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Harley smirked to herself when she saw Josh’s little grin. “But you are hot when you are angry." She continued as she walked towards him. “You know very well that you like it when I say that you are hot.” She grinned as she took a bold move and wrapped her arms around his neck and gazed up into his eyes. 

Peggy sighed as she heard him apologize.  She supposed that Steve could not have a clue how his actions came across.  “Right, well... “ She cleared her throat, thinking about what to say.  If he hadn’t realized how his actions might come across to someone who had been trying hard to fight that mindset, then she had just scolded him for something that he didn’t deserve being scolded for.  “If we have an understanding, shall we press on?” Her voice was much calmer then before, back to her normal tone... well, her friendlier tone.  Something used far more often then she probably should with him.  She had to stop doing that, or he’ll surely realize that something had been... progressing... for her, and that would only cause distractions.  For the both of them.  She could focus on things like romance when they were done.

Peggy sighed as Steve stepped in between her and the man she had been fighting off and knocked him out.  “It may surprise you to learn that I am perfectly capable of hand-to-hand combat, Rogers.”  She was well aware that war was traditionally a man’s field, but she had made sure she knew how to protect herself.  Extra so since starting all of this.  “Really, I am not some damsel in distress, and you do not need to treat me as one.”  Here, she thought she had met the one guy who wouldn’t place her into the normal perception of women.

“How...” Kara started, looking to the demigoddess.  She was dumbstruck.  It took her two years to calculate exactly what her real birthday would be on this planet, and Diane did it in the two weeks they had known each other.  “Let me guess.  Clark told you?  I mean, it’s not exactly something you’d find in one of Bruce’s files.  That’s listed as my Earth birthday, the day I landed here.”  She had only ever told the Danvers and Clark when her birthday was on the Earth Calendar, but mainly because she had been so excited when she figured it out.

“Did you just reference Home Alone as a timeless classic?” Darcy asked with a raised eyebrow.  She took a good look at him once more.  “You’re making me feel old and up until now I’ve been pretty comfortable with my age.”  She’s barely out of university --- she’s got her whole life ahead of her.  “Although, I gotta say, if I am ever in a bind, heaving a paint can at someone’s head seems like a logical next step.”

"....evidently I need more practice." She said as the mask dematerialized from her face so that she was hopefully no longer seen as a threat.

The Dark One had lured Harry out to the edge of town, to the barrier.  No doubt because he knew that she could go after him to retrieve her friend.  And she did just that, knowing full well that it was a trap.  She didn’t like letting people know just how powerful her magic was.  It generally made them lump her into the same category as the Dark One himself.  When the fight broke out, she was able to hold her own more or less.  Her lack of proper training was what was making the difference, ultimately.  But she was fine, all in all.  That was, however, until he saw him send something toward Harry.  Shifting gears, she immediately went to defense, trying to send that attack back to Rumpelstiltskin, but he was already preparing another attack.  A blast of wind knocked her into the air and to the side, through the barrier, and into a tree.  She yelled out in pain as she made impact, falling onto the ground.  Slowly, one of her hands went to the back of her head before she aimed her eyes toward where she had flown from, a look that could only be described as confusion.