Vinny nodded, "Yeah?", and Milo chuckled, "Well, shortly after it was taken, I was put to be on his lap, and I asked for the helmet, and he smiled at me, giving it to me, placing it on my head, but it fit only for a moment, and then flopped on my head, covering my eyes, and he had this laugh, a guffaw that meant that he was smiling and amused at the same time when I made a face with my mouth and all...".

Audrey grinned, "Does it fit better now?", and Milo smiled as Vinny nodded, "Yeah, show me, Milo!", as at a nearby campfire, Thaddeus whispered to Erskine, "Look...You're gonna like this...He used to do this a lot...", smiling among his fake scars, using the half-darkness, half-light to watch his grandson with pride, warmth, and a bit of nostalgia.

"Oh, I can imagine...", Erskine chuckled as Milo replied to Vinny, "Well, it's a little beat up over the years since it's not exactly new and it had gone to a lot of wild locals, but it's still pretty good.".

Milo put it on his head as some of the group started to chuckle and laugh, especially when Milo placed it on a bit sideways without fixing it when he placed it on his head.

A moment passed, and then the helmet thunked into his head, covering his eyes/glasses, and he made a face with his lips, almost like an excited pout, and the group's chuckles and laughter got louder, and Thaddeus can't help himself but guffaw, laughing along with Erskine.

Milo smiled as he listened, and then he lifted the helmet, blinking as he heard a familiar sound, a familiar laugh, his grandfather's laugh, and glance around, recognizing Erskine at the nearby campfire from their campfire, sitting next to the scarred, selectively mute man that he learned which the man had earned from the previous war, and with the distance, Milo blinked in confusion, swearing that he had heard it yet from a scarred man...Some men sound the same sometimes, and it's like when some men look the same from a distance...Yeah, he's probably imagining it...

Steve replied, "You okay, Milo?", and Milo smiled with a nod, "Yeah...I'm okay...Just the memory...", taking off the helmet, caressing it reverently before putting it back in his bag, unknowing of the up high glowing observers in one of the hidden alcoves in the walls.

Packard replied, "Don't look now, but Cookie is up now.", and Jacques smiled, "About time. He must be hungry-bathroom urgent by now.".

Cookie looked confused and upset, "Jacques! I am in charge of the grub!", as he stomped up to the campfire, and Jacques looked at him, "Aww, come on, Cookie, didn't you say that you needed a break? I thought I could spare you one.", keeping secret of Steve's cooking skills.

Cookie grumbled as he huffed away back to his things as Jacques chuckled. Steve gave him a nod in thanks for covering for him there.

Peggy then replied, "So, what do you think what we could find tomorrow? Besides the scientific aspect and the fame thing of discovering Atlantis?".

Packard snorted, "I doubt there would be evidence of ancient smoking pipes and all, though I wouldn't mind trying one.", and Dr. Sweet shrugged, "Maybe some scrolls of medicine somewhere...".

"I bet since Atlantis was a city of the ocean, maybe there would be a river or something to catch some fish and all. Don't get me wrong, Steve's food is heavenly, and as a last resort, having Cookie's grub, and maybe we wouldn't have to forego rationing for a while...Maybe some wild chickens or something if you said right about Atlantis used to transportation, maybe boats to and from the Old World and all if it was really advanced.", Jacques replied.

Milo smiled, "Maybe...Either way, one thing for sure, there will be crumbling ruins and maybe some wild cultivation of agriculture as well...Tubers and all, which would be good for stews...".

Mole giggled, "Maybe there are tunnels under the ruins! That would be fun!", and Vinny replied, "It would be cool if there were ancient toys and all...I would figure how to play, through one game would be the same. Hide and seek!", with a wide smile.

Audrey grinned, "Oh, yeah! That would be fantastic, Vinny. I'm sure we can find some wicked good hiding places to play the game, though I have a feeling that we'd be too distracted if we found some treasure!", with a subtle wink at Peggy, figuring that she and Steve wouldn't care about any gold in their hiding place, only on each other.

"Well, for sure, one thing is hopeful that whatever it is that Dr. Erskine needs for his research would be the top priority. It's the reason why the War Department greenlit this whole operation in the first place.", Peggy said, she was obviously keeping some things to her chest, but everyone knew that Erskine was looking for something specific from the very start of their journey.

Everybody nodded at that, and so, conversations and stories changed around the campfire for a while until they digested well enough to use the bathroom somewhere else and went to set up their tents and blew their lanterns out, leaving the smoldering campfires and the stone green glowing chandelier as the source of lights in the darkness, with almost everybody falling asleep.

Peggy couldn't stop thinking about the subtle hint Audrey gave, and she groaned at the audacity of that girl, yet she's right...To think they're so close...With everyone possibly distracted tomorrow, and if Rourke announces that they can stay and explore for a week or more before figuring out a way out and back to the surface...

Knowing that Steve's tent is the farthest in the huddle, next to the lead truck, she whispered to herself, "Hang it all...I don't care about Rourke come morning..", sitting up and rolled her camp mattress, deciding to sleep together with Steve, and looked around cautiously as the smoldering campfires simmered, getting out of her tent, walking carefully and quietly, heading to Steve's tent, hoping that he would understand.

She soon reached it before she gently opened it. "Steve...", she whispered, hoping he was still awake. "Steve... oh, please tell me you didn't already go to sleep...", she groaned. Last thing she wanted to do was to surprise him or anything come morning and cause a scene since he might accidentally freak out for a moment finding her with him when he knew he didn't go to sleep with her.

Steve was half awake when he heard Peggy's voice, and he spoke softly, "Peggy? Am I dreaming?", before realizing that he was in his tent, looking up to see Peggy looking at him in the dim darkness, kneeling in the slight open entrance, "Oh...".

Peggy whispered, "No, you're not dreaming...I...I hope you don't mind me being this bold, Steve...If you don't want this, I can go back to-", before Steve grasped her hand, causing her to pause and look at him.

"No... please... it's... it's alright.", Steve said as she smiled. "You know we'll probably catch hell from Rourke about this. And it's not going to be much of a secret.", she reminded as he smirked, "To hell with it...".

Peggy gave a wry giggle, "That's what I said, well, not quite an American phrase, but still. So, may I come in?", and Steve smiled, nodding, scooting his mattress to the side, with Peggy unrolling her mattress into the other side, as she pushed it, joining Steve's mattress, as Steve closed the flap.

Steve smiled, "At least we have a water truck for baths occasionally. How are you feeling?", and she replied, "Still a bit grungy, but clean at least, since I took a bath after lunch. Audrey sure got some spunk, and she would have made a good rookie for training camp...Too bad she couldn't be an agent as she's passionate of her mechanic skills and of course, buying another shop with her Papi.".

"She obviously hinted at us finding a hiding place in the ruins of Atlantis...She is even worse than Vinny...", Steve snorted. "I still can't believe we got that careless...", Peggy sighed as Steve nodded.

"My fault really there, should've found a place much further from the camp at least if we were going to do that sort of thing.", Steve said with a sigh.

Peggy replied, "I suppose, but we would have gotten turned around if we went much further...At least this, right here, we aren't lost, and if we are in the ruins of Atlantis tomorrow, we got landmarks to help us...", with a smile.

Steve chuckled warmly, "No matter how many times, I still am awed of your wit, Peggy..", and Peggy blushed, "Steve...", as he got closer, whispering softly, "It's my turn...May I lead the way all to third base, and when we're there, tell me if you want to go for home base, okay?".

"You may, and I will...Does that mean you're going to take the pill soon into this?", Peggy exhaled with a reassuring smile, almost sad that they're not in daylight right now, but she will take anything she got right now including Steve who's looking at her like a man in love.

"I don't really know yet... maybe... but right now, let's just at least take it steady once more before we take that leap, if you know what I mean.", Steve said.

Peggy smiled warmly, "I understand...", before Steve went to wrap his arms around her, kissing her on the lips passionately yet steadily, with Peggy moaning in pleasure as Steve teased her lips with his tongue, and she allowed him in, dancing their tongues together as Peggy wrapped her arms around him, their hands mussing each other's hair, feeling his legs mingling around her legs.

Steve moved his hands, caressing her back, with one ducking under her shirt, caressing her skin as she moaned, "Steve...", as they panted, pulling back for air, and he spoke, "Peggy...", before ravishing her neck with passionate kisses and soft hickeys, earning Peggy to gasp in pleasure, as her hands moved to caress his neck and back under his shirt.

"You always love it when I do that sort of thing...", Steve teased as she chuckled. "It's hard not to enjoy it when you're so good at it.", Peggy told him as he continued.

Peggy moaned and gasped in pleasure as he ravished and caressed her for several minutes, maybe past a half hour, and she whimpered softly, "Steve, please...Move the bra off my breasts upwards...", and Steve asked gently as his heart skipped a beat, "You sure?".

"Yes...Please, Steve..", Peggy pleaded, and his hands caressed under her shirt, hearing her moans of pleasure, reaching her bra, lifting the bra and moved it upwards. He exhaled in awe as he felt erect nipples against his thumbs, and experimentally, he moved the nipples, fondling them.

Peggy gasped louder, "Oh! Yes, right there...", and he smiled as the rest of his fingers caressed the globes of warm, tender flesh, privately comparing them to peaches, as he whispered, "I wonder if they're just as beautiful as you in the daylight...".

Blushing and moaning in pleasure, Peggy was in heaven, "Don't stop...", her hands moving to caress his abs and pecs occasionally as she held him closer, and Steve huskily spoke, "I won't...", glad to find another thing she definitely loved.

Outside, on the borders of camp, the masked shadows jumped around and carefully stalked around for another hour, with two incredible detailed masks even daring to come closer to inspect things a few minutes later.

A masculine voice warned cautiously, "Princesses, be careful!", whispering furiously, and the younger feminine voice replied back quietly, "Relax, my friend. The man and woman in their tent is clearly too infatuated with each other...By the way the woman walked, it looks like it's a forbidden romance, which is the best kind!", with a romantic sigh.

"Despite your age, you still act like a child sometimes...", the masculine voiced grumbled as the feminine one took their weapon and aimed it at the other.

"Old enough to easily kill you if need be if...", the feminine voice growled as the other one cleared their throat, "Sister... enough; our enemies are not amongst ourselves."

The younger feminine voice sighed softly, "You speak the truth, sister. We shall be back shortly, and even more quickly if anyone stirs, my friend. Stay with the others.".

The older feminine voice replied, "You heard her. We will be careful.", before using their silent stalk technique to venture through the camp, glad that the campfires had gone dark in the past hour, and their firebug stone light has dimmed as well.

They watched carefully as they made to the main huddle of tents near the strange digging machine, and the older feminine mask had stalked her way to some bags of personal stuff including Milo's beloved picture and helmet near Milo's tent, while the younger feminine mask went to peer at the boxes of explosives and bags of personal stuff near Jacques and Vinny's tent.

The younger one was in awe of the strange notes, recognizing them as experimental math in explosive amounts of ingredients she both recognized and yet didn't recognize, faintly remembering that the words came from a place...Roman? No...a modernized version of ancient Latin...something starting with F that she vaguely overheard Jacques speaking in a teaching fashion to Vinny earlier today, French! That's it...

Then she found drawings, spare parchment Steve gave Vinny to draw from his sketchbooks, with Vinny asking for the colored pencils sometime when he doesn't want charcoal, and she cooed in appreciation, seeing doodles of nature from the surface, houses...sometimes a small poem in Italian she recognized, having originated from Romane Latin, and seeing doodles of a family surrounding Vinny, yet she suspected that the family had died, considering how different Vinny looks from Jacques, perhaps adoption, as she is looking at a doodle of Vinny with Jacques.

She then heard a whimper of fright from the tent, and she cautiously came over to see Vinny deep asleep yet looking like he's in a bad dream, and his hands searched around blindly, and she was confused for a second before seeing that the peculiar yet adorable stuffed animal, a bear if she wasn't mistaken, had fallen off the camp mattress, and she carefully moved the bear closer to Vinny who grabbed it, hugging it as he smelled the soft fur and a smile slowly coming over his face, now leaving the bad dream behind.

She gave a quiet coo, seeing how innocent the young boy is, and then glanced at Jacques who is deep asleep, strangely looking younger than he is, as she had faintly noticed that Jacques had pain in his eyes sometimes, not knowing that he had fought in a war recently for a resistance to protect his people.

She then heard a warning low-pitched whistle as she heard rustling amongst a yawn in the distance, and she moved silently and fast, following her sister into the darkness, back to the group, as Milo, half asleep, sleepily moved out of his tent, holding a flashlight, turning on and a shovel head with a roll of toilet paper in both of his hands, smacking his lips lightly.

"One of them woke up...", the older one said. "For what, I do not know...", with a shake of her mask. "Perhaps some relief; they have the same urges that need to be taken care of as us, after all.", the younger one explained as the older one nodded.

"Anything you found out?", she asked as the younger one sighed, "Well, the ones I searched seemed fairly pleasant from the stuff they were carrying; nothing malicious from what it seems.".

The older one replied, "I concur. That man with the strange circles had sentimental things as well, and now he's walking to do his business.", sounding amused, unknowing of the soon approaching danger.

Meanwhile, in their tent, Steve is kissing Peggy on her skin everywhere from her cleavage to her belly as her shirt is on her shoulders, with the bra back on from the pleasure of her breasts, quivering and moaning in pleasure as his hands is removing her trousers, while his shirt is being tugged by Peggy, "Oh, Steve, please...", feeling the edge of her first orgasm coming after such a slow torturous yet amazing couple of hours of steady making out and all.

Steve huskily breathed, "You taste so perfect, Peggy...", eager to make Peggy feel so good as he had discovered that kissing her beautiful skin while bare is addicting, "You are so beautiful even in the dim darkness...", pushing the freed trousers down past her panties, soon palming it and caressing one thigh.

Peggy gasped, moaning loudly, "Steve!", leaving his shirt to lay on his shoulders, her hands searching furiously for his trousers, opening them, pushing them down past his boxers, and then her arms wrapped around his back, bringing him closer to press together against each other, moaning in pleasure as their skin touched.

"Close, aren't we?", Steve purred between kissing her skin, and Peggy nodded, "Yes! Don't stop, Steve...", and then suddenly, a scream was heard, "Fire! Fire!", sounding like Milo.

Peggy narrowed her eyes, growling in anger, "I'm going to kill him, daring to interrupt with a freaking prank on the camp!", and then outside of the tent became orange in light, and Steve replied, "I don't think it's a prank, Peggy.", as his face is able to be seen better now by Peggy, frowning.