Steve couldn't help but watch her as she hurried off to start tearing down the decorations; he couldn't have moved if a bomb went off right behind him. He didn't need the memory of Bucky to know he was acting like a twitterpated idiot, but at this point he didn't think there was anything for it, and he was just going to have to ride all his foolishness out til the end.
Eventually, he shook himself and started up his escort duties. He found himself with Mrs. Petrelli on his arm again, but this time there were no leering looks or inappropriate words. She just patted his bicep (taking a moment to squeeze it appreciatively, but Steve didn't hold it against her) and said "Don't worry dear, I don't poach."
"P-poach?" he stuttered. The old woman nodded sagely. "I can see you're already taken. It's so nice to see people still meeting up like this, at dances. Back when I was your age, we used to have hosted dances that we'd go to, in the hopes of meeting someone we could date."
"You don't say," Steve replied, trying to keep a straight face. He wondered if it was obvious to everyone else just how 'taken' with Marie he was - and did Marie realize it? Was she just being polite in not pointing it out? Or... were they taken with each other? Part of him hoped that was the case; the other part berated himself for wanting romance while he barely had his feet in the 21st century yet.
Soon enough, he discovered everyone left already had escorts, and he was allowed to return to the community room. His gaze immediately began scanning for Marie, even while another volunteer came over and ushered him toward the tables that had to be folded and set against the back walls.
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Eventually, he shook himself and started up his escort duties. He found himself with Mrs. Petrelli on his arm again, but this time there were no leering looks or inappropriate words. She just patted his bicep (taking a moment to squeeze it appreciatively, but Steve didn't hold it against her) and said "Don't worry dear, I don't poach."
"P-poach?" he stuttered. The old woman nodded sagely. "I can see you're already taken. It's so nice to see people still meeting up like this, at dances. Back when I was your age, we used to have hosted dances that we'd go to, in the hopes of meeting someone we could date."
"You don't say," Steve replied, trying to keep a straight face. He wondered if it was obvious to everyone else just how 'taken' with Marie he was - and did Marie realize it? Was she just being polite in not pointing it out? Or... were they taken with each other? Part of him hoped that was the case; the other part berated himself for wanting romance while he barely had his feet in the 21st century yet.
Soon enough, he discovered everyone left already had escorts, and he was allowed to return to the community room. His gaze immediately began scanning for Marie, even while another volunteer came over and ushered him toward the tables that had to be folded and set against the back walls.