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“What?” He isn’t certain to which part Pepper seemed adverse or offended by. So he waits for proper explanation. After all being military puts you at odds with the apparently succinct societal norms of civilian life. Like having a cake and not being able to eat it because it’s breakfast time and shame on you for having cake in the first place. Communists.
“I’ll have you know I’m more likely to get a stomach ache from those gas station breakfast burritos than I am from this rich, velvety, sweet fucking chocolate cake. It’s like it’s making love to my taste-buds…” Not that he’d even know what that was like or anything.
Watching as that fat stack of envelops is slid his way, Jason’s expression purposefully changes to something over dramatic and flustered. “Well damn.” He starts, taking the bills and carefully thumbing through them before sighing heavily. “I guess this is the part where I kiss my dream vacation good bye and instead spend my entire government allotted allowance on adult shit. Like bills.”
Gas station food? The mere notion has him fighting the urge to cradle his stomach. How Jensen can live off such an UNUSUAL and UNHEALTHY diet is beyond him. Perhaps there’s some chemical in overly processed food that sustains the genius that apparently lingers behind that thick skull of his.
“Well your salivating intercourse better not touch these documents, Jensen.” His brow faintly wrinkles, forehead scrunching at the other’s vulgar vocabulary. Pepper’s no prude but that doesn’t mean he appreciates exaggerated cursing, under his roof no less.
“Yes you can, and you could be kissing a place on my sofa goodbye if you don’t start watching your language.” It’s an empty threat at best, but one he at least TRIES to sound like he will stick by. A seat is pulled out and he sits. “Besides, a majority of these aren’t even bills. I checked.”
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“Ah– well, he’s one helluva bodyguard; –don’t tell him I said that.”
It’s like a switch, the factor of Rogers gone, and Curtis is a new man. Or, damn near CHILD considering he’s almost jumping out to try get there first, more impressed by the fact the car doesn’t seem to have at least two firearms in the passenger compartment than anything else.
“Where’re we going? Somewhere fancy to eat, like chipotle?”
“My lips are sealed, scouts honour.”
Not that he was a scout, though that’s hardly relevant. At least for the moment. As of now his interest it too busy being peeked by the dramatic shift in the other’s general BEING. It doesn’t appear to be one target area, everything about him seems to change --- prompting questions Pepper isn’t too sure he’s willing to match up with answers.
“Not quite, though there will be food. Eventually. We seem to share a
few common interests. One of which being TRAINS. You enjoy them as a
whole whereas I look forward to the ride. So, I thought what better way
for us to bond form some sort of relationship that to go for a train ride.
Mr. Hogan is taking us to the station as we speak.”
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He’s almost used to not being recognized anymore, but he’d honestly expected Tony to have told Pepper of all people. Unless getting out of seeing him was exactly what Stark was counting on. “With Steve Rogers, right?” He pulls out his new ID card, showing it to her and bracing for the disbelief.
Laminate is taken between her fingers, flipped over and examined --- but not for long. “Steven Grant Rogers. Sir, this isn’t funny. I’m sure the Captain wouldn’t be thrilled to find someone sporting his identification.” The card is flipped around and passed back, her eyes sweeping over to her phone with contemplation.
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“Got it. Not a bear.”—
“Where do you keep getting --- What kind of a store even IS this?”