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who ; Peggy, Steve, and YOU.
what ; Dates. Everywhere. All the time. ALWAYS.
where ; EVERYWHERE.
when ; EVERYWHEN.
warning(s) ; SHMOO. Also, their relationship isn't public knowledge, so please keep that in mind! The only people who really know are- well, a couple of people who've guessed from Steve's flail and Bucky. \o\

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A DATE IN GARDEN ZONE ONE

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[They're having a picnic. Also there are llamas.]

[shootingshields]

[THIS IS THE BEST GODDAMN PICNIC OMG]

[AND WHAT A DELICIOUS FUCKING SAMMICH]

[oh look steve's llama friend keeps trying to steal their food!! B(]

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[ Might be trying to ride the llamas off into the sunset. ]

Charge, llama!

[ It does...nothing. Obviously, it's a llama, and does not respond to charge. ]

Please?

[ Steps forward. Takes a nibble at their food. ]

Sorry...he's being petulant!

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[Steve pushes the llama's head away, or tries to, and gets spat on for his efforts.] He does that a lot, I think. Agent Peggy Carter, this is Jade. We met at the Thanksgiving party.

[He smiles up at her.] Do you want to join us?

A DATE AT A CAFE

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[COFFEE, TEA, PASTRIES? TRY ALL THREE MOTHERFUCKERS.]

[shootingshields]

[SHE'S BRITISH WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK SHE'S DRINKING.]

[THE ANSWER IS TEA IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING. TEA MOTHERFUCKER, TEA.]

[selfkismesis]

[ You know who hangs out at cafes all the time, stealing sweets and baked confections?

This guy. Right here.

Do you know who's hovering, glaring at the two of you while you enjoy your British delights?

This guy. Right here. ]

Goddamn nookwhiffing pieces of shit, there are eighty billion other tables in this entire space station. Go waste your time fondling your shame globes somewhere fucking else.

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[Steve stares. He tries, for a second, to frame a polite reply, but he doesn't understand half of what's been said except that it's probably rude.] Or you could.

A DATE AT A FLOWER GARDEN

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[STEVE IS ALL LIKE THAT SENSITIVE TYPE AND JUNK. IT'S A GARDEN. THERE ARE FLOWERS. AND A PEGGY WHO IS PRETTY.]

[shootingshields]

[THERE ARE TOO FEW GUNS HERE--I MEAN]

[oh it smells really pretty or something brb herp derping their derp herp.]

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[ROBOT. It takes a second for Steve to recognize him.] Oh! No, thank you though. Ratchet, right?

A DATE ON A WALK

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[They're walking in the place of your choice. Maybe they're holding hands. Maybe not. STUMBLE UPON THEM.]

[shootingshields]

[JUST STROLLING ALONG...]

[ELBOWS TOUCHING......]

[HANDS BRUSHING OCCASIONALLY.............]

[checkthetapes]

[and, from a nearby park bench (when did he get there? how did he get there? why is the answer to the universe inevitably 42?

because fucking SUPER SPEED, BITCHES.]

Must you?

[public shows of affection, get out.

nevermind that he's never more than three feet away from Wanda at all times unless there's a fight.

Still.]

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[Peggy has him well-trained enough by now that he doesn't immediately jump away and make their closeness more obvious. He stays where he is, does his best to ward off a flail, and gives Pietro a look of blankest innocence.] Must we what?

A DATE IN A BAR

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[IN A BAR. HAVING CLASSY DRINKS LIKE CLASSY PEOPLE.]

[shootingshields]

[YOU WISH YOU COULD BE THIS GODDAMN CLASSY.]

[AND THAT WINE GODDAMN YOU ARE SO JEALOUS OF IT IN PEGGY'S HAND.]

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[What's more romantic than a Deadpool?]

Hey Cap! Wanna have a drinking contest? It'll be like two fish having a staring contest.

[He notices Peggy.]

...Who's the squeeze?

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[Hang on a second while he almost chokes at the last part of that. Did those words just happen. Did those words just happen.]

Agent Carter. Her name is Agent Peggy Carter, Deadpool.