[ Steve leans into it at once, watching Sam intently. ]
I don't know. Maybe that morning we had fresh strawberries with the pancakes.
[ Maybe even before then. Steve doesn't know, it feels like Sam was always there, will always be here, even as Steve knows with clarity what life was like before him, and what life might be like if he's not there. ]
I don't know, [ he offers, honestly, ] what do you want? Should we go out for a candlelit dinner?
[ People in the War never took long, and people in this century don't, either. But all of this missed Steve by, having always had Buck arrange dates, and after... after there wasn't time or inclination. Peggy was ill by the time he awoke, and there wasn't anything there but regret. Baby steps, he knows, but Steve wouldn't be Steve if he didn't barrel through (or try to) at least a solid ninety percent of what was in front of him. ]
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I don't know. Maybe that morning we had fresh strawberries with the pancakes.
[ Maybe even before then. Steve doesn't know, it feels like Sam was always there, will always be here, even as Steve knows with clarity what life was like before him, and what life might be like if he's not there. ]
I don't know, [ he offers, honestly, ] what do you want? Should we go out for a candlelit dinner?
[ People in the War never took long, and people in this century don't, either. But all of this missed Steve by, having always had Buck arrange dates, and after... after there wasn't time or inclination. Peggy was ill by the time he awoke, and there wasn't anything there but regret. Baby steps, he knows, but Steve wouldn't be Steve if he didn't barrel through (or try to) at least a solid ninety percent of what was in front of him. ]