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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[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?