The touch is so wanted and foreign. They couldn't dare do this during the war, both because there were more important things, but also Peggy didn't dare invite the comments from the men. Still, she'd always found herself dreaming about it in New York, especially when she found herself in Brooklyn, wanting to feel Steve's hand just like that as he told her more about the alleyways he'd become so aware of.

She leans back into the touch, feeling rather awkward with her hands as she folds them in front of her, holding tightly to the device as she stares at the instructions, following them and Steve's direction until they reach a little house. "It's not as bad as I expected," she confesses, but perhaps she has a habit of being pessimistic (or realistic, as she'd say).