Steve has enough to worry about with Natasha and Clint poking around his love life, thank you. But if he's ever in the market for a wingman, he'll be sure to lose Harper's number.
(Who are we kidding? The good captain wouldn't leave him in the lurch like that. If he's going to get slapped, then they'll get slapped together.)
"Oh yeah? Beantown, huh?" he says amicably, smoothing right past the negative reaction to Captain Hunt's name. For as friendly as he looks, his eyes sharpen just a fraction; Dylan seemed like a decent guy, which means something has clearly happened. Not that it's any of Steve's business. "I'm from Brooklyn. Don't worry, I don't carry any grudges with me."
They seem especially ridiculous now, out in the reaches of space. Just so long as Harper doesn't speak ill of the Dodgers, they'll be just fine (even if some schmuck traded them off to Los Angeles while he was sleeping). "What do you mean, 'what's left of it'?"
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(Who are we kidding? The good captain wouldn't leave him in the lurch like that. If he's going to get slapped, then they'll get slapped together.)
"Oh yeah? Beantown, huh?" he says amicably, smoothing right past the negative reaction to Captain Hunt's name. For as friendly as he looks, his eyes sharpen just a fraction; Dylan seemed like a decent guy, which means something has clearly happened. Not that it's any of Steve's business. "I'm from Brooklyn. Don't worry, I don't carry any grudges with me."
They seem especially ridiculous now, out in the reaches of space. Just so long as Harper doesn't speak ill of the Dodgers, they'll be just fine (even if some schmuck traded them off to Los Angeles while he was sleeping). "What do you mean, 'what's left of it'?"