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Setting herself and Steve up actually turned out to be easier than usual. As a fugitive on the run from the US military, she didn't often have the luxury of picking locations that would be friendly to a woman traveling alone. Before she'd been on the run too long, she managed to pick up a ring that would pass as a wedding ring if needed. With Steve, she didn't just have a ring, she had a fake husband - which, for once, made it somewhat easier to find a place to stay.

It took barely a week for their current home to gain a set of jury-rigged laboratory equipment to continue her research into ways to cure - or, failing that, destroy - it. At the moment, she was mostly playing catch-up, adding newer findings to the worn notebook that served as a repository of information, something that she could visualize. When Steve entered the room, she smiled and quickly shut the book before he could see the heading of the section she was updating (termination(?)). "Morning."

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She snorted. "You may change your mind on that."

[justakidfrombrklyn]

He shook his head firmly.

"Never."

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"Never's a long time."

[justakidfrombrklyn]

"Already made about seventy years past when I ever thought I would, but I'm not really worried aboutit."

He pressed another kiss to her temple before getting up to take the bag from the bartender. They'd packed up everything.

"Ready to go?"

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"Still a long time for you to change your mind," she said quietly, not really trying to get him to hear her after he stood up.

When he came back with their bag, she smiled again. "Yes. Please."

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He nodded and offered his arm to her.

"Come on, then. Wanna get home before the food's cold."