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[wingedman]

who: Sam (sort of), MCU Steve, Peggy, maybe Wanda
what: After buying a date with Steve, Sam plays fairy godmother. Or matchmaker. Maybe both.
when: sometime after the masquerade
where: Sam and Wanda's townhouse
warnings: Date shenanigans. Probably cuteness.

From the time Sam wins Steve at the auction, a nebulous idea - maybe even a Plan - begins to form in his mind (thanks, perhaps, to the alcohol flowing freely at the masquerade). But before he starts to plan anything, he has to get Wanda's approval - and, as it turns out, she has some suggestions that get her upgraded from confidant to partner in crime. (Sometimes he doesn't know what he would do without her, honestly.)

He spends a week frantically planning, combing through recipes, and taste-testing on both Wanda and the mice, but by Saturday, he thinks he's ready. He'll have to be ready, because there's no other option. Wanda leaves for a spa day with Peggy, Stephen teleports a suit onto Steve's bed (with a note telling him to be at his house at 6:45 for their date), and Sam starts cooking.

Several hours later, he's done with everything - or as done as he's going to get. The lasagna and garlic bread are warming in the oven, there's a cake waiting on the counter, and a salad in the fridge, along with an assortment of beverages. He's got a floral arrangement on the table, already set for two. Candles, unlit, wait in the living room, with a selection of music and movies. And the guest bedroom, should they need it, is neat and clean, with freshly made sheets.

Sam flops down on the couch for about five minutes to take a break and write Steve a note.

Steve-
Sorry I had to leave, but something came up at the last minute. The lasagna's in the oven; take it out at 7. Salad's in the fridge. The house is yours till tomorrow morning - enjoy! :) The guest room's all made up for you. If you need anything, check the drawer in the nightstand. Text me if the house catches on fire.
-Sam

It is, of course, incredibly vague, but he hopes Steve will figure things out once Peggy shows up. All that's left for him to do is clear out; in addition to his overnight bag, he grabs the gauntlet he uses to control Redwing and the drone in the carrying harness Tony's made for him. Once he's at the Sanctum, he sets everything up and sends Redwing back with the key and the note. Which isn't suspicious at all, of course, but he's not going to leave the key out for anyone to find. When Steve approaches, Redwing drops the envelope on his head - not quite literally - and Sam texts Wanda with a short and simple the eagle has landed.

[reference for Sam and Wanda's house.]

Comments

[mannerism]

[ when all would be said and done, the thing that would honest-to-god tick her off is how easily she was played. the day has started out as a perfectly lovely one, peggy leaving her office early in favour of a spa day as wanda had called it. hours were spent sipping iced tea, getting nails painted and chasing away tension from her limbs.

it's not nearly my birthday, you realize, she pointed out when the girl went and presented her with a new dress from the boutique. It wasn't the first time she had gone and gave her new clothes and so, she wasn't overly suspicious.

then the invitation to dinner, wanda needing to go and prepare it. all peggy had to do was go home, change to this newly acquired dress ( to see it fits she had said ) and return to the house she shared with sam for what would undoubtedly be a sweet ending for a very good day.

and so she makes her arrival in fresh make up and the dress wanda went ahead and got her. let yourself in, she had said and so peggy does exactly that. entirely unaware, annoyingly oblivious. ]

I got you that Moscato I was recently given. You'd like it more than I do, I can't stand for its -

[ but the sentence goes unfinished and they'll never know what irks her about moscato because the minute she walks in the kitchen, wanda is gone and instead, ]

Steve.

[ she says, breathes his name, a little dumbfounded. what the bloody hell is going on, goes unsaid but is clearly present on her face as she looks around the room. ]

[stevegrogers]

Nerves bubbled within Steve as he took in the suit resting on the bed and the note attached. Excitement burst within him too because he never really had the chance for much dating. Before the war, no one really looked twice at him and he had far too much to deal with after waking up from the ice. The demand on his time really took a toll on having a personal life but lately he started to wonder if he could have both. If he could somehow manage to find a balance between having things for him and helping wherever others needed him.

To think, without Sam's insistence he wouldn't have attended the masquerade, much less signed up for the auction portion of things but in the end he found himself having a really good time.

Shaking his head, he showered, changed and started to make his way to Sam and Wanda's place. It seemed a little more lowkey than what he expected, which helped with his nerves. Plus, it wouldn't be too much pressure with it being Sam. As he approached the door, he found a key and an envelope dropped in front of him.

Using the key, he let himself inside before he opened the envelope and read the note. Really? Sam decided to stand him up after spending all the trouble making food? The candles and flowers made far much less sense but after he put everything down, he looked around a little more.

What game was Sam playing here? He would never understand modern era folks.

Why had Sam and Wanda cleared out for the night? Nothing made any sense and with a huff, Steve went into the fridge to hopefully find a beer to drink while he decided on what to do. Sam would get it later.

Turning around when he heard his name, more confusion filled Steve's face. What? "Pegs?" Wait. Things started to click in rather rapidly from there. "Looks like we've been set up." He gestured around them with a laugh. "Here I was thinking I was going to be eating alone. It was starting to get really sad."

[mannerism]

"Set up."

It's not even a question. while the chips fall into place, she looks suspiciously around the kitchen, the gesture both intimidating and comical. a second later, she passes him, making certain to pass him the bottle of Moscato as she does. upon seeing the dining table ( flowers, candles ) she makes a noise - either a huff or a growl before stomping back to the kitchen.

"Steve Rogers," her tone is both imperious and far-too-calm-to-be-true, "your friends are bloody out of their minds."

Apparently, it's crucial that she alerts him to the fact.

[stevegrogers]

Taking the bottle of whatever Peggy had in her hands, Steve looked down at the label while she inspected what Sam and undoubtedly Wanda as well had done. All of it read as Sam being the mastermind, though, some kind of doctor love for them. Did they really need such a thing in the first place?

"Oh, you won't hear any arguments from me. They are," Steve responded with a grin. He set the bottle onto the counter and reached for the letter to show her. "It looks like dinner is already prepared and everything is set up. It'd be really rude to not take advantage of that, you know?" His not so sly way in asking her to stay and have dinner with him.

He'd get Sam later but the possibility of having an entire night with Peggy made his heart flutter. They never really had the chance before - too many bombs and gun fire usually took up their days and nights.

[mannerism]

Peggy would claim that they absolutely did not need any form of romantic intervention but as it turns out neither here nor steve get a say in this.

"Dinner?" she asks and not without a lip curving into a small smile of a sort. waste not want not, she would say but she doubts he's asking her for the sake of effectiveness, anyway.

she goes over the letter, arching both her eyebrows.

"Just dinner? are you not going to invite me to the guest room?"

dear lord, she shouldn't be teasing the poor man so ruthlessly. This isn't even his fault or his doing.

[stevegrogers]

While not the most suave person ever, Steve would have still reached out to Peggy eventually and asked her to grab coffee or something. Coffee dates seemed to be the go to in their current era, rather than going out dancing. Something easier for sure with less hip action.

A smile filled his face but faltered somewhat with Peggy's teasing. Oh. He probably should have remembered the actual contents of the letter. Might have been helpful to the actual features of the date.

"Do you want to go to the guest room?" Steve asked, trying really hard to not blush at the meaning behind the term.

[mannerism]

Steve Rogers, as she lives and breathes.

She gives him a bit of a look, arched eyebrows and a smile she doesn't have the time or the will to bite back. he's either very bold or extremely awkward, she remembers the latter, of course but both options have their charm.

"I think perhaps you ought to care to that lasagna first, Captain. It's twenty past seven."

She could have reminded him before but this is much more entertaining.

[stevegrogers]

Snapping out of it, Steve grabbed for a pot holder to be able to remove the lasagna from the oven. After the date, he really needed to have a talk with Sam about matchmaking and boundary levels. All while thanking him the entire time, of course. To think, he found a way to be with Peggy again, to endure her teasing and see the smile that haunted him every waking hour since they removed him from the ice. They were always there at the corner of his consciousness - Peggy, Bucky, Howard and all the Commandos. He might have left their era but the longing never disappeared.

"I'll get the plates fixed up," Steve commented, still unable to keep his eyes away from Peggy for long. "I know how this sounds but this really feels like I'm dreaming, Pegs."

[mannerism]

Oh, hell. He's so earnestly honest, she almost forgotten what it used to do to her. she crosses the room, places her hand on his arm, warm and present, a small proof of reality.

"shall I pinch you?" she asks and not without a small grin. she wants to tell him - she almost does. she feels it too. she was never affected by dr. fenhoff's hallucinations but she already knows what ideal image she would have seen.

"I don't know if you would feel it at all, I fear."