"Don't think I've seen 'bombs bursting in air' taken quite so literally before." They'd been in London in between missions for a bit of r&r, which just so happened to be on Steve's birthday. The Commandos had been celebrating in a pub when the air raid siren started, and now they were all in an Underground station. Sam had dragged Steve back from the crowd a little for a bit of space, huddling against one of the curved brick walls with him. It wasn't really cold, per se, but a lot chillier than Sam was used to at this time of year.

"You got any plans for later?" Sam nudged him gently, with a teasing smile on her face. "Assuming we ever get out of here, anyway."