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Janet Van Dyne aka Wasp ([info]tiny_queenbee) wrote in [info]snapthread,
@ 2019-04-03 22:22:00

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Entry tags:janet van dyne (avac), steve rogers (mcu)

Who: Steve Rogers (mcu) & Jan Van Dyne
What: First meetings and fittings!
When: Backdated to Monday
Where: Van Dyne's
Rating: Low

It was the perfect lazy day. The sun beat down on the cobblestones out in the courtyard and the temperature seemed to be in the perfect nap mode. The town itself seemed fairly quiet, but Jan didn't seem to notice as she practically flew around her new shop, folding a stack of tees on a table, flitting over to the window to open it, enjoying her step into the sunlight before she turned back to her desk, making an adjustment on a new skirt.

She had received the best. Gift. EVER. She wasn't sure who had given it to her, but the sewing machine had been on her nightstand when she had got up that morning and she hadn't questioned. She figured it had been Tony and she'd thank him later, but now! Now she had things to make! Clothes to tailor! GIFTS TO GIVE!

She had lost track of the time by mid-afternoon, but she had been able to customize a new skirt for herself (and maybe Gwen?) and patched up a shirt of Tony's. She was ahead of her tasks, which made her a little sad. Maybe she'd have to advertise again, send out the good news that she had the tools of her trade and now make ANYTHING. Well, so long as she had the supplies.

A shadow crossed in front of the window and she glanced over, doing a double take. She knew that profile...kinda. "Steve!" She flew to the window, growing to her normal height as he turned around. "Hey!" She waved. "Interest you in a new suit soldier?" She grinned as if he were an old friend, not caring that they hadn't talked or interacted before. It was Steve! How could you not fall into an immediate friendship with him?



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Steve | Jan :: Talking Shop
[info]tiny_queenbee
2019-04-20 06:02 pm UTC (link)
She couldn't help but beam with pride at Steve's reaction, happy someone could at least appreciate it with her. Fashion didn't seem to be on anyone else's list of priorities, but at least she could offer a refresh on the clothes they were given. She had tried Tony's washing system but preferred to go shopping instead. Could you blame the girl? There was only so much to do in Starklandia and the only form of entertainment was the doorway. Now she had her own form of entertainment and while the town might not call for anything fancy, she could still work on things. You know...just in case!

She shouldn't have been surprised when Steve went the more practical route and she nodded her head. "I've definitely got things like that!" She walked over to the door, opening it for him with a small bow. "Nothing made by me, but if something doesn't fit well, I can always alter it!" She certainly had a passion for dressing people up and dressing an older Steve was like a dream come true. Maybe he'd humor her and let her just try a suit on. Something for a special occasion. She grinned, just thinking about it as she followed him into the store.

"I don't think I've ever seen you in shorts," she said, turning to look at him. It was a strange picture in her mind, but he probably ran hot just like everyone else! "Are we talking like, dad shorts," she placed her hand right above her knee. "Or like, are you feeling braver for something a little more...?" She raised her hand a couple of inches to the middle of her thigh.

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