[ Even if the serum hadn't improved his memory recall, Steve would remember every last detail of that conversation. He had called her just a few hours after landing in Paris, an attempt to distract himself from the sour mood that had clouded over him since he arrived in the city. Nostalgia always hit him hard in Europe, where the cultural emphasis on preservation of history kept the ghosts alive for anyone old enough to remember them. Paris had changed, of course, but it also hadn't. The Howling Commandos' preferred bar in town was now a refurbished, upscale restaurant, but the outer facade had barely been touched. Steve had been on the lookout for it once he was oriented enough to more or less recognize the streets, but it still knocked the air out of him to see it there, a relic of the past that was hollowed out to suit the needs of the modern world. A little too on the nose, really.
He was in need of distraction when he called Daisy, but he hadn't meant for the conversation to get so filthy. It started with Daisy asking him how Paris was and him naively answering that he'd rather be wherever she was. Naturally, she asked what he would be doing if they were together, and the conversation quickly escalated from there. ]
I remember. You sent me a selfie from the Capitol rotunda. You were wearing that blazer with the neckline that I still can't believe they allowed in a televised congressional hearing.
[ That one selfie had, without exaggeration, turned Steve's entire mood around. Memories of Paris in wartime were pushed out of his mind to make room for vivid daydreams about what he would have done if only he were close enough to barge into that hearing and steal Daisy away. ]
If memory serves, I said I wanted to pull you between the stacks of the library of congress and slip my hand between the lapels of that jacket. Find out for myself whether you were really wearing a shirt underneath.
[ It was easier to keep a steady voice when he did this over the phone, with only his imagination for supplemental imagery. He isn't quite sure how he managed to string together full sentences when Daisy is lying spread out before him, nothing but his own self control keeping him in his seat. His resolve won't last very long, but he's determined to drag this out until he has Daisy where he wants her: trembling with desperation and begging for his touch. ]
I would've had to cover your mouth to keep you quiet while I sucked a few marks into your neck. Then I'd send you back into that hearing so those decrepit senators who couldn't keep their eyes off you would get my message loud and clear.
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He was in need of distraction when he called Daisy, but he hadn't meant for the conversation to get so filthy. It started with Daisy asking him how Paris was and him naively answering that he'd rather be wherever she was. Naturally, she asked what he would be doing if they were together, and the conversation quickly escalated from there. ]
I remember. You sent me a selfie from the Capitol rotunda. You were wearing that blazer with the neckline that I still can't believe they allowed in a televised congressional hearing.
[ That one selfie had, without exaggeration, turned Steve's entire mood around. Memories of Paris in wartime were pushed out of his mind to make room for vivid daydreams about what he would have done if only he were close enough to barge into that hearing and steal Daisy away. ]
If memory serves, I said I wanted to pull you between the stacks of the library of congress and slip my hand between the lapels of that jacket. Find out for myself whether you were really wearing a shirt underneath.
[ It was easier to keep a steady voice when he did this over the phone, with only his imagination for supplemental imagery. He isn't quite sure how he managed to string together full sentences when Daisy is lying spread out before him, nothing but his own self control keeping him in his seat. His resolve won't last very long, but he's determined to drag this out until he has Daisy where he wants her: trembling with desperation and begging for his touch. ]
I would've had to cover your mouth to keep you quiet while I sucked a few marks into your neck. Then I'd send you back into that hearing so those decrepit senators who couldn't keep their eyes off you would get my message loud and clear.