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Steve Rogers did, in fact, realize that something was off when he saw the outline of the woman’s odd bra (a push-up bra, he would later learn), but being an officer and a gentleman, he said that it was the game that gave the future away.

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No, see, this scene is just amazing. The costume department deserves so many kudos for this, it’s unreal, especially given the fact that they pulled off Peggy pretty much flawlessly.

1) Her hair is completely wrong for the 40’s. No professional/working woman  would have her hair loose like that. Since they’re trying to pass this off as a military hospital, Steve would know that she would at least have her hair carefully pulled back, if maybe not in the elaborate coiffures that would have been popular.

2) Her tie? Too wide, too long. That’s a man’s tie, not a woman’s. They did, however, get the knot correct as far as I can see - that looks like a Windsor.

3) That. Bra. There is so much clashing between that bra and what Steve would expect (remember, he worked with a bunch of women for a long time) that it has to be intentional. She’s wearing a foam cup, which would have been unheard of back then. It’s also an exceptionally old or ill-fitting bra - why else can you see the tops of the cups? No woman would have been caught dead with misbehaving lingerie like that back then, and the soft satin cups of 40’s lingerie made it nearly impossible anyway. Her breasts are also sitting at a much lower angle than would be acceptable in the 40’s.

Look at his eyes. He knows by the time he gets to her hair that something is very, very wrong.

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Let’s just imagine, shall we?

Rosethorn and Lark have just taken in these new “kids,” children chock full of nightmares and trust issues, children who are relearning how to have a home. And that’s all fine and dandy and great and whoop-de-do yay for doing their duty and all. But that means that their lovely little home has gone from empty to full. Four new charges means the ground floor bedrooms are all full. Lark and Rosethorn each have their own rooms, because they do take charges and because they both like having their own space. But two nights into their new arrangements and Rosethorn is absolutely done with having to sneak across her own damn kitchen just to get to Lark’s bed. She always forgets that having children around means no more touching in the kitchen, no more Lark’s arms sliding around her when she makes tea in the morning. No more coming in fresh from the garden to catch Lark still at work in her shop, squinting away because the silly bird forgot to light more lamps. No more getting distracted in the garden when Lark decides she needs a break (the cottage provides just enough cover if they are careful). 

Maybe they sneak out sometimes, slipping away when the children are off with Niko. Lark teasing Rosethorn into admiring something other than a plant, Rosethorn getting excited and bubbly over how beautifully a tree has grown around a boulder. Lark dragging Rosethorn into the shadows of the outer wall to make out like teenagers.

Rosethorn getting cock-blocked by a bunch of kids is my favorite new headcanon.

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