rather than on their surroundings. If it weren't for the cars and billboards, it would seem like any other semi-residential street.

Steve sets his hand on Peggy's shoulder and gives it a squeeze, staring into her eyes. ] You hanging in there okay? [ He's got the lunch packs hanging from his elbow; hopefully they haven't been jostled too much by the drive. ]

[ Even if she had something to say to all this, the noise of the bike made talking pointless when Steve likely wouldn't be able to hear half of it. In the end silence feels like the only reaction to have, though, and she stays completely stunned for the duration of their trip.

The bike slows to a halt but she barely even processes it, her hands holding onto Steve's sides for a moment longer even as he dismounts, finally letting go. She licks her lips and swallows dryly, taking slow, steadying breaths, eyes just a little wide and not entirely capable from hiding the shock and awe in her expression.

She looks at Steve when he talks, a hand reaching for his arm, using it for support as she dismounts the bike too. ] Yes, I... I'm alright. I think. [ She'll get over this initial clash eventually. It wasn't all that bad, all things considered, so she tries for a smile. ] Thank you. That was... actually, not so terrible.

[ Given how overwhelming this all is, "actually, not so terrible" is probably the best sort of reaction that Steve could have expected. Feeling like he needs to keep things light for both of them, he smiles and nods. ] That's what I like to hear.

[ Steve pulls his hand back, but he keeps his arm within reaching distance in case Peggy wants to hold on to it for support. While he doubts that she will, never one to let herself be seen as weak in public, Steve always makes sure that she has that option all the same.

He leads them to the front door of the building, feeling a strange twisting in his stomach as they approach. He's about to let Peggy see where he lives, every little personal detail that has slowly accumulated in his apartment, and that shouldn't make him nervous but it does. All the same, he punches the code in and holds the door open for her, nodding to the elevators across the hall. ] I'm on the sixth floor. Let's just be glad it's not a walk-up, right? [ Those had always been more common in NYC. ]

[ Peggy Carter is not about to lose her composure over something like this, or anything else. Except she very well could, if they stayed outside for much longer. The fact she hadn't died would've been shocking enough to deal with, add to that being in the future (which is now the present, she supposes) and seeing Steve alive and well... There's just a lot for her to process.

Shock may be dulling her senses a little, actually. But she hopes not to let all this get to her. Steve has done a wonderful job at supporting her through it all too, but she fears how this will come down on her once she's alone again.

Thankfully she's not thinking about that right now. Focusing on one step at a time, Peggy rests her hand on his arm as they make their way to his building, looking around again and her eyes finally landing on the lift, then moving towards Steve. A smile plays at her lips, a little teasing. ]

Don't tell me age finally got to you, Steve. Can't handle a few flights of stairs? [ Still, she makes her way to the lift, easily figuring out how it works and clicking the call button. ]

[ If it's up to Steve, he won't be leaving Peggy's side any time soon either. He realizes that eventually she might want to be alone and take some time to herself to sort through everything that's happened in the last few hours, but until she asks for her space he won't be straying far.

Which goes without saying, seeing how he's taking her into her apartment. It's bizarre to realize that almost all of their interactions had been on the battlefield or at the encampment, that they've never truly seen how the other lives when it doesn't involve sleeping on a cot and eating rations that barely count as real food.

He wants to show her so much, from every piece of technology that awed him to all the amazing food that the modern day has to offer.

When she teases him about his age, though, Steve just scoffs and shakes his head. ] Not you too. I get enough of that from everyone else. [ There's a hint of a smile on his lips, though, so he obviously doesn't mind that much. The fact that Peggy's here to give him a hard time in the first place is what matters to him. ]

[ Although she won't admit it out loud anytime soon, right now she's just too frightened and confused to want to be alone. Steve is familiar and a safety of sorts, and she feels like the longer he stays near her, the easier it will be for her to get used to this new reality.

Well, that and... she wants to be with him, plain and simple. If she has any say in it she won't take her eyes off of him anytime soon. The love of her life, the one she thought she'd lost so long ago— alive and well, after all. It's irrational but she fears that if they part, this will turn out to be no more than a dream.

A soft laugh leaves her at his answer, and she shrugs, looking entirely unapologetic. ] I couldn't resist. Although I suppose I'm in no place to talk. [ She is in a much similar predicament, after all. ] You do look very fit for a man well over his nineties.

[ It's that laugh that makes Steve feel like everything is going to work itself out eventually. He remembers that from the war, too. Even when the fight seemed hopeless, even when all of them were worn down and just barely getting one foot in front of the other, teasing a laugh out of Peggy would suddenly make the world look a little brighter. It's no different now.

He figures that's just how it is when you have feelings for someone.

Maybe that's why the flirtation falls out of his mouth, even as the elevator doors slide open and he steps inside, pushing the button for his floor. ] You're not looking too bad yourself, you know. [ Which is particularly impressive considering the whirlwind of a day that she's had. ] You'll have to tell me what your secret is.

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