Prompt Post 001

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Re: Wishing Well [2b/3]

[shirozora]

He'll never admit to enjoying seeing Steve continue to look confused as he nods, orders five pints of beer, and carefully carries the tray over to his men. The bartender gives Howard a pointed look and politely coughs, and he starts, dragging his eyes away from Steve to say, "He'll have water. I'll have a Between the Sheets."

"Excuse me?"

"Between the Sheets. It's one part brandy, one part rum, one part Cointreau..." Right. He's at a pub, not an upscale bar. "I'll have a beer."

Steve returns just as the bartender sets down a glass of lukewarm water and a pint of beer. "Sorry about that. Dugan said he'd join my team if I opened up a tab."

"Well that's one way to get someone on your side," Howard says, sliding the water towards him. "Here."

"Thanks."

The beer, though watery, is quite passable. He still drains the entire glass in one go just to get it out of the way. He rubs the booze out of his moustache and looks up to see Steve raising a questioning eyebrow. "Tried to order a Between the Sheets-" He tries not to laugh when Steve chokes on his water. "-but that didn't go well. Beer's not my drink of choice, but I'm not feeling up to walking across town to find a bar."

"Why not?"

Good question. There's a hotel not too far from here where people with money dare to gather to drink and forget that they're living in a verion of Hell, but he walked in here instead. "Well for one I'd like to be close to my lab if and when the Nazis decide to drop some bombs on us again. Two, I just like the company here."

There's a red flush on Steve's face that isn't a trick of the smoky light because it wasn't there a second ago and isn't the beer because Steve's sober. Howard holds back the inevitable inquisitive frown and instead turns his head to ask the bartender for another beer. His heart's racing, though, and it's with that uncomfortable uncertainty he has around the few men who pique his interest.

Maybe if he'd been born in a time far into the future he wouldn't have to conceal his attraction to men. It irks him that he can't just flaunt it with the men and women who make him lose focus on his beloved work. But this is the time he has been born into, forcing him to redirect his charm and test the waters first because the one thing he can't do is get friendly with someone who might start talking. He's learned to read people, men and women alike, picking out those who either don't care or reciprocate. He can't get a read on Steve, though, and he's not sure why. Maybe because he's so earnest...and so hopeless, especially around women named Peggy Carter.

"So," he says while the bartender slides over a new pint. "What happened this morning to make Agent Carter use live rounds on you?"

The red flush only gets redder. Fascinatingly enough it travels down Steve's neck and underneath the collar of his uniform. Howard only looks up when Steve shifts uncomfortably and says, "I might have...well, see, I told her a few years ago that I'd never gone dancing before, let alone talk with a lady-a woman for more than a minute. Said I was..." He hems and haws, pressing his lips together and then rubbing them in embarrassment. "I was waiting for the right partner. To dance with, I mean.

"Then last night she came here and we talked about that. And about the equipment you wanted me to take a look at. I went in this morning and-" Now he's turning beet red, and he's fidgeting. "Colonel Phillips' secretary...might've...kissed me."

Howard laughs. "And let me guess - she saw you and decided you already found your dance partner."

"It wasn't like that! It just...happened. And then, you know, I said that thing."

"What thing?"

Steve covers his face with his hand. "That thing about you and Peggy and fondue."

Howard laughs as he finishes off his second pint of beer. "You don't know much about it, do you?"

"How to talk to women?"