Tea for Two [CLOSED]
Who: Howard Stark (oneslickedison) and Jenny Sparks (shockinglyold)
When: Monday evening.
Where: Howard and Peggy's apartment (2210)
Summary: A genius engineer skirt chaser, and a 100 year old super spy with lightening at her fingertips. Everything has to start somewhere. They're starting with dinner.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: 1940's flirtation? Of the steamier side? Who knows with these two.
There were smells emanating from Howard's kitchen that he wasn't quite sure about.
The table was set, the candles were lit, and he was just finishing fixing two drinks for himself and his guest ... all that was left was the lovely lady herself to leave the kitchen with the promised meal.
The meal, however ...
"All right ... so ... this is good food, right? Because it smells sort of - I don't even know. Like someone left a hamburger on the broiler too long." He said wryly, carrying both glasses towards the kitchen. Dressed in a crisp grey suit and one of his favorite red ties, he leaned against the doorframe and offered the glass to his date, a quiet smirk on his lips. "Like it may have been stirred or fried to an early grave."
He was teasing, but honestly, soy sauce was not something he had in his diet normally.
When: Monday evening.
Where: Howard and Peggy's apartment (2210)
Summary: A genius engineer skirt chaser, and a 100 year old super spy with lightening at her fingertips. Everything has to start somewhere. They're starting with dinner.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: 1940's flirtation? Of the steamier side? Who knows with these two.
There were smells emanating from Howard's kitchen that he wasn't quite sure about.
The table was set, the candles were lit, and he was just finishing fixing two drinks for himself and his guest ... all that was left was the lovely lady herself to leave the kitchen with the promised meal.
The meal, however ...
"All right ... so ... this is good food, right? Because it smells sort of - I don't even know. Like someone left a hamburger on the broiler too long." He said wryly, carrying both glasses towards the kitchen. Dressed in a crisp grey suit and one of his favorite red ties, he leaned against the doorframe and offered the glass to his date, a quiet smirk on his lips. "Like it may have been stirred or fried to an early grave."
He was teasing, but honestly, soy sauce was not something he had in his diet normally.