Steve's eyebows shoot up into his hair, a grin playing across what he's attempting to make an affronted expression.
"Oh is that so? 'cause I'd say you're looking at the next Dixie Walker." He gives a charming smile, not at all humble, but he can't keep it up for long before it turns into sheepish laughter. Steve Rogers may be Captain America and a decorated war hero, but he still just sees himself as a kid from Brooklyn trying to do the right thing.
He crosses to the bed, pulling the door closed behind him as he goes. "We're heading out at 0800 tomorrow. The boys went off to drown themselves, if you wanted to join 'em."
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"Oh is that so? 'cause I'd say you're looking at the next Dixie Walker." He gives a charming smile, not at all humble, but he can't keep it up for long before it turns into sheepish laughter. Steve Rogers may be Captain America and a decorated war hero, but he still just sees himself as a kid from Brooklyn trying to do the right thing.
He crosses to the bed, pulling the door closed behind him as he goes. "We're heading out at 0800 tomorrow. The boys went off to drown themselves, if you wanted to join 'em."