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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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He stretched up and patted the top of the door frame with both hands before rubbing at his belly and glancing torwards the kitchen.

"Morning. Are you seeing it from the front end or the back? Cause I could make us some breakfast before I head out to get a few things."

Her fake husband had gone out and found a real job, working as a bouncer off the books at a local nightclub. It made for a lot of late nights and late mornings, but as he was naturally a morning person, he tended to drag himself out at a decent hour on his days off.