Steve doesn't blindfold himself but he dutifully closes his eyes, not
wanting to spoil whatever surprise Peggy has for him. He can smell her
perfume and it's always been a scent he's loved; it's haunted him at night
sometimes and to smell it now and know she's here? It's a little bit like
heaven. A lot like heaven, if he's honest with himself.
"I'm not going to peek," he promises. "Scouts' honor."
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Steve doesn't blindfold himself but he dutifully closes his eyes, not wanting to spoil whatever surprise Peggy has for him. He can smell her perfume and it's always been a scent he's loved; it's haunted him at night sometimes and to smell it now and know she's here? It's a little bit like heaven. A lot like heaven, if he's honest with himself.
"I'm not going to peek," he promises. "Scouts' honor."