Don’t you just love the holidays? Tony sure doesn’t!
//Okay, I replied to everybody except doing three replies. But they will follow soon, I promise. Now my job’s done for the day. Maybe just lurking a bit before I’ll leave for bed :3
Love you, dears ♥
Steve shook his head with a smile still on his face. “Nope, no touching allowed. Just… looking.” He added, slowly putting his fingers under his waistband again, pushing his pants down slowly.
"I didn’t make Darren babysit Alexander for looking, Grant." Nicole only called her husband by his middle name when she wanted him the most, her eyes remained glued to him as she licked her lips.
Steve chuckled, turning his head to wink at her. “I know… but some teasing should be allowed.” He smiled before he got closer, leaning down to kiss her lips tenderly, taking her hands in his to put them onto his hips.
"Alright. I’m pretty sure I could lose my job if I said anything. But yes, Coulson is alive. His death was faked to get you and the other Avengers to get your selves together to fight. He spent some time off for a couple months, and now he leads a team, which I am a part of." Jemma crossed her arms as she spoke. She wasn’t supposed to have said anything to anyone about Coulson, unless they had clearance. But, personally, she thought people like Steve had a right to know. ((ooc: I think you can reblog this ask instead of having to come in my inbox every time))
Steve nodded as she told him a bit about the team on their way to the Mexican restaurant. He had no clue why he felt some relief at the thought that she was not romantically involved with that Fizz guy. He seemed nice, yes. But so seemed Jemma. And having two scientists involved with each other. That was not going right most of the times. Somehow he did not want her to be sad or hurt.
"I am not sure about drinks. Can’t get drunk so it would be wasted anyhow." He smiled at her, shrugging his shoulders. "But you can have some. I will look after you when you may get drunk." His smile turned into a little grin before he turned to the waitress to order some simple coke.
As she had left he turned and picked up the menu, looking over it while he answered her question. “I haven’t done much. The team split apart at first but we’re coming together again one after another. Tony invited us to stay over in his mansion that we could react faster as a team if we’re on the same place so…” He shrugged his shoulders slightly. “And actually I am just doing some training, helping SHIELD with new recruits and visiting a drawing class in the evening.” He explained simply.
"Well thank you in advance." Jemma said, "I forgot that alcohol has virtually no affect on you." She smirked and muttered "It sure does on me."
She listened to him talk, awestruck and still in disbelief that she was having lunch with the Steve Rogers. It wasn’t his fame that interested her, but the fact that he’d been her ‘celebrity crush’ so to speak, even when she was younger, before they’d recovered him from the ice. She felt like she was actually doing a decent job of not throwing an excited fit over being around him.
"That’s nice; I’m glad you all get along together now, even if you didn’t at first. And I’d heard that you’d been around helping with new recruits. Too bad you weren’t there when I was in training.”
'Bloody hell…did I really just say that?' Jemma silently berated herself. “Wow. Are you any good at drawing? That’s one thing I have absolutely no hand for. The best I can draw are the chemical combinations,” She laughed.
Steve smiled at her words. “Well, it would have been nice to train you. But obviously I would have found out that Agent Coulson was still alive earlier then if he was with you that early in your education at SHIELD.” Steve shrugged his shoulders, waiting for their drinks to arrive.
"And no, I don’t think I am good at drawing. It’s more like… sketches and little doodles when I am thinking. It helps me to distract myself from thinking too much. When I am just in my rooms, not sure what to do… then I start drawing. It helps me. But it’s not really good. Never had the time to take a proper class in school or later on. Wasn’t the time back in the Forties for a guy to get to an arts class." There was a little sad smile on his face as he remembered the time he had tried to get into that school once. And they had laughed at him, calling him a fag because he wanted to draw although he was a guy.
Steve shook his head, glad that at least that was one thing that had changed during the years, being a good change after all.