Knock it off, Rogers, he tells himself firmly, upon seeing that shyness creep in around the edges of her smile. She's your goddamned neighbor, an' prob'ly all by herself an' nervous. An' here you are makin' moon eyes at 'er. (Steve's accent liked to come out full-force in his head when he berated himself.)

"Sure, no problem," he replies with a smile. Crossing his arms, Steve pretends to seriously consider the boxes littering the hallway. "So, the real question is... which of these is the heaviest?" He pauses, before grinning slyly. "I won't ask which is the most fragile, although maybe I should," he adds, tossing her a teasing wink.