Verity (jokeshopgirl) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-12 15:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, steve rogers (captain america), verity |
Do you think if I ask them nicely, they’ll bring out the chocolate syrup for me?
Who: Steve Rogers and Verity
When: After these comments
Where: 24 Hour Diner
What: Dinner! ...after dinner dinner?
Rating/Warning: Low/None
Status: Complete when posted
Okay, so. Verity did really have a crush on every boy. All of them. She was hormonal, and starving, and hungry and in dire need of bacon, and... wait, topic change. Verity liked Steve. It was a little embarrassing. She wasn’t sure she could control it. When he suggested going out for a midnight dinner, she may or may not have given a little squeal at her computer. Then she may or may not have showered and changed into the cutest (maternity) clothes she had.
She was sitting by the front door waiting for his knock, playing some Candy game on her phone that her Sister-In-Law had sent to her on Facebook.
Steve was glad to get out of the house. It wasn’t as if he was going to get any sleep with the dreams on his mind, and when he managed to close his eyes, all he saw were chorus girls and heard that stupid catchy song. Anyway, he always had a fun time with Verity, so why not. He was getting pretty hungry, too.
When he got to her place, Steve walked up on knocked on the door, then put his hands in his pockets to wait.
Verity jumped at the knock. She’d been trying to... do something. With the Candy. Whatever that silly game was. She clicked it off, then stood and answered the door. The grin that crossed her features was stupidly bright. “Hi!”
“Hey,” he said, just as cheerful. He even gave her a wave. “Ready to go, I guess? It’s weird, the more I think about it, the hungrier I am.”
She returned the wave. It was adorable. “Sure am. Starving. I don’t have all that much room in my tummy lately, so I’m always hungry.” She stepped through the doorway and pulled it closed behind herself.
Steve opened the car door for her, then drove them off toward a nearby diner. “How have you been? Everything’s all right?”
“So far so good. Hormones are insane and I’m peeing every twenty minutes, but...” Probably too much information? Yeah, too much information. She went pink. “I’m settling in to this pregnancy thing. I’m sure I’ll be hitting my stride right about the time the baby’s born.”
“Isn’t that how it always goes?” He glanced over at her. “The moment you get used to it, you move on to something else?” Steve laughed a bit. “I think you’re gonna be all right.”
“That’s what they say, anyway. I tend to believe them.” She added, sighing softly. “My mom says that kids make us prematurely old.”
“Every parent says something like that to their kids. But, come on, you work at a joke shop, I don’t think you need to worry about getting old too soon.” They got to the diner quickly, since they weren’t uncommon, and he walked around to open her door once they parked.
“You’ve got a point there,” with Fred and George around, too, Verity wasn’t about to grow old too quickly. She probably could have opened her own door. She was sort of expecting that she’d have to... but then he came around and opened it for her, and she blushed again. (See? He did that sort of thing to her.) “Thank you.” She climbed out to join him on the sidewalk.
“Man, I’m dying for some french fries. Think they make garlic fries here?”
“Maybe. God, I hope so,” Steve said, laughing. He headed inside, sitting down at a table. “This one good?”
“Yeah, it’s fine.” Verity slipped into a chair at the opposite side, and lifted her menu to take a look. “Maybe we can just get one of everything and split it.” She grinned. Though, she’d definitely need at least one doggy bag. Her poor tummy was being squished by a baby.
“The poor kitchen,” Steve teased. “I’m definitely getting a milkshake.” He looked over the menu himself, torn between a pile of eggs and bacon, or a burger. Definitely a burger, he thought.
“Oooh, me too! Chocolate. Has to be chocolate.” She loved that they were bonding over food. “And a burger, I think.” She added. “Cheddar and bacon.”
“Get out of my brain,” he teased. “Though I guess I’ll get strawberry, just to be a little different.”
“Haha, great minds think alike?” Verity said, giving him a bright grin. “Do you think if I ask them nicely, they’ll bring out the chocolate syrup for me? I kinda wanna dip some burger in it.” She leaned in a little, going pink and chuckling at herself. “That’s not too gross, is it? It sounds delicious.”
“Uh.” Steve was sure his face said it all, but he tried to laugh it off. “That’s kind of gross. But if they don’t do it when you ask them nicely, then I’ll ask them a little less than nicely.”
What could be wrong with beef and chocolate sauce? Verity thought it sounded like a match made in heaven. Anyway, she was glad that he was supportive of her strange culinary choices, even if he thought them a little gross. “That’s sweet. Thank you. I hope I won’t make you lose your appetite.”
“I don’t think I will. I’m a pretty good eater.” When their waitress came around, Steve ordered, and waited to see if Verity was actually going to go in for the chocolate sauce or not.
Verity was absolutely going to go in for the chocolate sauce. She ordered some extra bacon on the side, on top of her bacon cheeseburger. And chocolate shake, and chocolate sauce. The waitress gave her a funny look, but said she could bring it out in a little cup.
Though she was getting what she wanted, there was a part of Verity that was slightly disappointed. She was looking forward to seeing him stick up for her chocolate sauce need.
“Bacon and chocolate.” Steve looked amused. “I guess if bacon and caramel and bacon and maple go together, it might not be …. Too bad? Not sure about the beef though.” He grinned and took a long sip of his milkshake when it got to their table. “Cheers.”
“Cheers!” Verity said, lifting her milkshake glass to clink against is. She got whipped cream on her fingers and sucked it off after setting the glass down. “Now pardon me while I go quiet for a few minutes.” She added, playfully, before starting in on her food.
BTW, bacon dipped in chocolate sauce? Awesome. She may have offered him some.
Steve just laughed. He couldn’t really think of anything else to do, even as he started into his own food. “Wow. You’re just … Going for it, huh? Wow.”
“How often in my life am I going to get to use the pregnancy excuse?” Verity lifted a hand to cover her mouth as she spoke, even though she’d swallowed her mouthful. Well, mostly. “I’m starving.” She grinned.
“Yeah, I can tell,” he said, shaking his head. He was amused and somewhat befuddled. After all, he was starving too, but definitely on a different level.
After a few bites, she slowed down a bit. “Not very lady-like, so you have my apologies,” Verity said, again, holding her hand in front of her mouth as she chewed. Then she lifted her napkin to wipe her lips and gave him a sheepish smile. “...I’ll calm down now.”
He snickered a bit and took a large bite of his burger. Soon, though, his own plate was empty and he blinked at it. “... Geez, I’m still hungry.”
Verity pushed her plate toward him. She still had half a burger and half her fries left. And she was stuffed. “Please. Take some of mine.” She leaned back in her chair and let her hand rest on her baby bump.
“Wow. I’m out-eating a pregnant woman,” Steve teased, lightly. But he gladly took the food. Hey, waste not want not, right?
“It’s just weird, you know?” he said between bites. “Ever since this dreaming of becoming this super enhanced human or whatever, my metabolism is just going through the roof. I can’t keep up with it.”
Verity laughed. "Well, my torso's full of baby right now! I've got limited stomach space. Don't you worry, though, I'll have room again in no time." She drank a sip of her shake, growing a little more serious. "I know as well as anyone that these dreams are crazy. I'm sorry yours are affecting you so much."
Steve shrugged. “Could be worse, right? I mean. If eating a lot is all I need to deal with, then, hey, I’ll take it.” He finished off her food and smiled a bit. “No use in complaining.”
“Nah, but it feels good to vent every once in a while.” She’d done her fair share over the past few months. And she was sure to do more as the next few months passed. “You’re welcome to. I’m here to listen.” She snatched the last, tiny piece of french fry off the plate and popped it into her mouth.
“Thanks. Really.” He gave her a smile. “You’re a good person. That’s gonna be one lucky kid, having a mom like you.” Steve paused. “Also, you know magic, so that’s pretty cool. Do you think the baby will sort of … Develop that? Since it’s coming from your dreams and all?”
“I have no idea. I... hope so?” Verity said. It was a little terrifying, actually. Would her magic affect the baby? Would she have magic herself? Verity didn’t know. She was afraid to find out if the answer was yes. “I just hope that my magic won’t like... make her come out with wings, or something.” The slight chuckle in her voice betrayed the fear she had over the situation, even as she joked about it.
“I’m not really good with like … The magic thing, or the baby thing, but I’m pretty sure you don’t have to worry about the wings. That seems more … I dunno. Genetic than - Dreamy.” Steve paused and blinked, because he wasn’t sure if that made any sense at all.
It probably didn’t make much sense, but Verity understood. She gave a smile and a nod. “You’re probably right. I just... I dunno. I don’t want to take any chances.” She shrugged one shoulder. “It seems like it’d be better and pretty easy to just... be extra careful. I don’t have to do magic. Sure, it’s convenient, but I survived so much of my life without it that a few more months aren’t going to kill me.”
“I guess not.” Steve pushed the plate away and set a napkin on top of it. “Will you do anything in the future with it? The magic, I mean. I bet there’s lots of opportunities to help people out when you have gifts like that.”
“I... I don’t know.” Verity said, giving him a funny look. “I’ve honestly never thought of it that way. I’d like to. I want to help people.” Were there opportunities to help people with magic? She wondered what kind, and what they’d be. Honestly, she was a bit mediocre in a lot of things back in her Dream World. A lot like this one. The only thing she’d done really well here was to get pregnant and have a bunch of people care about her.
“You should look into it. Once everything’s, you know, done,” he said, motioning to her belly. “I mean. I get to be on some … superhero team. There’s gotta be something out there for you.”
“You’re right. Maybe I will look into it.” Even if she couldn’t help people... maybe she could help animals. Or plants. Or the environment or something. Pick a cause, go for it. She nodded once, then leaned back in her chair, one hand resting on her tummy. “I want to make the world a better place. For the next generation.” So cliche, Ver. So cliche. But so true.
“That’s a pretty good goal to have.” Steve didn’t think it was overdone or cliche. That was the sort of person he was, and helping people was just something he felt the need to do. “I think you’ll figure out something.”
“Thanks. Your vote of confidence is really important to me.” Verity said, and she wasn’t lying in the slightest. She really cared what he thought about her. Probably too much.
“Well, I think you’ve earned it.” He gave her a sincere smile, then paid up their bill (before she could protest) and sat back in his seat. “Time to call it a night, I guess?”
She would have protested, had he given her time. She pointed at his chest, because she couldn’t reach to poke him from across the table, and said “I got next time.” Then she moved to climb up out of her seat. “Let me hit the little girl’s room first.” Ah, pregnancy bladder. She had to go every twenty minutes or so. Made getting a full night’s sleep such a pain.
“Sure you do.” Steve had no intention of letting her get next time. Or the time after. It just wasn’t gentlemanly. He sat at the table and waited patiently, glad that the night had turned out considerably less boring than it had started.