[Maria has worn long sleeves for as long as he's known her. She doesn't roll them up and if she's ever worn less then long sleeves she wears a covering over her arms.
Of course she notices his watch. It's strange and out of place for him - especially since it could get caught in his work and cause an accident.]
That's a very nice watch Mr Stark.
[It might sound like she suspects because she does. She figures it's probably another scientist or one of the hundreds of beautiful women he's surrounded by daily. Certainly not someone thirteen years his junior who has harbored a crush on him for many years now.]
[Someone really should watch his watch, because as he spreads a hand across his work table it does get caught and he has to jerk it free with a spink - something coming loose.
He shrugs, intent] It's a rolex. I uh - just got it.
[The instant he's caught she does something rather out of character. She screams his name and moves forward. He frees it before she can more any closer though and instead of reaching for him she presses her lips inward as if she's blotting together her deep red lipstick.]
Her brows crease together with concern. Even if he's trying to hide it from someone in the lab he should know better then to wear it now. After all, there aren't that many of them in the lab at the moment and only her as far as women go.]
You shouldn't be wearing it here, no matter how lovely it is.
[She reaches over to remove it. Better to get rid of the watch then lose his hand. Her reach is a bit too far for the stitching of her sleeve and it exposes her own red mark without her noticing.]
[The watch is a give away if only because of Howard's work. It's not exactly practical to wear while working on equipment. Steve doesn't ask because it's frankly none of his business. It'd be hypocritical as well. He has a mark of his own hidden underneath his uniform that he rather no one asked him about.]
Howard. [He nods in greeting as usual when he heads down to see what Howard is working on. No doubt he'll be shipped off somewhere new soon. He's taking whatever time he can get with the other man while he can.] What's on the agenda for today?
Kevlar refitting my friend. [It is a dead giveaway. It's kind of ridiculous and terrifying and when he woke up this morning he sent out Jarvis for a watch right away. He could care less it cost something like fifteen thousand] Also pistol upgrades and this, ever see one of these babies?
[It's something that looks like a mini satellite...attached to a gun. When he holds it up the watch slides a bit down his wrist.]
[He goes through the routine with ease. It helps that everything Howard makes interests him on some level even if he inevitably picks a favorite and gets distracted away from the rest of it each time.] I usually do.
[His eyes fall on the mark once the watch slides down and linger. Steve looks away with a sigh. Didn't he just tell himself that he would mind his own business?] Sorry. [He owes him that much before pointing to the gun featuring the mini satellite.] So what does that do exactly?
Yeah I do. [He touches the wrist bearing his underneath the uniform. Steve shrugs helplessly.] It happens to everyone at some point. No sense being ashamed of it, right?
[Well. The serum didn't work on that. There's a moment before he stares at the wrist, his chest hurts - then he nods.] Peggy's a lucky gal. Oughta commemorate it somehow.
[He nods] So...about this. This is a ...radar gun and it um...
[Shit. He stares at the device in his hands] well you'll be able to measure speeds a lot easier. and...pick up...sound and such.
[There's a burning question on his mind that he just can't really ask, so he'll stare at it. helplessly.]
[Steve shakes his head. He neither confirms or denies anything more out of habit than anything else.] This kind of thing would get her into trouble. You know how they are when it comes to her.
[The higher ups. No one in the London bunker ever has an issue with Peggy and other women like her. He watches Howard carefully as he struggles. He can practically sense the helpless coming off him. Steve gently guides him to set the radar gun now, eyes never leaving him.]
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Of course she notices his watch. It's strange and out of place for him - especially since it could get caught in his work and cause an accident.]
That's a very nice watch Mr Stark.
[It might sound like she suspects because she does. She figures it's probably another scientist or one of the hundreds of beautiful women he's surrounded by daily. Certainly not someone thirteen years his junior who has harbored a crush on him for many years now.]
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He shrugs, intent] It's a rolex. I uh - just got it.
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Her brows crease together with concern. Even if he's trying to hide it from someone in the lab he should know better then to wear it now. After all, there aren't that many of them in the lab at the moment and only her as far as women go.]
You shouldn't be wearing it here, no matter how lovely it is.
[She reaches over to remove it. Better to get rid of the watch then lose his hand. Her reach is a bit too far for the stitching of her sleeve and it exposes her own red mark without her noticing.]
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Howard. [He nods in greeting as usual when he heads down to see what Howard is working on. No doubt he'll be shipped off somewhere new soon. He's taking whatever time he can get with the other man while he can.] What's on the agenda for today?
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[It's something that looks like a mini satellite...attached to a gun. When he holds it up the watch slides a bit down his wrist.]
...You're gonna love this Steve.
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[His eyes fall on the mark once the watch slides down and linger. Steve looks away with a sigh. Didn't he just tell himself that he would mind his own business?] Sorry. [He owes him that much before pointing to the gun featuring the mini satellite.] So what does that do exactly?
[What a smooth transition.]
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He folds his hands.] ...Kinda just...appeared you know?
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[Well. The serum didn't work on that. There's a moment before he stares at the wrist, his chest hurts - then he nods.] Peggy's a lucky gal. Oughta commemorate it somehow.
[He nods] So...about this. This is a ...radar gun and it um...
[Shit. He stares at the device in his hands] well you'll be able to measure speeds a lot easier. and...pick up...sound and such.
[There's a burning question on his mind that he just can't really ask, so he'll stare at it. helplessly.]
It shouldn't be this complicated.
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[The higher ups. No one in the London bunker ever has an issue with Peggy and other women like her. He watches Howard carefully as he struggles. He can practically sense the helpless coming off him. Steve gently guides him to set the radar gun now, eyes never leaving him.]
What's so complicated about it?