Lying to the press time-honored tradition. “How are you feeling, Captain? Weren’t you injured two weeks ago at the Guggenheim?” With a sigh, he went over to what looked like the largest knot of reports and braced himself. Steve knew if he sailed on past without saying anything, Phil and Darcy would kill him for how it looked in the media. They got out of the limo for the red carpet, and it seemed like every flashbulb and camera and light-emitting anything all went off at once. She glanced at Tony and knew from those dark eyes that he was thinking the same thing. Pepper blinked at that she hadn’t known he spoke French. He did, speaking beautiful French to the waiter, even discussing the wines in detail. The waiter sailed up then, and Pepper told Steve to order entrees for them that had the best memories they could share them. They have cassoulet on the menu, right? And there was some rice thing he made with wild mushrooms we’d scavenge for, I never knew rice could taste that good until Dernier got hold of it.” Grew up eating beans, would never have guessed I could enjoy eating them until Dernier started cooking for us. He’d cook up something delicious out of whatever we could scrounge, and he’d give it flowery French names and tell us we didn’t appreciate him enough unless he was blowing things up.” He grinned and chuckled. I glanced at the menu and it all reminds me of good times. “We’ll go to another restaurant.” Pepper told him immediately. “He was usually our cook, so we often got food like this.” He’d grown up with Howard telling stories about all the Commandos, not only Steve. He was French.” Steve glanced at Tony, who nodded. We can go somewhere else if you don’t like it.” Tony said. Steve finally took a big bite like he normally would, and after swallowing admitted “It’s just… this food. Tony visibly relaxed and went back to his soup.
“I also really appreciate the body armor.”Īh, Tony had finished it, then. “I wasn’t doing anything tonight anyway, and I appreciate the new tux.” he lowered his voice slightly. “I kind of forgot to mention this to Steve until, uh, about an hour ago.”
He gave that big false smile that made his goatee look silly. Hadn’t really planned on tonight, trying to get my head in the game. Pepper knew if she didn’t say anything, Tony would, and whatever she said would be more polite. At least in public at home he wasn’t quite as mannered but still neat.
Steve never poked at food, he inhaled it. Steve was poking at something covered in diced meat rather than eating, which was odd. Tony was also eating soup, vichyssoise, without mouthing off. They had a private table, there were palm trees and things blocking most camera angles, and she had on pointy shoes with which to kick Tony if she needed to. She took a spoonful of lobster bisque and covertly glanced around the restaurant.
Pepper didn’t know what about, but she hoped it wasn’t major.
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