Who: Steve (Trevor) & Natasha What: Steve needs measurements to make Natasha's prop. Where: Cedar Springs When: Wednesday, late afternoon Warnings: None so far
It wasn't Steve's first time in Brightford. Of course, stating that made it seem like he was so rarely there he could count all the times on one hand, but he'd already gone a couple of times for work.
It was, however, his first time seeing a stage for burlesque in person. He'd heard about it--during times of war, the practise apparently helped soothe the negative feelings of the populace--but not once did Steve ever set foot in one of their venues. He just never had the time.
There was some routine being done by the dancers, the details of which Steve wasn't privy to, but it wasn't like he had to be. All he knew was that he had to build the metal frames for what would be luxurious wings--the sort used by angels with tiers upon tiers of feathers--and, seeing how they'd be for specific dancers, Steve figured that having measurements for each of them would make the whole ordeal safer.
He was down on the last name on his list now: Natasha Romanoff. Standing in the girls' dressing room had Steve sticking out like a sore thumb; his plain suit and its plain tie looked even plainer surrounded by the fanciful costumes, the deep colours and the wondrous lace.
Steve came early. The only other people present were various stagehands and custodians. Granted, Natasha was supposed to come an hour before the dancers were really needed to start working and Steve came an hour and a half early, but old habits died hard.
Steve was always early to everything. Now he had to suffer for it.