nextgenerationmarvel | It's not a date? (Open Avengers and Vincent)

Jay was heading toward the kitchen with Boo on his shoulder. He had to stop and blink at the sight of a petite woman dressed up and heading out. He couldn't figure out who that was for a moment.

Then he slapped his hand over his mouth in shock.

Boo went "ooooooooooh."

Hearing the sound she turned glaring at Boo and Jay. "One word of this Jolly Green and I swear nothing but hard metal full blast for a month!"

She tried stomping her foot down and yelped forgetting heels, she balance was off and she touched the wall to stay standing, glad she didn't twist her ankle.

He dropped his hand away from his mouth. The motion revealed the grin that had worked its way onto his face seeing Mira all dolled up.

"I've got noise canceling headphones. I'm not worried." He glanced her over. "Damn, short stuff. Even with heels you don't reach my chin."

"Pretty sure there's a way to work past them." She scowled at his grin. "Oh please, it's not like you've ever seen someone dressed up, and I'm not that short!" Okay so she is...

"Don't think I'll wear them often, and no way into a fight." She sighed.

"Oh, I've seen plenty of people dressed up. Just not you. You're not a pod person, right? Pod people admit it when asked." He eyed her with mock-suspicion.

"And Mom said never wear heels in a fight. I believe her."

"If I was a pod person don't you think I'd be about to damage something here instead of going out?" She sighed again.

"How many heels did she snap on some drunk lawyer's shin before finging that one out?" Mira broke six heels, it's why she only wears them on stagge if she's at the jazz club.

"Pod people are weird and don't do what you expect them to. Like dress fancy and totter around on heels." He kept eying her suspiciously. Mostly because he could. Boo saw what was going on and started getting a little squinty-eyed at Mira, too.

"She always broke her heels transforming. And then she had the upper body strength to not plant some guy's foot three feet under."

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That got her to laugh.

"Jay really... You turn into a big green giant, and I have a bike that turns into armor... Is that normally expected? And if you must know, I was going to go drag a friend out of the lab, thought this would work better than asking over the phone."

She heard him talk about his mom and shuddered a little. "Remind me to stay on her good side alright?"

"If you grow up around the Fantastic Four," he circled his finger around to indicate this situation, "this normal stuff is weird."

He reached up and poked Boo's nose, making the creature's squinty eyes cross.

"Always stay on my Mom's good side. If not because of her, then her legion of fans. Because they are a mighty legion."

She kept her mouth shut because really her parents business had been weirder than most stuff she's seen so far. "Well I'm still learning." She said just to say it.

Hey I plan on staying on almost everyone's good side. I'm more breakable." She chuckled. "And that includes the chef at the restaurant. There's usually a waiting list and he had a cancel just as I called, I need to go get my date and be there in about an hour. No way am I taking the subway in heels so I'll be lucky to get to the labs in time." She headed for the door. "See ya later okay?"

She probably should have made him promise not to tell anyone... Oh well, not like she'll be out of communication.

"You'll get it eventually," he assured. Most heroes managed to acclimatize to it from what he'd seen.

He and Boo waved good-bye. "Later. Be back by midnight or the dogs get turned loose."

He was kidding. Though he glanced up at the ceiling and saw a security camera. A slow grin spread across his face. "C'mon, Boo. We got a printer to fire up."

There was the sound of a minor fizzling, followed by a major crash, from within one of the labs at Stark Industries. Profuse swearing in Romany and Hungarian preceded Vincent storming out, pushing up his goggles and wiping some detritus from his face.

"Stupid inferior logic centers!" He yelled at the former circuit-board now deceased and stashed in a pocket of his lab-coat. "Can't even handle a moderate overclocking." He was going to have to see the quartermaster for more parts. This particular project was proving a rather frustrating nut to crack. One of the hazards of having a mind that ran faster than most of the hardware one worked with. He knew what he wanted the technology to do, and what the software needed to be, it was just a matter of bringing the components up to spec to do it.

He was glad Audhild hadn't chosen to accompany him to work that day, or she might have learned several new words, which would have lead to several awkward discussions with Kristoff.

Mira had just made it to the hall, security badge being clipped to the strap of her purse as she walked. The explosion had her quirk a brow, though seeing him come into the hall she covered her mouth with her hand giggling a little.

"Now I feel a little cheated, all dolled up to try to drag you out of the lab, and I was beaten to it by a machine." The strap on her wrist beeped a little and she rolled her eyes. Her bike taking offense to her comment, ignoring it she looked at Vincent, ignoring the cat-call from one of the others in the hall. "Since you're obviously not busy now, I got us a table at the Daniel for lunch. was hoping you could pop us over, because riding my bike in heels, so ain't happenin." She did step closer brush some debris from the explosion off his shoulder.

That other employee will find his shoelaces suddenly tied together, as he falls on his face.

And there was no explosion, per se, thank you very much. Just a high velocity crash into another piece of machinery. He blinks at her, having been processing her appearance more than her words. The gesture to her heels gives him an excuse to take a slow gaze up and down her legs that he hopes she didn't catch too much.

"Oh... ah... Just a moment." He turns around, rushing back into the lab and shutting the door behind him. He emerges less than half a minute later, looking cleaner and in nicer clothes. Black vest, a faded green but presentable shirt, and black pants. "I'd like that very much."

She caught him falling behind her and quirked a brow at Vincent a moment. She did note the look he gave and covered her mouth giggling.

When he returned she smiled. "Okay now I feel underdressed." She did slip her arm in his though. Though to be honest she really didn't do dressed up often, mechanics weren't great on dress clothes. "Maybe I should have tried for evening reservations, unless you need to come back as soon as we're done. I was just getting stir crazy," And she was rambling oops.

"I've got some flexibility in my hours. What's the address?" He offers her his hand. His other hand pushes back through his hair, making sure there wasn't any shrapnel in it.

She rattled off the address. "So can you talk about the project? Or is it one of those things that you tell me you have to kill me?" Yes she was kidding.

"Deployment of emergency prosthetics to soldiers in active combat zones via drones launched from orbital satellites. Nothing life-changing, just enough to make it easier for them to hobble out of the worst of it before the shock fades and they become incapacitated. Rapid response time is key."

He takes her hand, and a moment later they arrive at the address, twenty feet in the air so as not to intersect with any pedestrians. He's got them securely with a levitation spell, so he didn't feel particularly compelled to warn her.

"True, though that's kind of neat. Take it the computers don't like the idea though?" She reached up pulling a plastic shard from his hair that he missed giggling.

When they appear above the ground she yelps slightly slipping both arms around him because really she's not used to hovering without her bike. She's glad that the skirt's just heavy enough that any breeze doesn't have her flashing everyone on the street.

"Okay, I am so going to have to get used to that, though beats fighting traffic and the subway." She smiled resting her head on his shoulder as he lowered them.

Fortunately, this is New York. Unless you're by the World Trade Center or the Empire State Building, nobody ever looks up.

"Orbital intercept paths take a lot of processing power. Very little margin for error." He smirks just a little as she throws herself at him, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder as he lowers them to a less-traversed spot.

"It's easier than you'd think." He straightens his clothes after they untangle.

Good thing too or she'd hit him for it. "Yeah, bit above my programing ability too. I'm good with the mechanics, not the operating systems."

"You're enjoying this too much aren't you?" She smoothed her skirt out when he stepped back, still grinning, it wasn't that bad. "I'll try not to abuse it too much though." She ran a hand through her hair quickly to fix it so it wasn't falling into her face again.

"Shall we? I've been wanting to try this place for a while."

He gives her another meaningful gaze.

"I think I'm enjoying this the right amount."

He offers Mira his arm as they head towards the restaurant.

She took the offered arm. "I meant me clinging to you silly."

When they were escorted to their table the wine menu was handed to Vincent once they were seated. "Not that I'm not, I like this."

"Yes, so did I." He smiles confidently.

Once they're seated, he opens his menu and tilts his head to her slightly. "And why is that?" He asks, sincerely.

"Well considering you're here, I..." She flustered a moment. "Okay so little nervous, Jay so didn't help he caught me leaving all dressed up."

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