In the Strategic Scientific Reserve offices, Private Lorraine stands perilously close to Steve Rogers, her hand still on his tie. “…They owe you their thanks,” she purrs. “And seeing as they’re not here…” She leans in and kisses him.

Peggy Carter rounds the corner, her eyes narrowing at the sight. “Captain!” she snaps. “We’re ready for you, if you’re not otherwise occupied.” She spins on her heel and strides toward the lab.

Steve pulls back, flustered. “Agent Carter, wait.”

Peggy doesn’t slow. “Looks like finding a partner wasn’t that hard after all.”

“Peggy, that’s not what you thought it was,” Steve calls, hurrying after her.

“I don’t think anything, Captain, not one thing,” Peggy retorts, her voice icy. “You always wanted to be a soldier, and now you are, just like all the rest.”

Steve’s jaw tightens. “Well, what about you and Stark? How do I know you two haven’t been fondue-ing?”

Peggy rolls her eyes. “You still don’t know a bloody thing about women.”

Moments later, in the lab, Steve is led by Howard Stark around advanced weaponry. Howard is amused. “Fondue is just cheese and bread, my friend.”

Steve blinks. “Really? I didn’t think…”

“Nor should you, pal,” Howard says, grinning. “The moment you think you know what’s going on in a woman’s head is the moment your goose is well and truly cooked. Me, I concentrate on work, which at the moment is about making sure you and your men do not get killed.”