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[ Flings aren't something you call relationships. They're just supposed to be fun. Isn't that right? Quick and light. But Steve's never been good with living by the new social norm. If she tells him to screw off then he'd certainly obey that, but right now he can't really think of a good reason not to be around her. Maybe he's a little attached, but in a weird way she somehow became important very quickly. They don't know too much about each other, but because of that night Sara Lance somehow cemented herself into the ranks of Peggy Carter and Bucky Barnes when it comes to important people. It's strange to think about.
It's definitely a different Sarah move. His arms come around her waist and he holds her close. She's definitely smaller than him. He's never more aware than when he's hugging her like this. She smells good too. Damn her. Steve looks down at her and lets out a laugh. ]
I think you're the only girl to tell me that.
[ He uses his foot to shut the door behind her and lifts her up. Come on, Sara, he's definitely carrying you. ]
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