"It's a sure way of keeling over with a heart attack," he joked mildly, even though he likely shouldn't, considering he was dead not even a day ago. But, well, he didn't linger on the remark, and he hoped she wouldn't either. Point being, it was good exercise for her— he, on the other hand, welcomed not having to go up and down several flights of stairs every single day.
Steve found that he couldn't stop smiling, though. Even through her teasing remarks, the wondrous sights just outside the building stealing his attention for a short while, his lips kept curving into a soft smile, deepening whenever she kissed him or looked at him. When his eyes found hers again, he could almost feel something burst from within his chest, his heart fluttering away and beating faintly in his own head.
"It's perfect." Well, close enough. Perfect, possibly, would be just the two of them on a small balcony, nothing but her and him and a view. But this was such a nice, quiet spot, even with all the oddities. And Diana was there with him, beautiful and happy and just... it was a promise of all the time he had wished for them. It was more than he thought he deserved, but like hell he'd let it slip through his fingers now. He didn't care if he deserved it or not. He wanted it regardless.
Catching both her hands, he got her to turn until she was facing him, then leaned in to kiss her. His arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her close in an embrace, face burying in the curve of her neck— something that, he was well aware, would get plenty of heads turning their way back in 1918. Right now, though, no one seemed to care particularly. "I have a very... very serious problem."
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Steve found that he couldn't stop smiling, though. Even through her teasing remarks, the wondrous sights just outside the building stealing his attention for a short while, his lips kept curving into a soft smile, deepening whenever she kissed him or looked at him. When his eyes found hers again, he could almost feel something burst from within his chest, his heart fluttering away and beating faintly in his own head.
"It's perfect." Well, close enough. Perfect, possibly, would be just the two of them on a small balcony, nothing but her and him and a view. But this was such a nice, quiet spot, even with all the oddities. And Diana was there with him, beautiful and happy and just... it was a promise of all the time he had wished for them. It was more than he thought he deserved, but like hell he'd let it slip through his fingers now. He didn't care if he deserved it or not. He wanted it regardless.
Catching both her hands, he got her to turn until she was facing him, then leaned in to kiss her. His arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her close in an embrace, face burying in the curve of her neck— something that, he was well aware, would get plenty of heads turning their way back in 1918. Right now, though, no one seemed to care particularly. "I have a very... very serious problem."