[ It makes his heart hammer, but he's less nervous about these things. Having her in his lap. He's had her here before. He remembers how she felt. He remembers the curves of her body and the softness of her touch. Yet he knows that through all that she's got sharp edges and such. He doesn't doubt for a single second that she isn't a force to be reckoned with. He's never been the type to underestimate. Mostly because he knows damn well what it's like to have people do that to him. Big things come in small packages. He's living proof of that.

He lets out a pleased hum when she does that. It's silly things like that. Small touches. Little moments. They make him happy. He's not sure when the last time he was truly happy. When she looks at him it's different. In some ways it reminds him of Peggy. She sees him. Not just the Steve that Private Lorraine say. She sees parts. She's simpler though. Not Peggy. Not Sharon. She's just--Sara and that's good enough for him. ]

I think you could say that, yeah. [ He thinks for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. ] I dunno. I was a busy guy during the war. Didn't have time for a lot. After the ice I threw myself into work again. Guess you have some things to break me into. World definitely changed a lot when I was under.