Peggy rolls over onto her stomach so that she can curl her way into Steve's body, amused at the blush she's earned. She runs her fingers over his cheeks. "I didn't know you could still blush," is what she has to say, but she's terribly fond of it, draping her arm around his waist. "The answer is going to be yes," she tells him, chin on his sternum.

"I am curious to see what you would think of for an actual proposal, given how utterly dramatic you can be," she accuses. "Don't involve Howard," is the blunt warning (and her only real warning, she thinks).