He goes silent and nervously drums his fingers against his thigh
as he gazes down at the floor and worries at his lower lip for a few
seconds. Ah, crap. Think of something before he says anything else.
Steve forcefully clears his throat and places his hands on his knees.
”Yeah, top secret. It’s actually something for Stark. I can’t have
anyone looking at it.” That’s good enough, right?
The Captain leans forward to grab his cup, finishing off his drink
before heaving a sigh. He’s not buying any of this - not one bit. He
does know, however, that there’s no way he’s getting the sketchbook
with Steve on edge like is he right now. He’d have to wait.
“Mm. Of course, of course.”