If we roleplay:
1. Don’t apologize for being late/slow with replies.
2. Take all of the time you need. Days, weeks, months, doesn’t matter. Don’t put yourself under stress because of such pointless things.
3. Your personal life out of character along with your health are the most important. If you drop a thread/conversation/whatever, it’s alright. Just stay safe and take care.
" This is the first time I’ve been told that breasts approve of me. I’ll make sure to put them in my reference list on my resume. " He quipped back jokingly. He was happy at her reaction of being considered one of his best friends.
" My arms are equivalent to boobs?" He…
" okay, My ass is a fine ass. Nice and firm and round and beautiful. It may not be perfect like Steve but it is still a damn nice one." He stated defensively over his butt. He was proud of it. He was a skinny thing ad a child but he grew into his body thankfully. Training constantly in the circus helped with that.
" I have lean muscle every where but my arms. I work out then I have an additional two hours of bow training daily so that’s why they are buffed up." He explained with a slight shrug as he flexed and relaxed his arm for her once more
"Now, now. I have yet to feel your bum so I may change my tune, you never know." She smirked amusedly at him, casting her eyes over his booty.
"Two hours? My goodness, your days must be quite busy for you and your regimen." She gave his arm a good squeeze as he flexed, the muscles hard and unyielding beneath her grip. "What kind of weight is on your bow? How tightly is it strung?"
She decided to call in the med team who oversaw him and they promptly hustled in and put him into a drug induced sleep, something he’d likely been needing for quite a long time. He had spoken to her after several weeks and at least that was something. She’d get to see him again next week but still she worried terribly for him.
He wasn’t sure what happened, but the darkness overtook him. Everything stopped hurting. Everything was quiet. This time, he dreamed. It came in flickers, like candles lighting up only to go out before he could really grasp it. But it was quiet. It was quiet and things didn’t hurt.
He was kept unconscious for days, letting his battered, exhausted body just sleep. It gave him a sense of normalcy. To be overtaken by the darkness and forget everything. Like a reset button to quiet his mind. When he finally was allowed to wake, he was quiet. The dull pain in his body was nothing more than a minor annoyance, and he heard the footsteps of the woman-target-agent-person coming towards his room.
Over the next week, she received occasional reports about his progress, how well he was sleeping and his delta brain wave patters which all indicated positive recovery. While such news quieted her greatest fears, she was still worried about his memory coming back but at least he was getting to be in better health.
Her heels clacked along the linoleum floor to his room where she let herself in and took her usual seat beside his bed. “You look much better and rested, too. How do you feel?” He looked more vibrant, more full of life and that lifted her spirits greatly.
"I keep Striker well maintained. Not my fault Kaiju keep finding her weak spots." He chuckled and moved his hands lower on her back, rubbing out each of the knots he found, "This feels a little more than just jaeger stress darling."
"Those pesky kaiju seem to get…
"You’re funny, Mags." He laughed, continuing to rub out her muscles, "I love you too."
"Well I try to be just for you, my dear." She turns her head to peck his cheek, grinning. "I love you more."
"That’s impossible." He laughed and stole a kiss from her, wrapping his arms around her, hugging her gently, "Cause
I love you the most.”
"Oh, Chuck." She bursts into giggles, turning around to pepper his face with kisses. "You’re impossible, you know that?"
"You’re welcome. And does it? Glad it pleases your nose because it pleased my tongue when I tasted it." She chuckles softly at her little joke, happy that her guest liked the smell of her cooking. "Perhaps you’ll meet her someday? Stick around and visit more often and I’ll see what I can do about cooking. I think I made enough to distribute to all the agents and soldiers at HQ."
Steve blew lightly on his spoonful of soup then tasted it. “Mmm it’s great, Peggy.” Her suggestion that he might meet her mother someday made him a little anxious because he had never had a girlfriend, much less met her parents. He didn’t know what to expect if that chance meeting ever happened. But he figured he had plenty of time to see what came his way. “I’d like to meet her someday. You know, you don’t always have to have me over for dinner. I can take you out sometime, but I’ll let you pick the place because I don’t know much of London.”
"That’s a relief that it turned out alright." She follows after him, taking a spoonful of it into her mouth with a very delighted hum. It truly wasn’t bad after all. One of these days she did want Steve to meet her parents but of course she didn’t want to rush anything, even feeling as strongly as she did about Steve. "I think she’d like to meet you, too. I will warn you that she might want to feed you immediately and in large portions." She smiles warmly over at him, excited at the prospect of them going out for dinner. "Oh Steve you don’t have to spend money on me. I know money’s tight for you so let’s make it like a once every other week sort of situation, alright?"