He nods, wordlessly, recovering as he shuts the door and follows her down the hall. "Fine, thank you."
It's not a wheeze. Not quite.
By the time they get to the lab, Steve is almost happy to face a clinical eye and tests rather than the clothing store help and college girls who kept smiling and laughing when he acted embarrassed taking off his shirt or stopped to hold the door.
Girls. Women. He doesn't. Can't- Just can't.
Peter is there already, staring into space and tapping out a rhythm that almost sounds familiar, or would if he were playing the notes that went with it. He gives Steve a little nod and bypasses the man, heading straight for Olivia. "Did the research you asked me about."
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It's not a wheeze. Not quite.
By the time they get to the lab, Steve is almost happy to face a clinical eye and tests rather than the clothing store help and college girls who kept smiling and laughing when he acted embarrassed taking off his shirt or stopped to hold the door.
Girls. Women. He doesn't. Can't- Just can't.
Peter is there already, staring into space and tapping out a rhythm that almost sounds familiar, or would if he were playing the notes that went with it. He gives Steve a little nod and bypasses the man, heading straight for Olivia. "Did the research you asked me about."