His eyes said it all, the heat in them unmistakable. But Steve's smile was soft and so was his voice when he spoke, standing slowly, "Perfect. You look wonderful Peggy. It really suits you. Guess I have a little fashion sense after all, huh?"

No one would ever call Steve a fashion plate on his own, and he didn't mind that at all. A uniform or jeans and a tee. Those tended to be his main choices for covering his body, although he knew he could clean up well when he tried. Steve needed a haircut again, and he was just a little stubbly, shaving forgotten in the delight of the boxes and getting a good workout with the building. He looked scruffy and when he rubbed his jaw, there was a definite sound of scratching against his work-rough hand. It made him strangely happy. Almost like he was normal.