nextgenerationmarvel | Meeting the New Beau

Alisa sat at another restaurant. It had been a bit since she saw her father, and already he claimed to have met a charming young man that was perfect for her. Enough that he struck a deal with him for her hand in marriage. The rumor amongst the Guilds was that her dowry had been some incredibly rare, and valuable, Captain America cards from 1944. In mint condition, and misprinted.

Alisa swore that if anyone found out, she;d be the laughing stock of New York City, and New Orleans. This man was a member of Law Enforcement, not a member of one of the Guilds of New Orleans. That was a tiny blessing. But it also meant that it would prevent her form going back to her activities as an Enforcer, and keep her on a very tight leash. Jean Luc was not kidding when he said he wanted her out of trouble.

"Though I am REALLY scared as to how he managed to find someone in Law Enforcement! But then again, he DID have a connection to SHIELD during World War 2. The old man really does have connections everywhere, doesn't he?" Alisa thought to herself, as she began to re-apply her make-up. "Maybe he will have an "accident" on the way to the alter. Or maybe he'll chicken out! God... I hope he chickens out!"

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"At this point? No." Alisa began cutting into her steak. Just as she liked it... rare. She took a small bite before speaking once more. After-all, she was taught to never speak with her mouth full. "Like I said, why don't we actually give this a shot? You know, actually get to know one and other."

She smiled, cutting another bit of steak, then dipping it in mushroom sauce before eating it.

"Well, I'm not gonna give engagement to someone I don't know a try, but...you and I? Sure, why not? Let's start that," Steve says, giving her a small smile. Internally, Steve is doing as much as he can to calculate just how much paperwork he would have to do to make this a proper op. If this works, he could possibly get access to all the paperwork, or at least know where to snoop. He's still a SHIELD agent, and this is too damn good an opportunity to pass up.

"Alright. I was born in Baton Rouge. I'm twenty six years old... as far as we know." Alisa shrugged her shoulders. She was never sure of her age, as she was adopted, and no one told her anything about it. "I work as an art restorer and authenticator for the MET and for hire. My IQ is in the 138 range, but I admit... I act like an idiot so no one knows. My bank account is in seven digits and not nine like I told SOME people."

She laughed nervously at that last bit.

"I am fully trained in hand to hand combat, as well as various weapons. I prefer stun batons, despite having an impressive armory."

"I was born right here in New York. I've been a SHIELD brat all my life, along with my twin sister. I'm the quieter of the two, preferring desk work to field work, but as an agent I have full weapons, combat, and investigations training. Never had my IQ tested. And...my bank account is measily at best, buoyed up by some decent investments and me taking liberal use of materials SHIELD offers its agents for free."

"Impressive." She gave a nod of the head, before relaxing a little more in her seat. Alisa waited for the waiter to come back with her glass of brandy before taking a sip and talking with Steve some more. He really was an interesting guy.

"I've only had two romantic partners my entire life. Both were... special to me. But one was a sociopath incapable of experiencing emotions, and the other... I was too clingy and sabotaged the relationship. I was scared, and felt I did not deserve someone was kind and nice." She let off a sigh, taking another sip of brandy.

"I am hoping I learned enough from having my heart broken to be a better person, you know?"

"Impressive? Some would see my skills as a lack of ambition," Steve said a bit bitterly.

"You've had double my number then. She was...well, in retrospect, she was vain and self-absorbed, but at the time I found her charming and interesting. We started dating at the beginning of college. The relationship ended when I was accepted into SHIELD. She demanded I choose between SHIELD and her."

There's a piece of steak that is popped into Steves mouth.

"You can guess which one won," Steve continued after he finished chewing.

"I am sorry to hear that." Alisa asked, cutting another piece of steak and the eating it. "I do not think I could make anyone choose between me and a dream. It is why I never tried to get my ex-boyfriend back. I tried to remain friends, you know. But... it felt one sided. I would call to ask to hang out, never the other way around."

She dabbed her mouth her her napkin, having finished her meal. She placed the cloth napkin neatly in her plate and arranged her fork and knife in a way for the waiter to know that she was indeed finished, and to pick up the plate.

"I am still trying to discover what I truly want in my life. I am constantly told I do not belong in high society, but I am also told I do not belong in the Guild, with the poor, anywhere, really. I feel like I'm forging my own path with a spoon. I can dig a few feet, but risk it all caving in on me."

"Sounds like they were just giving you excuses to keep you in a place they could control you. Not that I would recommend high society. I've seen what those kinds of assholes are up to. I'd rather not deal with them," Steve says, nodding sagely at his own words.

"I suppose so." Her foot gently moved up and down his shin for a moment. A sly smile was upon her face as she drank a little more from her brandy glass. "I can be quite wild, so I suppose control is needed in some instances."

Alisa then placed her brandy glass down on the table.

"Would you like to see my current apartment? I am in the process of trying to buy myself a brownstone in Manhattan. Somewhere to just be comfortable and close to work."

Yeah, that drink that Steve was taking at that moment? That was almost forced down into his lungs with the foot going where it did. He does his best to hide his sputtering, but wow did that have an effect on him.

"Well now, that's just unfair," Steve said, looking the teensiest bit wounded. "Buying a brownstone is a pipe dream of mine, one that's nowhere near close to happening at the moment."

"Well, I can make it a reality." She smiled sweetly. "How about you help me pick one out? I need one that is closet to the MET, or at least a subway that heads there. It could be a nice, cozy little love nest."

Her foot continued to move along his leg. It was subtle, not drawing anyone's attention when they walked into the room to pick up their now empty plates and leave them with a desert menu.

"So? What do you say, Agent Coulson? Would you like to come to my place for a bit?"

Now that he's aware of the foot, he can react appropriately, but he's now very aware of it.

"I'm not one for architecture, but I wouldn't mind helping out as much as I can. And as for that other request..."

Steve finishes his last bite of steak and puts his own fork down.

"I would not mind you showing me your apartment. I've always been interested in how those with wealth live."

"Wonderful." Alisa summoned the waiter, asking for their check and once again paying for it. She left a reasonable tip, and walked out of the Steakhouse with Steve Coulson. She smiled, hailing a cab for the two as they headed for her current apartment, at the Waldorf Astoria.

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