章節 33: Chapter 33 Fort Tilden
while the green wheelbarrows are Miss Carter's.".
"How much you want to bet they made a skirt for me?", Peggy gave him a look as Steve shook his head. "If they know what's good for them, they didn't.", he smirked as she chuckled.
"Good, I know exactly why they would want the skirt...", Peggy scowled with a snort.
"And we'll easily respond that they go back and make an outfit without a skirt or we're not leaving this hanger.
That'll get them to quickly change their mind.", Steve nodded firmly with a grin.
Peggy grinned, "Especially when people need to train flying the planes and everything.", feeling happy and warm that Steve is standing up for her.
Steve chuckled, "Exactly.", before hearing the doors open behind the tarp curtains, seeing shadows of people and wheelbarrows, coming in and out for some minutes, and then Dr. Erskine's voice called out, "Is that all of it? Good! Let's go, and leave them!", and then the doors closed.
Steve smiled, "My turn.", getting up and walking, still slightly surprised at how much less he could need to walk across the hanger, knowing that he would have been exhausted if he was his normal,
old self, walking from end to end of this hanger, and moved to brush the tarp curtains back, revealing the wheelbarrows, and like Dr. Erskine said, there's blue ones for him, and green ones for Peggy.
Seeing that to fit the wheelbarrows, every article of clothing had to be folded, and he had a suspicion that they are heavy to the normal people as he removed the first article from his section of wheelbarrows,
unfolding them to be boxer shorts, and grinned as he put them on, surprised to feel that it's not cotton or wool,
but something more versatile yet comfortable as it fit his waist and hips perfectly.
"Well, these aren't normal...", Steve admitted as Peggy shook her head.
"Steve, they're made for a 50-foot giant, not your typical GI. Speaking of which, can you pass me mine?", she asked.
"Sure.", Steve moved the wheelbarrows that had her clothes in it. Peggy smiled, "Thanks.", looking over her section of wheelbarrows, and unfolded them, humming lightly as she put on her panties and bra, and grinned,
"I hope the women chased Stark off when they made those.".
Steve laughed, "From the rumors I heard about him, sounds about right.", smiling as he put on his trousers and his shirt,
and Peggy giggled as she then put on her trousers, relieved that it wasn't a skirt, and put on her shirt as well.
Peggy then blinked, "Huh, I guess shoes are too hard to figure at the moment.", as she put on socks, and Steve nodded as he put on his socks as well,
"Leather ain't easy to do compared to cotton or rubber soles for the bottom.".
"At least it's something to at least keep them clean... might not have anything to wear when on the battlefield if the rumors about the German's giantess were true...", Steve said.
"You mean about her being barefooted? Maybe she gets a thrill out of that...",
Peggy sighed. "I'm sure we'll find out, one way or another... unless the Russians finish her off first.", Steve replied.
Her true rampage started at Kursk days after those Soviet pilots first encountered her. Pushing from the south in direct support of II SS Panzer Corps as they tore through the Soviet defenses; the breakthrough was nearly achieved until the
Red Army rushed in many of their reserves to stem them. It also proved that even she had her limits as enough firepower from heavy artillery and aircraft could drive her back.
But the casualties were still immense for the Soviets even when they reversed the German gains and drove back both pincers.
Peggy nodded, "True.", smiling wryly, "She will be surprised when she finds out, that's for sure.", and
Steve chuckled, "Yep.", feeling far more comfortable now.
Oh, he is comfortable with her nudity, indeed, but it still terrifies him for he didn't want to make any sudden moves when she was vulnerable.
And now, with Peggy looking quite better with clothes on, happier, non-vulnerable like she wanted to be,
Steve reached to squeeze her hand, "We're probably waiting for a boat ride or something to Fort Tilden, but right now, can I kiss you, Peggy Carter?", with a warm, loving smile.
"I'd be more than happy to take you up on that, Steve Rogers.", Peggy smiled back before he leaned forward for another kiss with her.
Steve caressed her cheek and hair as he kissed her, feeling a tiny bit smug at the fact that he's finally taller than
Peggy, yet happy that Peggy fit perfectly against him as
Peggy caressed his shoulder and hair, feeling surprisingly content and safe this way, like he's treating her not like a fragile flower or a ticking bomb, but like a, dare she say, a queen.
The two of them kissed for a few more moments before finally breaking once more as Peggy gave a gentle smile,
"You're getting better at that, Steve.", looking up at him slightly. "Well, I've been practicing.", Steve replied with a gentle smile of his own.
Peggy giggled, "Indeed.", smiling as she brushed Steve's hair softly, "There, you look dapper as ever.", and Steve chuckled, "Why, thank you,
Captain.", brushing Peggy's curls over her shoulder, "I guess you're right about what you said earlier. You are beautiful no matter what size you are.".
Peggy blushed lightly, her heart swelling at the compliment, and then heard the distant thrum of a boat engine in the distance,
with the nearby sound of the outside hanger doors opening, and walked slightly out of Steve's embrace, smiling, "Well, sounds like it's our ride.".
"Sail us all around Long Island then since there's no way we're marching through the city.", Steve chuckled.
"Wonder what they've got for us.", with a shrug. "I don't care if it's a simple tug or the Queen Elizabeth,
I'll take whatever that can carry us.", Peggy said.
Steve laughed softly, "I think the Queen Elizabeth ship is too eye-catching.
A simple tug would be way better.", and Peggy snorted, "Touche. And besides, less attention is good."
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