[More like he kept forgetting to cut the damn stuff. And when it was a little longer, it had . . . uses. He grinned at Peggy, pleased he could still get a laugh out of her.]


I can just bet you were itching to get outside. Me and Bucky were always scrounging around the streets when we were little, one of the reasons I had to eat half-raw or charred food for so long. Staying home just wasn't something we usually did. But I'd love to try your recipes! I bet they're just as good as the ones I remember eating. Kinda wish now I had my ma's old recipes, but she never did have anything written down.


[His smile turned just a little sad, but only for a moment. Having Peggy back meant he had every reason to smile forever, even if they were in a hell hotel.]