Bribes leave a rather bad taste in my mouth, Mr Wilson.
Well, I suppose it depends on your preferences. We might smuggle both into a hospital ward or we could wait until the weekend. How badly are you craving them?
Well, damn, I guess I'll have to do my best to live with the possibility of cringing every time Steve pulls that look on me, I guess.
In the spirit of not wanting us to be known by the hospital staff as those kinds of people/patients, I suggest we wait until this Friday. I'll just have to content myself with chips until then.
[...PEGGY, NO, he already can't stand that look from Steve, he'll likely hide if he gets one from your direction.]
I wonder which one of you developed it first or if both you developed it separately then just adjusted your own disappointed looks based on each's other's.
True, but I still wouldn't want to get on their bad sides when I'm going to have to rely on them for my painkillers one day. I can sneak you in a bag of chips though.
[Okay, so maybe he should have asked Peggy which room number she was in and for her to let the staff know he had the clearance to come see her. Not like he could flash the lady at the information desk Peggy's desk with his promise of sneaking her Oreos and milk.
Only thing to do is to shoot off a quick text while seated at the hospital lobby.]
I am apparently not high enough on the food chain to come and visit you. :(
You ought to be able to walk straight in, now. #114.
[ And when he walks in, she will honestly look quite fine. A bandage at her temple for a laceration that will most likely be healed by morning, but beyond that, she's laid up with a book and a very bored sort of expression. All right, maybe a cracked rib or two. But honestly, kept overnight for observation? Please. ]
Hello, beloved Director-Princess. I come bearing gifts.
[He brandishes the brand new pack of Oreos in the air at her, the unopened milk carton in his other hand (because he'd rather not accidentally get doused in milk somehow).]
Fresh from the convenience store, the finest cookies and milk I could find.
[ She rolls her eyes at the nickname but it's fond more than anything else. And then she sees the snacks and looks immensely pleased, putting away her book and shifting gingerly so she can sit up a bit more. ]
Shut the door and come along, then. I want to enjoy my tea in peace before some nurse comes along and scowls at us. You're welcome to them, too.
[He nudges the door shut with his food and makes his way to the bed, handing the package of cookies over and looking around for some glasses to the milk.]
Cool, we can pretend to have a picnic in here. How long are you supposed to stay anyway? Overnight?
[Because that pretty much seemed like overkill to him. Finding a couple of clean glasses sitting on a tray, he pours them each some milk and brings them over to Peggy.]
[ It is overkill, especially since she has a form of the serum in her, too. But given that even Steve Rogers needs a stay in the hospital once it a while, it stands to reason that the woman with the slower-acting brand of the stuff certainly ought to. (Her ribs might need some time she isn't willing to give them.) ]
Overnight. I suppose I should be thankful it isn't longer. [ She tears into the package of cookies while he works on the milk and once he hands her a glass, she lifts it in a toast. ] Cheers to that. And to you for bringing something more exciting than gelatin.
[He lifts his own glass to her with a jaunty tilt to his head and a grin on his lips.] I'll drink to that, too.
[He takes a sip of the milk, then drops into the chair left in the room for visitors, the kind that seem to be as uncomfortable as humanly possible. Accepting a cookie from the offered pack, he dunks it into the glass a couple of times.]
I was joking about the hospital food, but looks like they're actually serious about it. I don't get why they have to make everything so bland.
[ Her smile takes on a wry turn as she rests her glass on the table that comes over her bed, taking an Oreo and twisting it open. This is very methodical, all right, cream peeled off and eaten first and the individual cookies dunked on their own. ]
Incentive to stay well away for as long as possible. That's my theory. [ God, these cookies hit the spot. ] It's a sound one, really. Why on Earth would we want to come back to a place utterly determined to leech all the flavour out of perfectly fine food?
[It is pretty fascinating to watch just how she takes the cookie apart before eating the components one at time, but Sam only spares himself a few seconds to watch. Any longer, and it'd be rude.
He chews thoughtfully on his own Oreo, nodding.] Decent enough deterrent, but a crime to food everywhere. Patients won't get better faster if they won't want to eat the food.
That's why we've got friends like you to bring us snacks.
[ She's already reaching for a second cookie. ]
And to keep secrets. Although Lord knows once Steve catches wind of this, he'll come charging through that door in a heartbeat. [ Lightly, as a fond afterthought, ] Bless him.
[He takes a sip of his milk before helping himself to another Oreo.]
Jesus, I hope he doesn't actually do that. That'd give me a heart attack. [A pause.] And I'd rather not be in the line of fire right when he realizes what happens.
We were just talking about his Disappointed Look, remember? [It's funny how the capitalized first letters can be clearly heard when you say it out loud, even when you're not trying to add the effect.]
As much as he'll be mad that shit went down in the first place, he'll probably go all wounded puppy eyes at us both.
[He gestures with a cookie in hand to make his point.]
Even if he does things like this all the time himself. [A pause as he nibbles on the cookie.] Worse things.
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Please don't tell me I'd have to bribe you for them because I'm sure your pay is higher than mine.
And of course. My momma raised me right. Got a date and time in mind for those drinks and cheese sticks?
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Well, I suppose it depends on your preferences. We might smuggle both into a hospital ward or we could wait until the weekend. How badly are you craving them?
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In the spirit of not wanting us to be known by the hospital staff as those kinds of people/patients, I suggest we wait until this Friday. I'll just have to content myself with chips until then.
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[ WHICH IS MORE TERRIFYING? ]
Given our line of work, one might think hospital staff expects that sort of behaviour from our lot.
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I wonder which one of you developed it first or if both you developed it separately then just adjusted your own disappointed looks based on each's other's.
True, but I still wouldn't want to get on their bad sides when I'm going to have to rely on them for my painkillers one day. I can sneak you in a bag of chips though.
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[ like jesus it took so fucking long for him to make a MOVE ]
Make that a box of Oreos and you have yourself a deal.
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[He's teasing, and he loves you both, but really, let's not make things weird, Peggy.]
I'll even bring you a carton of cold milk to go with it.
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[ Ahem. ]
Careful, soldier, or I might think you're taken with me.
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[If he wasn't sure he'd get punched for it, there'd be an eyebrow waggle somewhere here.]
No one should be forced to have their Oreos without milk. Think of it more as a declaration of undying friendship. At least once my car's been fixed.
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See you then, Peg.
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Only thing to do is to shoot off a quick text while seated at the hospital lobby.]
I am apparently not high enough on the food chain to come and visit you. :(
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[ One well-placed phone call is all it takes. ]
You ought to be able to walk straight in, now. #114.
[ And when he walks in, she will honestly look quite fine. A bandage at her temple for a laceration that will most likely be healed by morning, but beyond that, she's laid up with a book and a very bored sort of expression. All right, maybe a cracked rib or two. But honestly, kept overnight for observation? Please. ]
Ah, my knight in shining armour. Hello.
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[He brandishes the brand new pack of Oreos in the air at her, the unopened milk carton in his other hand (because he'd rather not accidentally get doused in milk somehow).]
Fresh from the convenience store, the finest cookies and milk I could find.
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Shut the door and come along, then. I want to enjoy my tea in peace before some nurse comes along and scowls at us. You're welcome to them, too.
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Cool, we can pretend to have a picnic in here. How long are you supposed to stay anyway? Overnight?
[Because that pretty much seemed like overkill to him. Finding a couple of clean glasses sitting on a tray, he pours them each some milk and brings them over to Peggy.]
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Overnight. I suppose I should be thankful it isn't longer. [ She tears into the package of cookies while he works on the milk and once he hands her a glass, she lifts it in a toast. ] Cheers to that. And to you for bringing something more exciting than gelatin.
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[He takes a sip of the milk, then drops into the chair left in the room for visitors, the kind that seem to be as uncomfortable as humanly possible. Accepting a cookie from the offered pack, he dunks it into the glass a couple of times.]
I was joking about the hospital food, but looks like they're actually serious about it. I don't get why they have to make everything so bland.
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Incentive to stay well away for as long as possible. That's my theory. [ God, these cookies hit the spot. ] It's a sound one, really. Why on Earth would we want to come back to a place utterly determined to leech all the flavour out of perfectly fine food?
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He chews thoughtfully on his own Oreo, nodding.] Decent enough deterrent, but a crime to food everywhere. Patients won't get better faster if they won't want to eat the food.
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[ She's already reaching for a second cookie. ]
And to keep secrets. Although Lord knows once Steve catches wind of this, he'll come charging through that door in a heartbeat. [ Lightly, as a fond afterthought, ] Bless him.
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[He takes a sip of his milk before helping himself to another Oreo.]
Jesus, I hope he doesn't actually do that. That'd give me a heart attack. [A pause.] And I'd rather not be in the line of fire right when he realizes what happens.
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[ Well, who knows? Who can really tell with Steve Rogers? ]
And given everything you've done for him, I suspect he might let this little thing slide. For heaven's sake, it isn't as if I'm dead.
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As much as he'll be mad that shit went down in the first place, he'll probably go all wounded puppy eyes at us both.
[He gestures with a cookie in hand to make his point.]
Even if he does things like this all the time himself. [A pause as he nibbles on the cookie.] Worse things.
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