Look! I made a thing! It’s admittedly not the awesomest thing, but I made it all by myself :)
And, here’s a sneak peak of the thing that this thing goes to. I know it’s way early, but I if I don’t start now, it won’t get done.
"And this is your personal assistant, Darcy Lewis. She’s new, just like you."
Steve blinked and tried not to stare at the young woman smiling widely at him. She couldn’t be much more than twenty, and underneath the perfectly pressed blouse and coiffed hair, he had the sense of something wild and outrageous. She was extremely pretty, and her hand was soft and warm as she shook his.
"Hi Steve." She says, then gasps and colours. "Sorry. Captain…Commander. Shit, I knew I was going to put my foot in it. And now I’ve said shit. Twice. I’m so sorry."
Steve found himself smiling at her.
"It’s fine. You could have said ‘fuck’ and then we’d all be in trouble."
She laughed slightly and dropped his hand, tucking a non existant strand of hair behind her ear.
"Thanks. I had a feeling I was going to fuck up on my first day…oh…"
Steve fought the bubble of laughter as her eyes widened and she bit down on her lip, attempting, he assumed to stop herself from daying anything else, and ended up looking at him, pained.
"If you’re ready Commander Rogers, we’ll go on with the tour." Maria Hill interjected from where she was standing to the side, doing an admirable job of not reacting to any of what’s just gone on. He nodded, and with a last smile at Darcy, followed her out, pausing in the doorway to look back.
Darcy was looking down at her feet, pushing her hands against her cheeks and not looking at anyone else. He shook his head and left the room.
"Oh no, that is so inconvenient." He muttered.