Test Drive Meme #1

[proximods]

The sun is shining and the weather is nice and toasty. Overly toasty one might argue, even. It's a great day to be laying around at the beach, so it's a good thing that that's where you've found yourself today, whether you'd made plans to be there or not. Bathing suit and sunscreen ready, you're going to get your tanning time on.

But with heat comes the expected side effects for a place like Proxima Gamma. While the cool water can sometimes slow the effects, the heated beaches and freshly popped flowers seem to have made getting close to someone else just seem like a really great idea. You can try to fight off the side effects much as you want, but the scientists like to believe everyone has a breaking point.

Comments

[americanclassic]

[He'd gone through this with her in her future, though it had been different with her having had those years to gain experience on him. The same look was in her eyes now and he took a step forward.]

Aw, Peggy, don't do that. It's not on you. Or Stark. It is what it is and it worked out that... well, I guess I was a little late for that dance.

[staplethisplease]

Unforgivable, that.

[She left you to freeze to death and you're playing it off. She looks at him incredulously.]

Now that you've gone and said it, if you do turn out to be dead, I'm going to shoot you. And I won't aim for the shield this time.

[americanclassic]

Cross my heart. I meet Stark's kid, Tony. Talk about a handful.

[And a pain in his butt, but... that wasn't really the topic at hand, was it?]

[staplethisplease]

You'd think Howard's lifestyle would... impede him from procreating. In one way or another.

[Be it lack of time, castration, or murder... She sighs, and... where is this going, really? She'd been so pleased to get another chance to admire him without his pesky shirt in the way, and now all she can feel is guilt and gloom.

She fans herself, wishing she didn't have on a blazer and hose.]

I'm sure he's charming disaster.

[americanclassic]

Oh, he's a disaster alright.

[Muttered under his breath before he saw her try, futilely, to cool herself.]

Hey, there's a guy around here somewhere with ice cream and drinks. We should find him and then some shade. You look a little [Hot? Amazing? Should be wearing a bikini like that dame over there?] warm...

[staplethisplease]

I'm this close to sweating through my makeup, and my curls won't last long beyond that.

[Steve is the only man she'd really let see "behind the curtain," so to speak. Likely he'd understand more than most the disconnect between how one looks and the effort involved in achieving it.]

Lead the way. Hope my pocketbook arrived here with me, wherever "here" is.

[americanclassic]

I hadn't even noticed.

[Truthfully, he hadn't. Steve was the perfect guy to notice someone for their merit, not their looks. Though, Peggy didn't slack on those.]

It's on me. Think of it as an apology for standing you up.

[staplethisplease]

Steve, darling, if that was all you had to do to get out of that mess, what would keep you from doing it again?

[americanclassic]

[He ducked his head, hand coming up to rub at the back of it as he gave her a lopsided smile.]

I'm sure you can think of something.