After we left the club he walked me home like a true gentleman. I am currently staying at the Griffith, and Miss Fry has one especially large rule that will get you thrown out if you break it. Her special rule is no men above the first floor, so I could not invite Steve up to my room for tea, but there is a small communal kitchen and sitting area here on the first floor. Though I managed to sneak Howard up on occasion when I was helping him to clear his name. I suppose could eventually sneak him up as well, but Miss Fry already was suspicious of me.
"Thank you for walking me home." I smile, leaning up I quickly kiss him on the cheek.
"My pleasure. I know you can take care of yourself, I just feel better making sure you're safe."
"You don't need to explain yourself to me Steve." I reach up and place my hand on his cheek.
Leaning down he kisses me again, and we lose ourselves in the kiss. Somehow he could always make me forget everything and make me speechless.
"Goodnight Peg." He whispers to me as we pull back. "Goodnight Steve." my voice is just as soft, and my eyes follow him as he walks away.
"Miss Carter!" I glance up I see Miss Fry in the doorway, "Please do come inside. It's almost curfew!"
I smile gratefully at her and rush through the doors, "Thank you Miss Fry, I'm afraid I forgot myself there for a moment."
She gives me a knowing look and I realize she must have seen Steve. "It's all right Miss Carter, remember our rule."
"Yes Miss Fry, no men above the first floor." I finish for her and she smiles victoriously.
"Thank you again Miss Fry. I really should be off to bed." I politely reply before going up the stairs to my apartment. I take out my keys and have just opened the door when Angie bolts out of her apartment and just about tackles me.
"Why didn't you tell me English!?"
"What?" I'm confused as we enter the room, quickly I close my door behind us before going to sit down.
She follows suit, "As if you don't know!"
"No, I'm not sure what you're talking about."
"Seriously? The hot soldier who just walked you home ring any bells?" So she saw Steve.
"Oh, that."
"Yes that! Now spill!"
"Um, there's not much to tell. We met overseas, I helped train him and we fell in love. He was flying a plane that crashed and we thought he died. He surprised me tonight and we went dancing." I tell her as calmly as possible.
"Name?" she prods.
"Captain Steven Rogers." his name rolls off my tongue with ease.
"No way! Captain America?!"
"Um, why yes he was known as Captain America." She's almost bouncing off the walls at this.
"And you helped train him? What about the Howling Commandos? Did you know them too?"
"Yes, I do actually. They were among the people he saved in one of his first unofficial missions that I helped him conduct actually. I was involved in many missions with them."
Angie is incredibly excited and I spend the rest of the night telling her some stories of The Howling Commandos, the war, and Steve Rogers.
It's nice actually, I enjoy having someone to share this with. She's real attentive, asks questions and nods her head when appropriate. She especially likes when I tell her more about my relationship with Steve.