"I am inviting you to spend the night with me," he says with a sheepish laugh. "I have to keep an eye on things, so...uh, too much distraction isn't a good idea, but--"
Now he's blushing, and he puts the Jukebox on something slow, but upbeat. He's not great at dancing, although he's had a few lessons since coming out of the ice. It always feels a little weird, since he promised Peggy that dance as he was going down in the Valkyrie. Like it was their thing, and he shouldn't share it with just anyone.
But Peggy wouldn't want him to feel that way. Actually, she'd give him hell for it. And if there's one thing that experience taught him it's that when you get an opportunity to dance? You should take it.
"As long as you don't mind me being bad at it," he tells Peter softly. "Sure. Let's dance."
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Now he's blushing, and he puts the Jukebox on something slow, but upbeat. He's not great at dancing, although he's had a few lessons since coming out of the ice. It always feels a little weird, since he promised Peggy that dance as he was going down in the Valkyrie. Like it was their thing, and he shouldn't share it with just anyone.
But Peggy wouldn't want him to feel that way. Actually, she'd give him hell for it. And if there's one thing that experience taught him it's that when you get an opportunity to dance? You should take it.
"As long as you don't mind me being bad at it," he tells Peter softly. "Sure. Let's dance."