In the moment, this kiss seems to last forever, because Steve seems to forget about the outside world entirely. Even the vibrations from that hum feels nice, and despite the fact that a small part of him knows he should stop — because heck, all he knows about Gracie is her name — that part of Steve has been completely outmaneuvered by whatever drug was in Tony’s coffee that morning.

Until suddenly, he hears the startling bang of a nearby door opening and then sound of multiple footsteps from just around the corner. It’s enough to make him pull back and open his eyes to look at Gracie, his lips just slightly open still. “Um-“ he barely gets out, before he hears his name being called.

“Lt. Rogers, I heard that you—” It’s odd, being called lieutenant when he’s spent most of his adult life being known as captain, but the voice itself is enough to remind Steve that he came to the HPD and Mind Control sector for a reason this afternoon. He had an appointment. To go over security protocols.

He gives Gracie an apologetic look as he carefully but quickly removes his arms, making sure that he doesn’t knock her off balance. “Yes-“ Steve straightens his jump suit before turning around. “You must be Mr. Argyle.” Senior supervisor of Trend Identifiers, he remembers.