It takes Steve a bit longer than one would expect to comply with her request. First there's the matter of his shield, carefully shrugged off and laid against a chair, out of the way. He sets his helmet down in the chair's seat. And then he lowers himself slowly onto the other sofa, near the fireplace, posture absolutely perfect, hands folded in his lap.
"Thank you, Princess." ...It's right to address a princess by her title, right? He has no idea. He hopes he doesn't mess this up before the interview even starts.
A faint smile turns his lips but he remains silent, because, honestly, you do not rush a princess. She'll begin when she's ready.
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It takes Steve a bit longer than one would expect to comply with her request. First there's the matter of his shield, carefully shrugged off and laid against a chair, out of the way. He sets his helmet down in the chair's seat. And then he lowers himself slowly onto the other sofa, near the fireplace, posture absolutely perfect, hands folded in his lap.
"Thank you, Princess." ...It's right to address a princess by her title, right? He has no idea. He hopes he doesn't mess this up before the interview even starts.
A faint smile turns his lips but he remains silent, because, honestly, you do not rush a princess. She'll begin when she's ready.