"Oh, I think you might mind if I was Peggy Stark," is her wry reply to that, mapping his fingers with her own to twine them together, sliding them upwards towards the clasp of her bra, settling Steve's fingers there and then sliding them away, a tease more than anything.

She moves his hands to the hook of her stockings, though, giving him something better to do, if he intends to undress her. "Promise that when our mission here is done, you don't go back to them, not without me. I'm not letting them take you from me again."