"I don't know, it is a rather fetching sight," she can't help but tease as she points out the obvious seeing as Peggy is quite sure that any number of women here might be compelled to share how much they like looking at Steve chopping wood. Herself, included, of course, given the high flush in her cheeks and the way she ends up drifting a step closer when he sets the axe aside.

He's right, though. She's not here to make small talk and simply exchange pleasantries, though she also wants to avoid the depths of what she ought to be saying. "I wanted to talk to you about the room with all the specimens," she says, crossing her arms over her chest, her blouse crinkling under the motion. "I wanted to ask if you were feeling any different, if you still had all your strength from Erskine's serum, or whether it's come and gone." Last time, he had still had some of it left, as if an echo.

Part of her, the part that's tired and simply pleased to see him, coaxes her into saying what comes next. "And," she begins awkwardly, "well, I've missed you."