A living legend

[Scene: Steve's cabin. He is very pointedly not showing anyone anything besides a view of his chest and up, hair rather mussed, shirt rumpled and cheeks pink from embarrassment. The sounds of 'O, Canada' can be heard playing faintly in the background. Steve is moving, now, on a hunt for that robot and still carefully not pointing the camera anywhere remotely close to the bed.]

Tony, this is getting ridiculous. If you're that bored, you can always come spar with me or something, instead of -- well, doing this.

[He spares a moment from the camera to -- find the robot, and then -- HAH. There it is, and he picks it up. He turns the little robot over in his hands, torn between amusement and lingering embarrassment. Now that he thinks about it, these little guys are actually kind of cute. ...Also, if anyone was paying attention as the camera panned across the floor, there is definitely a woman's shoe lying on the floor.]

Is there an off switch? I don't wanna crush the little guy or anything. And 'O, Canada', really? I don't have any problem with Canadians, I would have figured you'd put one of your ...modern songs that are nothing but noise on here.

....So, uh -- that was a flood. Huh. Thanks, Dick, for the clothes. I'll return them as soon as I've got 'em clean. [Yes, he's all back to normal size now.]

Anyway. To anyone who I might've said hello to, hi again. Properly, this time -- I'm Captain Steve Rogers. Nice to have you aboard the barge.

[Private to Agent Peggy Carter:]

I'm not... sure if this is going to work right, but -- hi, Peggy. [A slight pause, and then there's a small, slightly embarrassed, slightly nervous smile appearing on his face.]

I'm sorry about -- uh, well. Not knowing you. Apparently floods do that. But I'll do my best to make sure it doesn't happen again. We should talk, in any case, and I'm pretty sure I owe you a dance, if you don't mind it being a bit delayed.