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[punchedhitler]

I don't think I should get better at it.

[latenightfondue]

Best not, you've got that good guy thing to maintain.

[punchedhitler]

I guess I do.

[latenightfondue]

This been playing on your mind since I got here?

[punchedhitler]

[there's a cautious silence, then]

Yeah, it has. Sort of.

[latenightfondue]

[ It hurts a little to realise this, but it's no surprise. ]

You thought I'd report you? Tell the world what Cap likes to do in his spare time?

[punchedhitler]

[Steve feels guilty, now]

It's illegal, Howard. I didn't know if you would think I was-

[Perverted. Sick.]

[latenightfondue]

[ He laughs. He doesn't mean to, but he does, and it's almost as if he hears the words. ]

You do know who I am, right? I ain't exactly one for following the traditional rules or whatever.

[ He leans in closer, lowers his voice. ]

And if y'get drunk enough? It's funny how you'll try anything once. Twice. Well, okay, it might've been three times, but it ain't like I make a habit outta it.

[punchedhitler]

[Steve looks over, a little sheepish]

I didn't know that.

[latenightfondue]

Few do, my friend, and it ain't like I go around shouting about it.

Tell you what, how I see it? The world's gonna grow sooner or later, and this stuff's not gonna matter much one way or the other. Being here's proved that.

[punchedhitler]

[He pauses because he's not about to ask Howard for sex advice.

First off it might kill him.

And then Bucky might kill Howard.]

People say it's okay, now. I just don't know if people are ready for Captain America to be in love with his best friend.

[latenightfondue]

[ It's probably for the best if he asks someone with more sense about these matters, Howard doesn't want to traumatise him.

But to lighten the mood, he grins, leans in even closer to be awkward and ridiculous because he didn't miss that. ]

It's love, then, huh? I mean, I figured it had to be serious, but you'd go as far as to call love on it?

[punchedhitler]

Yes.

[There's a stupid smile on Steve's face]

[latenightfondue]

[ There's a pause as he watches him, and then he's smiling to match his. ]

Congratulations, Cap, it was bound to happen sooner or later.

[punchedhitler]

[He laughs a little]

Later, considering me.

[latenightfondue]

Y'might be kinda slow in some areas, but who ain't? You beat me on this one.

[punchedhitler]

You'll get there, Howard.

[latenightfondue]

Not sure I'm in any rush, pal, and I might not've got a business here, but there's plenty to keep me busy.