Gwen Stacy (chocolate_house) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-01-22 18:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, chuck bartowski, gwen stacy (ghost spider) |
She’d be an absolute idiot NOT to dig you.
Who: Chuck and Gwen
When: After some texts
Where: Meeting for Fro Yo
What: Advice?
Rating/Warning: Low/None
Status: Complete
Gwen wasn’t really sure what Chuck wanted, but she couldn’t say no to frozen yogurt. Especially if the place had chocolate. And sprinkles. Because chocolate was Gwen’s favorite. So she bundled up a bit more than was absolutely necessary, told John where she was headed, and went out to meet Chuck. Something about Espionage and Star Wars?
Chuck wasn’t actually going to go with Gwen to the Orange, Orange yogurt shop. He was going to meet her at a nearby coffee place and then convince her to go get yogurt and chat with Sarah a bit, then come report back to him. It was a lot like high school, Chuck thought, but he needed to know he had a clear in.
He sat at a table in the cafe, jiggling his leg nervously. When he saw Gwen, he stood up and waved her over. “Hey! You made it!”
Of course, she should have put two and two together when he told her what he wanted her to do. This was going to be the preliminary meeting, the ‘this message will self-destruct in 10 seconds’ bit. She had to be briefed before she could do her undercover work. Gwen glanced down at her phone, then up and around at the coffee shop, playfully looking confused. She wandered in and pulled off her scarf, giving a theatrical once around the room, then back to him. “...This doesn’t look like a redundantly titled Yogurt Shop.”
Chuck rolled his eyes dramatically. “The redundant yogurt shop is a couple of blocks down. I can’t have her knowing the plan, you know? In my dreams, she’s a CIA agent and she’s pretty quick to put pieces together. It’s pretty likely she’ll figure it out, anyway.” He snorted. Sarah was smart. He loved that about her, of course. “Do you want anything?”
Gwen stuck her lower lip out in a very toddler-like pout. “I want Frozen Yogurt! But while we’re here… I’ll have a mocha. And a brownie.” She broke into a bright smile, then moved to set her purse and scarf down at his table. “And I want to hear everything there is to know about this redundant fro-yo girl.” She said, then moved to the line to order her snack.
He gave her A Look, but sat down patiently to wait. At least Gwen wouldn’t have a long story in front of her. In his dreams, Chuck barely knew anything about Sarah, and he knew even less in the waking world. He took a long drink of his coffee and tried to figure out why he was being so worried about everything.
Gwen came back a moment later with a mocha and a brownie, just like she said she was going to have. She plopped down into the chair opposite Chuck, and leaned in conspiratorially. “All right, Agent Chuck, tell me everything you know about this Mission.” They were going for a James Bond-ish theme, yes? Espionage? This was exactly like that! Only, with mochas. And a brownie.
“All right.” Chuck shifted in his chair and took a sip of his coffee. “So, the long backstory short is, in my dreams, she’s a CIA agent and I’m an asset. And unsurprisingly I’m totally into her. In the dreams. And here, too. And I think she might be into me, too. Here and there. But she’s the former girlfriend of one of my old college buddies, and Bryce is crazy handsome, crazy charismatic, super cool. So, you know, she might really still actually like Bryce and us going out on New Year’s Eve or whatever was just … A fluke.”
He shrugged. He wasn’t the most self-confident of people when it came to the whole relationship game. “So, you know, I was thinking you could pop on in there. You can’t miss her. She’s super pretty, blonde, her name’s Sarah. And if you strike up conversation just be all, oh, yeah, I work at Stark Industries. And Sarah will hopefully go, oh, hey, you know Chuck! And just briefly gab about me. And see if she says anything nice or something.”
“Yeah, yeah, I vaguely remember meeting her… on New Year’s Eve.” Gwen said, nodding. That was one of the three NYE parties that she attended this year, thanks to the TARDIS and her best-ever roommate. “You want me to go in there, to strike up a conversation with her, mention you, and then see if she says anything nice?” She asked. It sounded simple enough. “I don’t have to like, slip her a truth-telling drug or something do I?” Now that would be super spy awesome.
“If I had one of those, I’m sure somehow I’d mess it up and one of us would get the drug and spill the beans.” Chuck snorted, then laughed. “You’re actually the best, Gwen.”
Gwen beamed. “I know.” She said, only mostly teasing. “All right, I’ll go meet this woman and then get back to you afterward to tell you everything.” She was actually fairly excited about this whole thing.
“Ugh, thank you.” Chuck breathed a sigh of relief. “I just want to make sure that I’m not going to make a total idiot out of myself if I keep going, you know? If she’s not into me, I’d rather know now before getting in too deep.”
Gwen nodded. “Chuck, let me tell you one thing before the espionage begins, all right? She’d be an absolute idiot not to dig you.” She reached one hand over and gave his arm--whatever part she could reach, anyway--a gentle squeeze. “When it’s not your mother saying it, it actually counts.”
Chuck laughed. He couldn’t help it. “Aw, thanks.” He patted her arm in turn. “I’ll await your findings eagerly.”