He knows it's probably going to get him smacked, but the minute that he hits the ground -- falling in the way Steve taught him to take a hit, he's practically choking back mild amusement as he winds the water gun lightly under her ribs, outside the vest, and squeezes just hard enough that the wet pressure will stain her shirt.

"If you break my knee before my wedding, I've got a giant Navy lunkhead at home," he reminds her.