Who: Happy Hogan and May Parker What: an attempt at Romance. Where: Bungalow 2 When: Saturday, late dinner time.
Happy wasn’t a spectacular cook, but he’d been on his own long enough to cook a decent meal for himself. Except, this meal wasn’t just for himself, and while he knew that May was an amazing cook, he knew that she was already going to be preoccupied with the things that she would be taking on tomorrow. So, in his own little kitchen, he threw together some chicken, potatoes and brocolli. It wasn’t gourmet by any standards, but it was good (he’d tried a little bit of it, obviously, just to check the seasoning).
He paused when he realized he didn’t have anything nice to pack it up in, just some standard tupperware and a lunch box that he’d picked up. He kept telling himself that it wouldn’t really matter, but it sort of mattered for him. He found himself a little disappointed that he hadn’t thought to see if there were a florist or anything, so that maybe he could bring her some easter flowers… that was a nice friendly gesture. Wasn’t it?
He packed up the food, and made the short trek over to the Stark-Parker bungalow. He was still worried about Tony, it was obvious that he wasn’t doing well, but what else could he do? He would come up with something, but that wasn’t the point of tonight. He knocked on the door before letting himself in, it wasn’t something terribly unusual for him to do, even though he always announced himself as soon as he got the door open.
“It’s Happy,” He called, stepping through the door with his small bag of food. He grinned, spotting May in the communal kitchen. She was always a vision to see, and it always brought genuine happiness to his face. “I uh… thought you might not want to cook tonight, since you’re cooking so much tomorrow. Since you’re always taking care of everyone, I thought that I could treat you to dinner.” He explained, gesturing to the bag.