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[notthaticequeen]

If my count of the date is correct:

Happy birthday, Steve(s).

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[justakidfrombrklyn]

Thanks.

[notthaticequeen]

You still owe me a painted arm.

[So sue her, she wasn't exactly the best at pleasantries anymore.]

[justakidfrombrklyn]

I also owe you a dinner or two. Why don't we take care of both of them at once?

[notthaticequeen]

[...Unexpected.

She has to wait and watch and think before she can answer - has to figure out how she feels, how she will feel, how she might feel. Has to take a few deep breaths and remind herself of the world before deciding that she's been preparing for this for a while, and she's only around 30% chicken anymore.]

Okay. Where?

[justakidfrombrklyn]

I was thinking the diner. You still like diner food, I should hope.

[notthaticequeen]

Always. What time?

[justakidfrombrklyn]

I dunno. Whenever you're feeling up to it.

But you want you want your paint, after all.

[notthaticequeen]

[Put it that way and the answer would be 'now'. She even started to change clothes, knowing that something sleeveless would be practically necessary.]

Tonight, then. Six.

[justakidfrombrklyn]

Can do. Meet you there?

[notthaticequeen]

I'll be there.

[And only after she'd typed it did she pause to wonder if this Steve knew that she was Betty. Not Bucky. (That was still a dumb name.) ...Well. He'd find out soon.]

[capwolf]

Thanks, Betty.

[notthaticequeen]

Mission status?

[capwolf]

We're a go, if you're still willing.

[notthaticequeen]

Still willing. Need to pick up armament. Timetable?

[capwolf]

Waiting on your tour guide to clear his schedule. Looks like Thursday's the day.

[notthaticequeen]

0600 Thursday. MacAran Tower.

[capwolf]

Yes, ma'am

[notthaticequeen]

Confirmed.

[...Her arm would be painted by then, she thought. Hm. Well, maybe it would throw Bucky (God, that name) off. She hoped so. She didn't want to mess up her hypothetical new paint.]