"Yeah." Steve shrugged, uncertain still. "Maybe. I'll look into it."

Laurel nodded.

"Where do you want to go next?" she asked, changing the subject.

Steve shrugged. "The museum closes in about ten minutes," he said, checking his watch. "It's not quite late enough for dinner, though."

"Whatever you want to do," Laurel said. "It was my choice to come here, so now it's your turn."

Steve chuckled. "Alright." He was quiet for a few moments. "This way, then." He had an idea. He just had to see if his timing was right.

Laurel nodded and followed him, curious. She wanted to see where he wanted to take them.

Steve took them to a little theater, and he bought two tickets with a grin.

"Just in time," he said with satisfaction, ushering her into a theater.

"What are we seeing?" Laurel asked, raising an eyebrow a bit as she sat down in one of the seats.

"This theater replays old films," Steve said quietly as he settled in next to her. "From the war. Advertisements and all. I came here a lot the first few months."

"I had no idea this was here," Laurel murmured as the lights went down.

"Not many people do," Steve said quietly. Then he settled back to watch, smiling a little at the familiar war-time ads.

Laurel settled in as well. About half-way through, she realized that she was leaning towards Steve, her arm touching his on the arm rest. Thankfully, it was dark, so he wouldn't be able to see how brightly she blushed at that.

Steve didn't mind at all. He just stayed where he was, relaxed and enjoying the movie. And the company. He had definitely decided that he liked going out with Laurel.

The old-time film was actually kind of fascinating. Laurel had never watched anything quite so old before, and it was kind of neat.

"They collected kitchen grease for the war?" she asked softly as some of the ads and commercials rolled. "Really?"

Steve nodded. "Yes. Anything they could use, really. Kitchen grease was a popular one."

"I never knew that," Laurel said. "It's not something you hear about anymore."

Steve shook his head. "There are a lot of things you don't hear about anymore," he said. "Things that people would rather forget."

"I'll bet," Laurel said. "It's still kind of surreal, seeing vintage ads like this." She paused when a quick war-bond ad started and a very familiar patriotic face appeared. "And then there's you."

"That happened a lot too, through the war," Steve said, his voice a little dry. "I got used to having my face all over."

"I can imagine," Laurel said, watching the ad. "Wow, this is really kind of surreal. They really aired these?"

"All the time. They had shorts too, before the movies." Steve couldn't help but grin. "Those were kind of fun to listen to everyone else's reactions to those."

"Maybe I'm just spoiled by good special effects," Laurel said as the film finished. "But that was really weird to watch."

Steve snickered. "It's very different from modern films," he agreed. "But it's what I grew up with."

Laurel grinned.

"Did you see The Wizard of Oz when it came out?" she asked. "That was, what, 1939?"

"First picture I ever saw with color," Steve agreed. "Bucky and I both went to that one."