OOM: Peggy Carter. London, England, 1944.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

The local pub has an influx of Howling Commandos tonight. Steve doesn't always accompany them--beer tastes better here than it does at home, but that's still not very good--but tonight he has, and is smiling as Jones and Dugan compete in a darts contest that is not getting sloppier no matter how much they drink.

He glances at the door sometimes, just in case every new patron is a familiar face.

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I wouldn't even try," Steve says and squeezes her hand before letting it go.

[howdoyoufeel]

"Good. Right then."

She takes another drink.

"Everyone looks in good spirits tonight. Something must have happened to boost morale."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"We survived another day," Steve says. "That's a boost enough."

[howdoyoufeel]

"Nothing ever rang so true. Not in this day and age."

She finially finished her beer. She turned to watch the game of darts and shook her head,

"I don't know how you boys do it. I still find it astonishing."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"That's bravery for you. I think Dum-Dum said it best --we'll always fight."

He grins at her. "Care for a round of darts and show these boys what's what?"

[howdoyoufeel]

Steve knew exactly what Peggy enjoyed and that was showing men that she was just as capable as they are. Maybe she even got more out of it considering these men were special in their own right.

"Right. Let's do it."

A gleam of mischief in her eyes.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve stands and offers her his arm. His men take being beaten by a woman better than most, but Steve still gets a kick out of ther reactions when they are. He'll sit out the game, of course. It just wouldn't be fair.

[howdoyoufeel]

Peggy took his arm, a smile permanently on her face as they moved over to where the others were playing. Tonight was a good night. She was amongst friends... Or perhaps more aptly, family.

OOC: Fade here perhaps?

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

[ooc: Fade's good!]