[ The commanding tone of her voice washes over him like a tidal wave, and instantly he's dropping into subspace, his hand falling away without complaint. The press of her hand leaves him trembling slightly, and as his back hits the mattress he can feel the last traces of his tightly-held control begin to drift away.
Again, he doesn't speak; he knows better than that. Instead, he looks up at her with wide, dark eyes, waiting. ]
[ How exactly do you respond to that? Talking about the Hulk isn't exactly a fun experience either, but somehow it feels... cathartic, almost. ]
I mean, I'm glad you think some part of me would be helpful in such situations, but I also can't help but wonder if I'd be as useful without that part.
I like dancing! I just like doing it in a controlled environment where I can escape to a quiet space when I feel a little too green, if you catch my meaning.
And tea is delicious, I don't even have to defend that.
[ It's good that she saves her approval for later, because would it very definitely drive bruce to distraction for the rest of the evening. he tends to overthink things on a regular basis, and he's slowly realizing just how badly he wants to impress her - for no other reason than to win her respect, and maybe to make her say his name more often.
when she turns her cheek, a thought rises in his mind that he can't find a good reason to ignore. but before he can follow through she's turned away. oh well, he thinks. maybe later. after all, kisses aren't why they're here, even if they'll make the pair of them look more like what they're supposed to be.
he takes the seat opposite her, reaching his hands out across the tabletop and leaving them palm-up, inviting her to take them. it feels natural, doing these things. pretending to be a normal man in a normal relationship, going out for drinks with a beautiful, intelligent woman. it's a dream he gave up on long ago.
but again - he's not here for that. ]
I might have to take some notes. [ he raises his head to glance around, seemingly sizing up the bar. ] Not that my mental math is bad, per se, but I'd prefer to check with the notes back in my lab before I give you a definitive conclusion.
Of course. And we'll do what we can to buy ourselves that time. But I may call on you to act on your instincts, Bruce, and I need to know whether that's alright by you.
[ despite the content of her words, they still have a story to sell. and peggy sells it. she scoots to the edge of her chair and leans in, elbows on the table, so that she can slide a single palm along the length of his hand -- fingers curling against the trunk of his wrist. it's an affectionate caress. it's also a means by which she intends to establish some ballpark estimate of his resting heart rate.
-- but for now, someone comes to take their drinks and she's all smiles and saccharine impressions. bourbon, for her. she orders it with a coy little please before nudging bruce. ]
[ Instincts. In other words, she'll need him to be capable of reacting instantaneously, without a plan as to what to do or say. It's not something impossible for him, but it's generally a bad idea - he does best when he knows what's coming.
For now, at least, he'll focus on what he's already built. The smile that touches his lips when he feels her hand against his wrist is genuine; even though the contact is little more than a ruse, it still feels nice, and it reminds him of how long it's been since a woman touched him in such an intimate manner. He doesn't even consider her other motives for doing so, though; he's not the spy she is, and while he's intelligent, he isn't clever like she is.
When she gives her drink order he sits back slightly, widening the spread of his legs. Being more confident than usual is strange, but he has to at least attempt it. ] Cognac. And not one of those new ones, make sure it's vintage.
[ He flashes a smile at Peggy as their waiter takes his leave, feeling emboldened. Never mind the fact that he rarely drinks. ]
[ every touch -- every pull of the pad of her finger against the curve of his palm -- suggests encouragement. peggy sees a spark of confidence, however performative, and she wants to reward him for it. it's not her usual style. many a man might characterize peggy as more of a drill sergeant than a soft touch. and she is that, certainly, but snapping and commanding won't get bruce where she needs him to be.
so once the waiter turns away from the two of them, it seems as though she's only got eyes for bruce. as roles go, she plays this one for both him and their ambient audience.
her laugh remains brief, though. sharp like bullet fire. ]
Yes. I think that was just insufferable enough to sell it. [ her chin dips. ] Fond of what's vintage, are you?
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for helapowerful
Date: 2018-01-19 09:03 pm (UTC)[ The commanding tone of her voice washes over him like a tidal wave, and instantly he's dropping into subspace, his hand falling away without complaint. The press of her hand leaves him trembling slightly, and as his back hits the mattress he can feel the last traces of his tightly-held control begin to drift away.
Again, he doesn't speak; he knows better than that. Instead, he looks up at her with wide, dark eyes, waiting. ]
for inacan
Date: 2018-01-21 04:00 pm (UTC)Thank you. After all, there's no point in being an Avenger if there's no earth left to save.
I mean, I kind of figured you would be fire, but I can get on board with that. What about me?
no subject
Date: 2018-01-21 05:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-01-21 05:29 pm (UTC)Wait, does that mean Vision is Captain Planet?
no subject
Date: 2018-01-21 07:05 pm (UTC)and yeah of course what else would Vision be
no subject
Date: 2018-01-22 11:50 pm (UTC)I wasn't thinking about including him at first, but now that I've said it I think we need to make it a reality. The Earth-vengers.
no subject
Date: 2018-01-23 12:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-01-27 09:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-01-28 12:53 am (UTC)for snikette
Date: 2018-01-21 04:10 pm (UTC)...ah.
[ How exactly do you respond to that? Talking about the Hulk isn't exactly a fun experience either, but somehow it feels... cathartic, almost. ]
I mean, I'm glad you think some part of me would be helpful in such situations, but I also can't help but wonder if I'd be as useful without that part.
no subject
Date: 2018-01-21 05:47 pm (UTC)[ see: his genius intellect. ]
You have more to give than just the Hulk, Doctor Banner.
no subject
Date: 2018-01-22 11:51 pm (UTC)[ oh no. don't dip into depression, bruce. ]
For what it's worth, I'd be glad to have you around in those situations, too. Not just because you kick ass.
no subject
Date: 2018-01-23 08:14 am (UTC)[ as much as she can, anyway. ]
My varied skill set makes me an asset. I am aware of this.
for buildsomething
Date: 2018-01-21 04:13 pm (UTC)I think you've turned me into a masochist, Tony. What exactly did you do?
for diewalkure
Date: 2018-01-21 04:16 pm (UTC)I like dancing! I just like doing it in a controlled environment where I can escape to a quiet space when I feel a little too green, if you catch my meaning.
And tea is delicious, I don't even have to defend that.
no subject
Date: 2018-01-24 12:30 am (UTC)you really shouldn't defend it, tea is terrible.
no subject
Date: 2018-01-24 01:09 am (UTC)I like to think I'm capable of being smooth every now and then. ;)
But no, it is not. Maybe you haven't had any good tea?
for the_beaut
Date: 2018-01-21 04:18 pm (UTC)Is he really that bad?
Give me an ETA, so the tea won't be cold by the time you arrive.
for asgardsthunder
Date: 2018-01-21 04:25 pm (UTC)Thank you.
No, not really. I still have the imprints on my face. I'm kind of surprised that door is still standing, to be honest.
...but okay you can show me if you really want to. [ curiosity is a dangerous thing, Dr. Banner. ]
no subject
Date: 2018-01-23 11:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-01-24 02:34 am (UTC)Just - please don't show anyone. Especially Tony. I'll never hear the end of it.
for mucked
Date: 2018-01-22 11:40 pm (UTC)[ It's good that she saves her approval for later, because would it very definitely drive bruce to distraction for the rest of the evening. he tends to overthink things on a regular basis, and he's slowly realizing just how badly he wants to impress her - for no other reason than to win her respect, and maybe to make her say his name more often.
when she turns her cheek, a thought rises in his mind that he can't find a good reason to ignore. but before he can follow through she's turned away. oh well, he thinks. maybe later. after all, kisses aren't why they're here, even if they'll make the pair of them look more like what they're supposed to be.
he takes the seat opposite her, reaching his hands out across the tabletop and leaving them palm-up, inviting her to take them. it feels natural, doing these things. pretending to be a normal man in a normal relationship, going out for drinks with a beautiful, intelligent woman. it's a dream he gave up on long ago.
but again - he's not here for that. ]
I might have to take some notes. [ he raises his head to glance around, seemingly sizing up the bar. ] Not that my mental math is bad, per se, but I'd prefer to check with the notes back in my lab before I give you a definitive conclusion.
no subject
Date: 2018-01-23 01:36 am (UTC)[ despite the content of her words, they still have a story to sell. and peggy sells it. she scoots to the edge of her chair and leans in, elbows on the table, so that she can slide a single palm along the length of his hand -- fingers curling against the trunk of his wrist. it's an affectionate caress. it's also a means by which she intends to establish some ballpark estimate of his resting heart rate.
-- but for now, someone comes to take their drinks and she's all smiles and saccharine impressions. bourbon, for her. she orders it with a coy little please before nudging bruce. ]
And you, darling?
sorry for the delay!
Date: 2018-02-09 08:49 pm (UTC)For now, at least, he'll focus on what he's already built. The smile that touches his lips when he feels her hand against his wrist is genuine; even though the contact is little more than a ruse, it still feels nice, and it reminds him of how long it's been since a woman touched him in such an intimate manner. He doesn't even consider her other motives for doing so, though; he's not the spy she is, and while he's intelligent, he isn't clever like she is.
When she gives her drink order he sits back slightly, widening the spread of his legs. Being more confident than usual is strange, but he has to at least attempt it. ] Cognac. And not one of those new ones, make sure it's vintage.
[ He flashes a smile at Peggy as their waiter takes his leave, feeling emboldened. Never mind the fact that he rarely drinks. ]
hey, don't worry about it!
Date: 2018-02-10 08:28 pm (UTC)so once the waiter turns away from the two of them, it seems as though she's only got eyes for bruce. as roles go, she plays this one for both him and their ambient audience.
her laugh remains brief, though. sharp like bullet fire. ]
Yes. I think that was just insufferable enough to sell it. [ her chin dips. ] Fond of what's vintage, are you?