( ever since tony had announced himself as ironman things had gotten much harder. it didn't help that he, then, named her ceo... something the media didn't take too well. it wasn't that she wasn't capable, no, she had been doing almost all of the work from behind the scenes anyway, but the time at which he had done so sucked. it was difficult to placate the fears of their investors that the company was still striving to be innovative. with its cash cow flying around in a tin can and constantly putting himself in harm's way it was next to impossible to reassure them that stark industries would continue to churn our forward thinking ideas and inventions. )
( a sigh fell from her lips as she ran a finger along the rim of her, now, empty glass. lost in thought she stared out the window, wondering if, perhaps, there had been anything she could have done to salvage the meeting, because it had been nothing short of a train wreck. she didn't drink often ( for a multitude of reasons ) but tonight she saw fit to indulge in a couple of drinks. if she could forget all about this afternoon, then maybe there would be some hope for the remainder of her trip yet. )
[ No matter how exhausted he is, Steve's nights are almost always restless, so he has developed methods for keeping busy between sundown and sunrise. Most of the time he turns to exercise to tire himself out, whether it's a long run or a visit to the Triskelion gyms (he won’t find reinforced punching bags anywhere else). When he’d rather stay in, he passes time by reading or watching something from the endless list of things he missed. None of these sleepless nights are particularly fun, but some are much worse than ever, and every now and then there comes a night that threatens to send Steve on a downward spiral unless he can drive his thoughts away completely. That’s when he goes looking for company — the kind that tends to require little talking and even less thinking.
It isn’t public knowledge that Captain America lives in Washington D.C. running missions for SHIELD, but Steve still takes small measures to avoid being recognized. Nightclubs are ideal for anonymity — loud, dark, and crowded — but he learned the hard way that they’re too much to handle when he’s already on edge. Bars are the next best thing; most are only dimly lit and well populated, and no one expects more than small talk. Hotel bars are even better, filled with tourists instead of regulars, and thereby minimizing any chances of future run-ins around town.
Steve hasn’t been to this hotel before, but he told the doorman he was meeting someone and got directed to the bar without further questions. He takes a seat at the bar, orders a beer, and looks around. After a moment of deliberation, he decides to approach the woman sitting alone at the other end of the bar. From her clothes he can guess she’s here on business, and her body language suggests it hasn’t been a fun trip, but she doesn’t so closed off that she’d turn away company.
By the time that Steve realizes he’s seen her before, he’s too close to turn around. They’ve never met but he’d know even if they didn’t have any mutual acquaintances — she’s Pepper Potts, CEO of Stark Industries. And knowing Tony, she’ll recognize him too.
He only sees one option here: he has to play this like he knew who she was all along, and his real reason for coming over was to introduce himself properly and not to hit on her. So when he’s close enough, Steve smiles like he would when meeting a friend of a friend, and not like he would at someone he was hoping to spend the night with. ]
Ms. Potts? Hi, I’m Steve Ro — [ He cuts himself off, still wary of being recognized by anyone else if they’re overheard. ] Sorry, I hope I’m not bothering you. I just saw you here and thought I should come say hello.
( in her peripherals she notices that someone has joined her at the bar. pep doesn’t look up though she can feel their eyes on her. it’s not like she’d mind the company, but she’s not going to invite them over to watch her beat herself up about work. it wasn’t anything new, but she always tried to keep herself composed while in the public eye, because people twisted and turned things big and small. she sighed, having hoped that she could sneak under the radar, but that would have been too much to ask. )
I’d like another. Please. ( setting the tips of her fingers on the base of her glass she nudges it forward. ) …with a few extra olives.
( but… thinking about it, maybe it’d help her take her mind off of, well, everything. mindless chit chat with a stranger. the more she thought about it the more she started to warm up to the idea. when she felt them looming alongside her she looked up with a smile, though it turned to surprise the moment she realized just who was beside her. ) Mr. Rogers. ( no, she’d never formally met him, but she knew who he was. who didn’t. tony had spoken of him a couple of times, because of his father’s involvement in the super soldier project. that, and she had gotten a chance to see some of shield’s files thanks to his inability to mind his own business. ) It’s nice to finally get to meet you and, no no, not at all. ( she motioned to the seat beside her. ) Sit. Please. I’m just trying to wind down after a long, very long, ( she amended. ) day. ( looking back at her newly refreshed drink she offered a sheepish smile. )
( she caught herself absentmindedly staring at him, because the pictures did him absolutely no justice. he looked a lot better in person. ) Can I get you something to drink? ( uncrossing and recrossing her legs she swallowed, unable to keep her mind from wandering as she combed her eyes over him. ) So what ( she felt her throat go dry as she once again tried to speak. ) what brings you here?
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( a sigh fell from her lips as she ran a finger along the rim of her, now, empty glass. lost in thought she stared out the window, wondering if, perhaps, there had been anything she could have done to salvage the meeting, because it had been nothing short of a train wreck. she didn't drink often ( for a multitude of reasons ) but tonight she saw fit to indulge in a couple of drinks. if she could forget all about this afternoon, then maybe there would be some hope for the remainder of her trip yet. )
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It isn’t public knowledge that Captain America lives in Washington D.C. running missions for SHIELD, but Steve still takes small measures to avoid being recognized. Nightclubs are ideal for anonymity — loud, dark, and crowded — but he learned the hard way that they’re too much to handle when he’s already on edge. Bars are the next best thing; most are only dimly lit and well populated, and no one expects more than small talk. Hotel bars are even better, filled with tourists instead of regulars, and thereby minimizing any chances of future run-ins around town.
Steve hasn’t been to this hotel before, but he told the doorman he was meeting someone and got directed to the bar without further questions. He takes a seat at the bar, orders a beer, and looks around. After a moment of deliberation, he decides to approach the woman sitting alone at the other end of the bar. From her clothes he can guess she’s here on business, and her body language suggests it hasn’t been a fun trip, but she doesn’t so closed off that she’d turn away company.
By the time that Steve realizes he’s seen her before, he’s too close to turn around. They’ve never met but he’d know even if they didn’t have any mutual acquaintances — she’s Pepper Potts, CEO of Stark Industries. And knowing Tony, she’ll recognize him too.
He only sees one option here: he has to play this like he knew who she was all along, and his real reason for coming over was to introduce himself properly and not to hit on her. So when he’s close enough, Steve smiles like he would when meeting a friend of a friend, and not like he would at someone he was hoping to spend the night with. ]
Ms. Potts? Hi, I’m Steve Ro — [ He cuts himself off, still wary of being recognized by anyone else if they’re overheard. ] Sorry, I hope I’m not bothering you. I just saw you here and thought I should come say hello.
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I’d like another. Please. ( setting the tips of her fingers on the base of her glass she nudges it forward. ) …with a few extra olives.
( but… thinking about it, maybe it’d help her take her mind off of, well, everything. mindless chit chat with a stranger. the more she thought about it the more she started to warm up to the idea. when she felt them looming alongside her she looked up with a smile, though it turned to surprise the moment she realized just who was beside her. ) Mr. Rogers. ( no, she’d never formally met him, but she knew who he was. who didn’t. tony had spoken of him a couple of times, because of his father’s involvement in the super soldier project. that, and she had gotten a chance to see some of shield’s files thanks to his inability to mind his own business. ) It’s nice to finally get to meet you and, no no, not at all. ( she motioned to the seat beside her. ) Sit. Please. I’m just trying to wind down after a long, very long, ( she amended. ) day. ( looking back at her newly refreshed drink she offered a sheepish smile. )
( she caught herself absentmindedly staring at him, because the pictures did him absolutely no justice. he looked a lot better in person. ) Can I get you something to drink? ( uncrossing and recrossing her legs she swallowed, unable to keep her mind from wandering as she combed her eyes over him. ) So what ( she felt her throat go dry as she once again tried to speak. ) what brings you here?