[Steph can't help but smile when she finds the gift, but as soon as she's actually put the shirt on, her next move is to start thinking about who it could be from.
She... doesn't really have a whole lot of friends; there's the Bats, but this isn't really their style, nor is it Rose's or Kon's, so she's mostly left with Bucky or Steve as the responsibility party.
Which is why she heads to their house and knocks on the window of their bedroom, because doors are for suckers.
Or for people who want to deal with Steve and Bucky's other roommates, and Steph isn't one of those people.]
[And Steve is definitely there, sitting at the kitchen table and buffing out his shield which is not a euphemism for anything g o s h. He glances up at her grand entrance, but doesn't look at all alarmed. She and Cass have probably made a habit of it by now.
Oh, but she does get a smile when he sees her wearing the shirt.]
[GOD HE IS TRYING SO HARD TO HOLD HIS GROUND I mean come on he lived in a building with plenty of hustlers it's literally decades too late for his virgin ears, but-- this is the sort of locker room banter he'd get in the army, not-- you know, with a lady.]
[He is taking it as a personal challenge not to let her fluster him, and right now he's half winning that battle.]
You think I got through any kind of respectable art program never having seen a naked woman?
[People were hard up for money in the Depression. It used to be, life models were prostitutes or hustlers looking to make a little on the side, but in the 30s it became common to see anybody down on their luck trying it out. Nudity without passion isn't anything that could even remotely ruffle him.]
[It makes him bristle a little, although he's sure she's kidding, it strikes him as being disrespectful to the men and women he's drawn, and his mouth thins a little in disapproval.]
Bodies tell a story. As an artist, you try to capture that. It's not always about being an ideal beauty.
[She raises an eyebrow, head cocked slightly to the side as she notes that bristling. But she wouldn't be her if she packed down, though she can also try to... backpedal, just a little.]
That's what I meant, Rogers.
[Well, it kind of is, but between her muscles and her scars, she sure as hell knows she's not most people's idea of beauty.]
[She watches him again for a moment, weighing up her next words, then:]
I hit a nerve. Sorry.
[If she's going to make this friendship thing work, she needs to be a) more self aware and b) willing to apologize when she screws up. And she does want to make this friendship thing work.]
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She... doesn't really have a whole lot of friends; there's the Bats, but this isn't really their style, nor is it Rose's or Kon's, so she's mostly left with Bucky or Steve as the responsibility party.
Which is why she heads to their house and knocks on the window of their bedroom, because doors are for suckers.
Or for people who want to deal with Steve and Bucky's other roommates, and Steph isn't one of those people.]
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Oh, but she does get a smile when he sees her wearing the shirt.]
Hey. Glad to see it fit.
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Steph's going scramble in and join Steve at the table.]
Well that was the quickest mystery solving I've ever done.
[thx steve]
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[BUT YOU'RE... WELCOME...?]
Next time I'll do a scavenger hunt, how's that?
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[Therefore it is a mystery.
Just ignore the fact that cards are essentially impossible.]
But a scavenger hunt sounds fun, god knows Haven ccould use a little more excitement.
[uh...]
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[And there's going to be a next time so dwi.]
But you might want to knock on wood when you say that last part.
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[Giving presents. Not that she minds, as long as he lets her return the favour.]
And knocking on wood won't change anything, shit's always gonna go down.
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C'mon, sit down. I'll make you something to eat.
[Always the good host, Steve.]
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[shut up steph]
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[Wait-- crap, no that's. Crap. SUBJECT CHANGE, ROGERS.]
-- And I don't think it'd suit you. I mean. Not--
[DAMNIT STEPH.]
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[Don't wink, don't wink, don't-- oh she winked.]
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An unkept woman? Just saying.
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[steph u need 2 stop]
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[GOD HE IS TRYING SO HARD TO HOLD HIS GROUND I mean come on he lived in a building with plenty of hustlers it's literally decades too late for his virgin ears, but-- this is the sort of locker room banter he'd get in the army, not-- you know, with a lady.]
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I'm not nearly organised enough to run a brothel.
[god, Steve, its like you don't even know her]
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If you're trying for shock value, you'd probably have better luck practicing on Bucky.
[JUST SAYING.]
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If I was trying for shock value I'd just take my clothes off.
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You think I got through any kind of respectable art program never having seen a naked woman?
[People were hard up for money in the Depression. It used to be, life models were prostitutes or hustlers looking to make a little on the side, but in the 30s it became common to see anybody down on their luck trying it out. Nudity without passion isn't anything that could even remotely ruffle him.]
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You think some naked model in an art class has anything on me?
[like wow, Steve, rude.]
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Bodies tell a story. As an artist, you try to capture that. It's not always about being an ideal beauty.
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That's what I meant, Rogers.
[Well, it kind of is, but between her muscles and her scars, she sure as hell knows she's not most people's idea of beauty.]
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So long as we're clear.
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I hit a nerve. Sorry.
[If she's going to make this friendship thing work, she needs to be a) more self aware and b) willing to apologize when she screws up. And she does want to make this friendship thing work.]
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It's all right. But thank you.