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"I know French. German, too, and some Polish. I can manage a bit of Spanish and Italian, but not all that much." It was a lot to know, he was well aware, particularly for an American soldier, which was why he went on to explain. "Most of it had to do with the work I did, during the war. I'm just lucky languages are easy for me to learn. I've never had much trouble picking up new ones."

"Really?" Mary asked, surprised. "That's quite impressive."

They reached the top of the Ferris wheel and stopped so that passengers below could be let off. She gazed around at the scenery again. There was something quiet and private about being up this high, where nobody could hear them.

"Steve..." she said quietly. "Will you ever be able to tell me what work you did in the war? If we're to be married, I would like to know."

Steve fell quiet for a moment, knowing the question would come even before Mary asked it. Technically speaking, he knew he shouldn't tell her, not even when they were married... but he also hated keeping that part of his life hidden from her, regardless of it being in his past, and having nothing to do with Mary or his relationship with her.

It really didn't matter much now in any case, did it? Besides, it wasn't as though Mary was going to go around telling people. It would be something she'd keep to herself, of that much he was absolutely sure.

"Then I'll tell you," he dipped his head with a faint nod, looking at her. His voice was quiet, even if he knew no one could hear them this high up. "I'm a spy. Well... I was a spy. During the war. That's what I did."

Whatever Mary was expecting to hear, it wasn't that. She was floored, and stayed speechless for another moment before speaking again. "A spy?" she questioned. "Steve... that must have been so dangerous."

It made sense now why he didn't think he would survive the war. Mary clung to his hand, holding it tightly to her chest. The thought of him being hurt was painful to her.

"Well, it..." he started, intent on putting her mind to rest, but stopped when he realized he'd just be lying to her. "It was, yes. Sometimes. But I was damn good at it, too."

For once, being a good liar served him well. Granted, he was only ever a convincing liar under the right circumstances, but still. He shrugged, smiling as he moved his hand to cup her cheek. "It doesn't matter now. The war is over, and so is... all that. What I did."

“Are you...?” Mary searched his eyes. “I mean... the man I love... that is who you are, isn’t it?” It was kind of a silly question built on the shock of his confession. She trusted Steve, but for a moment she was panicking, wondering if he was in spy mode around her. That was ridiculous of course. Why would he tell her that he was a spy if he was spying on her?

Her question drew a short laugh from him, an eyebrow raising in surprise. "Mary, of course! What sort of question is that? Did you really think I'm lying to you right now, that I've been... I don't know, lying to you this whole time?"

Frankly, Steve couldn't even think of a reason why he would spy on Mary, but even if there were a reason, it was beside the point. He had never been anything but honest with her and around her, and it hadn't once crossed his mind that she might've doubted that once he told her the truth. Maybe he should have.

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “It was simply so shocking. I never expected you to tell me that.” Mary turned her head and kissed his hand. “I should like to think I can tell when I’m being lied to, and I have never felt that way with you. I love you... and I can’t imagine how dangerous your job was.” It hurt her to hear about it even now.

"I never lied to you, Mary. Not about anything." The things he couldn't tell her, he simply hadn't, but he had never lied about them. He certainly had never lied about how he felt about her, or how badly he wanted to build a life and a family with her.

"What matters is that I am here now. Alive and well. And in one piece, thankfully," he huffed a bit, leaning in to kiss her on the lips. "Please... I'm glad I got to tell you the truth, but I don't want this to change anything between us."

Mary rested her forehead against his, their noses touching. “It doesn’t. The way you treat me has always been so genuine, your love so pure. I’ve always felt it, even when you couldn’t tell me what mission you were working on.”

Their car started to move again, but Mary stayed where she was, close to him with their faces together. “Kiss me again,” she whispered.

Steve smiled, glad to hear her say those words. It put his mind at rest to know that she felt how true his feelings for her were. At her request, he didn't even think twice before responding, especially when he knew they had only a short window of time to indulge. Tipping his head, he kissed her deeply, putting his arms around her and pulling her closer to him.

Mary moaned softly and opened her lips against his. For the moment, she completely forgot that they were in public and all she wanted to do was keep kissing him. Her fingers traveled to his hair, threading through it. She felt a stirring between her legs, desire awakening in her, even if this was a completely inappropriate place for it. Mary slid her tongue into his mouth, flicking it against his.

He let out a surprised hum against her lips, caught off-guard by how responsive she was to the kiss. Not that Mary ever held back from taking what she wanted when it came to things like this, at least not anymore, but never had she done so in such a public context.

Far be it from him to mind, and given the chance he would happily keep going, but... he also knew it wouldn't be long until they were close enough to the ground to start drawing some attention. And while Mary would manage to keep her state of arousal a secret, Steve's own eagerness would be a lot more difficult to mask.

So after indulging in a deeper kiss for a few seconds, he pulled back, breaking the kiss with a shiver that rolled down his spine and drew a trembling sound from him. "Mary," he said, his voice low and a little rough. "We need to... stop. We should stop."

As right as he was, she absolutely hated the idea of him stopping. Mary whimpered a little but obeyed and pulled back from him. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips full. “I think I got carried away,” she explained breathlessly. Mary still felt hot from his kisses, arousal already pooling between her legs.

Steve closed his eyes, licking his own lips as he let his head rest against hers for a moment. "Just a little bit," he said with a small smile, tone amused. Kissing her cheek, he finally leaned away from her, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, then simply holding her hand in his own. "I'm sorry. We'll have plenty of time alone later, I promise you."

She nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed that she had taken it so far. “Forgive me,” she said. “I didn’t mean to be so forward.”

Sometimes the intensity of the feelings that she had for him still scared her. It felt like she wanted him all the time. Perhaps it was merely the impatience of having to wait until they were properly married. Despite the engagement, she knew that they weren’t out of the woods yet until her parents were fully on board.

Their car stopped at the bottom and the door was opened so that they could be let out. Mary held Steve’s hand tightly in her own.

"There's absolutely nothing you need to apologize for," he said, hoping that would soothe her worries and wash away her embarrassment. Steve felt truly lucky that he had a woman like Mary, and that she wanted him just as badly as he did her and wasn't afraid to express it.

Holding her hand tightly, he helped her out of the car once he was outside, tugging her a little closer. She was standing right in front of him and he cupped her face, tipping his head down to kiss her again. A little tamer this time than it had been in the car, but a kiss nonetheless, although he really couldn't care any less if anyone happened to be staring at them.

He always had a perfect way of comforting her, which was one of the many things that Mary loved about him.

It was a sweet kiss, one that lingered until Mary reluctantly pulled away because they were standing in the way of people trying to get on the ride. She laced her fingers with Steve's as they walked away from the Ferris wheel. "Are you hungry?" Mary asked. She was ready to eat, even if it meant sampling some things she had never tried before.

He tipped his head as he apologized to the people held up by the two of them standing there, then weaving his fingers through Mary's, he let her lead them away from the wheel. "I could eat something," he nodded, steering them towards the food stands. "What do you want to eat?"

She wouldn't find any places that served actual meals on dishes here, just rows of stands serving quick food in napkins or paper plates, meant to be eaten by hand. Hot dogs, hamburgers, sandwiches and french fries made up for most of what was on offer, and while it all looked a bit messy, at least it smelled good.

“I don’t know...” Mary mused. “Why don’t you tell me what’s good?”

This was not her usual cuisine. She had certainly had informal meals before, but not like this. Mary wasn’t even sure if she had tried any of these foods before. It did smell good though. They stopped at one stand and Mary peered at the menu. She knew french fries at least and had eaten those before.

"Oh, everything's good," he offered with a faint grin. He wasn't a very picky eater, and he loved cheap stand foods like the ones here. Still, as she approached one of the stands and the vendor greeted them with a cheerful smile, Steve took a peek over her shoulder, pointing at one of the items on the lisr.

"What about a hot dog? You can add whatever you want to it, even sauces and the like. It goes well with the fries, too."

“Fries are certainly good...” she said, thinking for another moment before adding, “alright then, I’ll try one.” It was part of being in the spirit of the day, of experiencing everything that Coney Island had to offer. It was almost cultural in a way.

While the vendor got their food, Mary tuned back to Steve. “What do you usually put on it?”

Telling the vendor they'd both be having a hot dog and a serving of fries to share, the man started heating up the sausages and bread, and Steve turned his attention to Mary for the moment. "Pickles, corn, cheese, a bit of lettuce, and... a couple of the sauces? You can just pick what you like, they usually have a lot of things."

He raised an eyebrow, curious. "Have you ever had a hot dog before?"

“Corn?” Mary questioned. That seemed odd to her for some reason. “I don’t think I’ve ever had one before, though I suppose it’s like a sandwich or a sausage? I’ve had sausages with sauerkraut before.”

They tended to be harder to come by since the war. All things German were banned in many places.

"Yeah, a mix of both. It's a large sausage stuffed in a long bread. The classic is just plain or with sauce, but these days people will add just about anything to it." Once the vendor turned back to them with the prepared hot dogs, Steve picked his ingredients, thanking him as he set it down on a plate on the small counter in front of them.

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