#60 first dates

60. Fitz/Vision, 2, for @reprehensiblewombat

Character takes their date to a place they consider amazing.

“What the hell is this place?” Fitz breathed in wonder. He wasn’t even sure what city they’d been in when Vision told him to close his eyes, swept his gold cloak around Fitz, and the most unsettling feeling that they were passing through something that should be solid swept over him. On being told to open his eyes, he’d felt quite queasy, at least until he saw the long, dimly lit corridors that surrounded them, intersecting huge glass-walled rooms filled with books.

“Archivum Secretum,” Vision said, “which is poorly translated to mean Secret Archives. Though there are secrets here, if one only looks.”

“Wait.” Fitz froze. “The Vatican Secret Archives? The place where, like, only four priests are allowed to enter and you have to know that a document exists before you can ask to see it? Those Secret Archives?”

“Indeed. A fascinating repository of human knowledge. There are books and documents here replicated nowhere else on the planet.” Vision nodded gravely. “I have been researching the Church’s records for mentions of the Kree.”

Fitz had been about to ask what the hell Vision was playing at breaking into the Secret Archives, but that… that was a perfectly good reason, actually. “Have you found anything?”

“I have, some pre-Christian records found in a cave in The Lebanon some years past. I wish to investigate them further, and I thought that you might like to help me?”

Fitz could absolutely not think of a single thing he’d rather be doing with his evening than investigating the Vatican’s Secret Archives. “Is it true that there are unpublished manuscripts by Leonardo da Vinci here?” he asked as he and Vision walked along.

“Yes, but the Signore never met any Kree. I can show you where to find the manuscripts, if you like.”

Fitz did a little skip of joy.

59. Daisy/Trish/Steve, 10, for @squirt304

One of the characters acts very shy

“So,” Steve looked nervously at the two beautiful, smiling women sharing a table with him. “How does this, uh, work?”

Trish’s eyebrows rose. Daisy grinned. “Do you give birds and the bees advice on your talk show, Trish?”

“I can if I have to.”

Steve felt himself blush to the tips of his ears. He still wasn’t sure how he’d ended up on a date with both of these incredibly stunning women he had thumping crushes on. Or what, exactly, they expected to happen after this. He was fairly sure that they were together - he’d come across them kissing a time or two and nearly died of combined embarrassment and lust - but when they’d both approached him to ask him to lunch he was completely thrown. If he’d been thinking clearly he’d probably have declined, or tried to. Daisy and Trish were two very difficult women to deny anything to.

“That’s not… what I meant.” Steve’s mind was now full of imagery he really didn’t think he’d ever be able to erase. If only Stark had actually managed to invent that selective brain bleach he and Banner kept chattering on about. Not that Steve really wanted to lose the images his overactive imagination was supplying, it was just that he didn’t think he’d ever be able to think of anything ELSE.

“No?” Trish said, grinning at him just as wickedly as Daisy. “Because we’ve discussed how it could work. Extensively.”

“Fantasized about it, actually,” Daisy added. She and Trish both watched as Steve slid to the floor in a dead faint.

58. Daisy/Victor, 3, for @afrikasisi

Character tries to make their date laugh.

A picnic had been a good choice for a first date, Daisy reflected. Victor was very clearly more comfortable out of doors; the tension had visibly gone out of his shoulders as they sat down on the picnic blanket she’d brought. He was quiet, though, his hard face sombre. On impulse, she threw a grape at him, laughed in startlement as his reflexes kicked in and he literally snapped it out of the air.

“What the heck?” Victor rumbled, after biting into and swallowing the grape. Daisy giggled mischievously.

“You looked like you were thinking dark and gloomy thoughts, and it’s too nice a day for that.” She threw another grape and broke up laughing as he was apparently impelled to snap that one out of the air too.

“Quit it,” Victor said, though a small smile began to play around the edge of his lips. “I don’t even like grapes that much.”

“I am not throwing you little bits of raw meat, like a zookeeper!” Daisy had to laugh at the mental image.

“I don’t even like raw meat!... much,” he amended when she gave him a cynical stare. She made to throw another grape but he lunged across the picnic blanket and caught it before it even left her hand, rolling her beneath him in the process. She promptly dug the fingers of her free hand into his ribs, wriggling them to find the ticklish spot.

Victor yowled, twisting off Daisy to escape. She followed him with tiny tendrils of her power, vibrating them along his sides until she hit the sweet spot and he burst out into deep, body-shaking roars of laughter.

57. Jemma/Bucky, 3, for @mercialachesis

Character tries to make their date laugh.

They were halfway through eating their dinner when Jemma began to wonder if Bucky was actually enjoying himself. He seemed very quiet and serious, but when she asked him if there was something on his mind he said no.

Is he regretting asking me out? she wondered, looking at him through her lashes. Am I too boring for him? She had the distinct feeling that she’d been babbling nonsense to try and fill the awkward silences, making herself sound like a silly girl. Bucky looked faraway, distracted, as though he wasn’t listening to her at all, and Jemma fell silent, poking at the remaining food on her plate with her fork.

Jemma had fallen silent, making Bucky suddenly wonder if he was boring her. She was so bright and vivacious, and honestly the sound of her accent, the way she talked, the intelligent way she addressed every topic on which she spoke, just utterly enchanted him. He felt so uneducated next to her, felt that his accent made him sound like a dumb hick. She must be bored senseless.

Bucky took a deep breath. Say somethin’ Barnes, or this’ll be the first and last date you get with her.

“You accent reminds me of Peggy Carter, y’know,” he said, and cursed himself for an idiot. Great job, Barnes, bringing up another woman on your date.

But Jemma’s eyes had turned round with surprise and delight. “Director Carter! Of course, you knew her. What was she like? Really?”

“Terrifyin’,” Bucky said honestly. “Did you hear about when she shot Steve’s shield four times to test it out, when he first got it?”

“No!” Jemma laughed delightedly. “Oh, please tell me more!”

He did, the stories getting more and more outrageous until Jemma was holding her stomach from laughing so hard, the tears running down her face.

56. Daisy/Natasha, 7, for @the-boob-aesthetic

The date is a disaster.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” Natasha muttered.

“What is it?” Daisy turned to look around, saw Tony Stark walking in the door of the restaurant, Pepper Potts on his arm. “Oh.”

“Of all the restaurants he could have eaten at, why does he have to pick this one tonight?” Natasha grumbled to herself, watching as Pepper headed for the restroom and Stark looked around. There was no point in hiding, her red hair stood out too much - Stark’s face twisted into a wicked grin and he headed purposefully in their direction.

“Get lost,” Natasha said in an amiable tone as Stark stopped at their table, but there was steel beneath the light words. Daisy had the sudden urge to hide under the table, stopped herself. God knew what Stark would have made of that.

“On a date, Nat?” Tony asked gleefully, turning to look Daisy over. His brow furrowed behind his douchey blue shades before he said “Wait a minute, I remember you!”

“What?” Daisy blinked. “No, we’ve never met.”

“I never forget the face of a pretty girl who’s also smart,” Tony shook his head. “Don’t remember your name, but you were the one who hacked her way into my private car garage right after I finished rebuilding the Tower.”

“You must be thinking of someone else,” Daisy said hastily.

“No, it was definitely you,” Tony pointed at her, his grin widening. “You were wearing Black Widow cosplay.”

“Oh God,” Daisy dropped her face into her hands as Natasha’s eyes lit up.

“I don’t suppose you have video?” she asked.

“Somewhere, sure. I can look it up.”

Daisy made dying-cow noises and Natasha chuckled. “Alright. Fuck off now, Stark.”

“But this is just getting interesting! Pepper and I could join you…”

“I’m carrying at least seven lethal weapons on my body. Not to mention that I could kill you with this salt shaker and make it look like natural causes.”

“Point taken,” Tony affected a sigh, chuckled again at the scarlet-cheeked Daisy, and headed off.

“Please forget you ever heard that,” Daisy begged. Natasha’s smirk widened.

“Oh, I don’t know. It has possibilities. I wouldn’t mind seeing you model a Black Widow suit, actually. I think you’d look pretty damn hot in it.” Her voice dropped, developed a sultry, seductive note.

“Well. Maybe when you put it like that,” Daisy said. “But I’m hacking Stark’s archives to erase that footage.”

55. Ward/Wanda, 5, for @lark-cale

Characters share a dessert.

Note: I couldn’t find much in the way of traditional Rroma desserts. I did find this Walnut And Raisin Cake, recipe provided by the Romski Informacijski Center Anglunipe, Slovenia, so that’s the one I went with.

“Wow, that smells good,” Grant inhaled deeply as Wanda came back into the room. She smiled shyly at him.

“You said that I could make the dessert, since you were cooking dinner. I hope you find this as tasty as I found that pasta.”

“I’m sure I will.” It smelled nutty and fruity; even though he’d eaten a good meal he found his mouth watering. “What is it?”

She said something utterly incomprehensible in Sokovian, laughed as his brow wrinkled. “Walnut and raisin cake. It is a little like bread and butter pudding, I think, only… not quite.”

“I think that’s English.” Grant watched as she placed the plate down on the table, took off her oven mitts and uncovered it.

“It is still warm,” Wanda told him, serving him a square of the cake onto a plate and handing him a fork to eat it with. Mischievously, before he could grasp the fork, she snatched it back, used it to cut off a corner of the cake and lifted the fork to his lips.

Grant’s eyes hooded as he looked at her, but he opened his mouth and took the bite. Chewing and swallowing deliberately, he nodded. “Delicious.”

His voice had taken on a deeper tone, low and sensuous. Transfixed, Wanda stared into his eyes, darkening as he looked at her. He reached up to take the fork from her lax fingers, cut off another corner of the cake and lifted it to her lips.

54. DaisyBones, 12, for @avioletfrost

One of the character’s favorite music is playing wherever the date is set.

“You’re kidding me,” Daisy said as she realised Brock was humming under his breath. “Oh God. Of course you like Guns ‘n’ Roses.”

He gave her a mock-offended look. “They’re only the greatest rock band of all time!”

“Help.”

Brock’s grin was quite wicked. “Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place, where as a child I’d hide,” he sang, in a surprisingly excellent, tuneful tenor. “And pray for the thunder, and the rain to quietly pass me by.”

Everyone in the restaurant was turning to stare; Daisy tried to hide her face in her hands, but Brock reached out to grab them, carrying on singing, his voice soaring into the chorus.

To her utter horror, just about everyone else in the place joined in.

Her face was flaming red by the time the song finished and everyone started applauding; Rumlow stood and bowed to the room extravagantly before sitting back down and grinning lazily at her.

“You’re an ass,” Daisy said, but she couldn’t help the little smile playing around her lips.

“One of my most endearing qualities. Well, that and my excellent singing voice.”

“I’ll give you the excellent singing voice, but your taste in music really needs some work.”

“What, are you planning to hack my phone and mess with all my playlists?” He grinned wickedly when she looked guilty, leaned in and whispered “Won’t do you any good. I still have everything… on vinyl.”

“Could be worse,” Daisy leaned back towards him, smiling in return. “At least vinyl is kinda retro and cool. You could have said on cassette tape.”