Steven Rogers (flagonmyhead) wrote in marvel_my_way, @ 2012-11-11 09:53:00 |
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Current mood: | optimistic |
Broke
The elevator is nicer, and bigger, than most apartments he's lived in.
Shouldn't be surprised. According to Scott, this guy's the best accountant in the city. Never thought I'd need one, but since I don't have access to Avengers funds anymore, it's time I built a life for myself with what I'm due.
He's even borrowed a deep blue suit from Scott...the fit is pretty good, aside from a tightness across the chest and shoulders.
They didn't use to call him 'Slim' for nothing, apparently...I wonder why he looked at me so long while I was changing, though?
The doors slide open, and Steve walks into a posh, if metallic, office complex. The female receptionist gives him a dazzling smile and asks how she can help him.
"Er...hello, ma'am. My name is Steve Rogers..." Her eyes widen and he swallows, watching the flush of excitement creep into her face, "...I have a 12:30 appointment with a Mr. Robert Drake?"
"I'll page him right away, Mr. Rogers!" she chirps, almost jumping on his words. With an awkward smile, his face twelve shades of red, Steve sinks his sizable frame into a nearby chair.
Please, please, please let him not be too long...I can already see her planning out an entire imaginary courtship in her head.