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Post by vapor on May 3, 2006 0:56:29 GMT -5
Alright Steve. You can do this. It's not that hard. Just go up to her, be friendly, but not too friendly. We don't want to scare her off do we? No. No we don't. Just walk up to her and ask. What's the worst that could happen right? She could reject you. That's the worst. And she could laugh in your face when you ask. That would be the worst thing and the most humiliating. STOP IT! You need to be strong! YOU CAN DO THIS! Now just practice saying it.
"H-h-hey Elizabe-er-Betsy. I was wondering... if you want t-to go to the films-er-movies with me."
Steve was trying very hard at this. Though he had no one to tell him whether or not he was doing it right, he figured. After all, movies were universal. If she didn't think of him as all that great, they could go as friends right? RIGHT? He was that All-American Hero and yet he found something as asking a girl to a movie terrifying.
"So Betsy," he said to no one in particular, "I like to watch things... and you like watching things... maybe we can watch things together."
He was doomed. His blue eyes looking at his reflection in the metallic elevator door as if he were talking to the telepath herself. Even that thought was scary to him.
Steve Rogers was doomed.
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Post by Archangel on May 3, 2006 1:38:53 GMT -5
The thing he should be thanking his lucky stars for...was that Miss Betsy Braddock was currently napping in the sun...in or rather on one of the few open hallways there was for the team to enjoy the fresh air. And of course being her she was in a bikini...there was a wrap and a t-shirt somewhere around there...had she been awake it was probably the furthest thing that would have been in her mind anyways.
Especially with Steve projecting loudly to a point that it could almost wake her...almost. She wasn't quite that sensitive to the subtle nuances of telepathy while sleeping. Granted she could have predicted this as well...but it seemed unlikely. No it seemed Steve was saved the embarrasment of having to deal with her hearing his every thought about her.
And all the while Steve was practicing his speech in the cool mirror that was the steel door. He was not prepared for the mirror of designer sunglasses and oiled skin. Infact, no male on Triskelion probably could handle such a sight...no one except say Thor or Human Torch atleast...
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Post by vapor on May 3, 2006 7:54:26 GMT -5
It won't be that bad Steve. It really won't. The worst she can do is say no. After all, it's not like she'd laugh you out of Triskelion for it. She may be able to laugh you out of the country... but you are at least a superior. But we won't play the superiority card for this. Nope. No sirreeee. That would be bad. Very very bad. And you don't like the idea of being a leader anyways... So Steve, you have nothing to lose. Just ask her. Everything will be okay. Promise.
Doomed.
The steel doors to the elevator opened to reveal a very muscular blonde man dressed in a plain dark blue t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and a dar read jacket that had the same star that was usually on his shield patched into his shoulder. He bit his lip as he crossed the threshhold into the hallway. He took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air.
You can do this. Go up there and just ask her.
Steve proceeded to walk down the hallway, his own thoughts distracted by his "game plan" as to how to get the likes of Betsy Braddock to go with the likes of him to a movie. He gave a heavy sigh before a large gasp as he realized what was down this hallway.
Betsy. Betsy lying in the middle of the hallway. Betsy almost naked lying in the middle of the hallway. His cheeks turned bright red at the realization. Doomed he was absolutely doomed. He wiped imaginary sweat off his brow.
ASK HER YOU DOLT!!!!
"Ermmmm Elizabeth?" he asked in a rather formal tone.
Yup, he was doomed all right.
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Post by Archangel on May 3, 2006 8:27:48 GMT -5
Violently violet eyes snapped open. Betsy wasn't exactly used to being snuck up on. And as such for a brief two seconds she had almost lunged at Steve...Which probably would have scared the living day lights out of him. Just a bit more.
A smile graced Betsy's face and she asked, "Yes? Do you need something?" The desire to add 'Anything' at the end was almost too great. But she could see the blush on his face already...anything sexual and the mane was likely to explode...violently.
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Post by vapor on May 3, 2006 8:37:40 GMT -5
"Um yeah... er... I mean I don't need anything persay... I just wanted to know if... you..." Steve started to force himself to say. FIDDLESTICKS! Why did she have to be in such a lack of clothing? WHY? His cheeks maintained their hue of pink as he averted his eyes from looking back on the beautiful form in front of him. "I wantedtoknowifyou'dliketoseeamoviewithme," he said so fast to the point of not being understood even by himself. Nice one Steve... now slow that down and you've got it. "Umm... would you like to see a movie with me some time."
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Post by Archangel on May 3, 2006 9:05:49 GMT -5
Betsy smiled at him, she was sure to hide the fact that she was clearly thrilled to be spending any time at all with the legendary super-hero.
She wasn't quite sure what turned her to Steve, but she didn't mind it, especially if she got to go to the movies with him...maybe they could see something scary and she could pretend to be scared and bury her face in his shoulder...reigning in her giddiness Betsy nodded and said, "That sounds wonderful..." she believed he was only asking her as a friend...not knowing he had rehearsed it all...only to be met with...a semi-nude her...
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Post by vapor on May 3, 2006 9:12:27 GMT -5
Steve offered a large grin. She said Yes! He was half tempted to do a little happy dance of sorts until he remembered something... his size along with the fact that the woman infront of him was still practically in the buff. See Stever, that wasn't so bad was it? he thought to himself. Well... yes it had been. But she said yes! There was no need to worry about it now. "When are you free?"
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Post by Archangel on May 3, 2006 9:15:08 GMT -5
Betsy laughed, "When ever you are Steve...since we both do the same thing?" She smiled encouraging however...she noticed he wasn't really getting used ther her state of undress so she out of compassion pulled the oversized shirt, that she had laying there, over her head and returned her gaze to Steve.
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Post by vapor on May 3, 2006 9:33:54 GMT -5
"Oh yeah," Steve said with a nervous laugh. "Sorry wasn't sure if you had other plans or something." He finally brought his eyes to Betsy to find her wearing a t-shirt. That was better. His blush started to die down a bit. "Well... ermmm... any time that you specifically want to go. I mean... I'm free now... but if you don't want to go that's swell too. I mean you were just now sleeping and I woke you up. Sorry about that by the way. I don't want to interrupt or anything." Now he was just rambling. He didn't know why he was. He was Captain America for Pete's sake.
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Post by Archangel on May 3, 2006 23:18:19 GMT -5
Betsy smiled warmly. "We can do it now if you want...I'd have to shower off first but other than that I'm totally free." She hoped he realized that it would take about an hour and a half for the purple haired beauty to get ready. After all she was hardly the type to go out looking half as good as she could.
The sunglasses imported from one of Italy's houses of Fashion turned up to the sun and she laughed slightly, "It wasn't bright enough to get a good tan today anyways."
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Post by vapor on May 4, 2006 6:32:35 GMT -5
"Oh! Alright," he said in a warm tone. Fortunately he was containning most of his excitement. She said yes! Huzzah! Again the urge to do a happy dance appeared, but he restrained himself. After all, the Sentinel of Justice did not happy dance. He wasn't sure how long it would take Betsy exactly, but he'd wait. After all, he had just fought off his anxiety over asking someone like Betsy to the movies... what was another hour without her?
((i REALLY need to stop falling asleep while still on the comp... i blaim the wireless for only working in the bedroom))
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Post by Archangel on May 20, 2006 21:35:10 GMT -5
Betsy smiled warmly at Steve and began to walk towards her room, "I'll contact you when I'm done getting ready." and dissappeared into a room. The door closed with a swoosh.
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Post by vapor on May 21, 2006 1:43:09 GMT -5
Steve grinned and let his blonde head bob in a nod. "Alright," he said with a tone that tried to mask the fact that he could have been shaking from nerves. Fortunately, Sentinels of Justice do not shake. So he stood still. Which of coarse was a good thing at this point. He waved slightly and started on his own way towards his room. He had already cleaned up... but maybe there was something he forgot, or something he should do before she was ready. Whatever it was, Steve would figure it out in his room.
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Post by Archangel on May 21, 2006 1:56:58 GMT -5
Betsy quickly stripped down. No big deal. And hopped into the shower which she had turned on previously. The warm water trickled down her oiled body. Very erotic no? Well showering for an audience when there is none is highly bad for one's mental health...but as a super hero she was fine.
A long leg came out of the shower followed by the body then the other leg. She wrapped a towel around her self and went about getting ready.
After about an hour, true beauty needs little help, Betsy was ready. Dressed in a chanel black dress and enough make-up to look flawless, but not enough to look cheap, Betsy contacted Steve I'm ready.
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Post by vapor on May 21, 2006 2:05:12 GMT -5
Steve had fortunately, managed to clean up even nicer than usual. His blonde hair was combed back out of his face. His black suit managed to fit his large form nicely, which was an accomplishment in itself. The black vest framed his tie in place nicely as he looked int the mirror one last time before he heard Betsy with an I'm ready. He smiled as he adjusted his tie once more and headed back to the hallway.
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Post by Archangel on May 21, 2006 2:08:41 GMT -5
Betsy never needed to look in the mirror one last time...she learned that during fashion shows...Stepping out into the hallway herself Betsy smiled down towards Steve and began her long walk towards him.
And it was a mix between a normal walk and her signature walk...in other words...practically eye popping.
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Post by vapor on May 21, 2006 10:10:22 GMT -5
Eye popping wasn't even the least of it. His jaw dropped, palms sweated, heart beat faster, skin went into goosebmps. He really had no idea what he had just gotten himself into. Nope. There was no way he could have anticipated her to look... well... this good. He made sure he had his money with him. Apparently trying to surprise her with tickets to the theater instead was not in the game plan. He always had to remind himself: You cannot surprise a mind reader... ever. But then again, what would happen if she didn't know? She would be mad that he hadn't told her, possibly she wouldn't go out with him. Or worse... she'd hate him. He shook that feeling off, reminding himself that she had, infact, said yes. Alright, done with worrying back to the situation at hand. He managed to control himself from oggling her or from giving her a once over. It was probably expected from Tony or any of the others, but most definately not from him. He was a gentleman. But Jumpin Jahosafat! This almost wasn't fair. No matter. Steve was a good man. He reminded himself again. Wow. That was all he could really use to describe the dress and the hair and the makeup and the walk... and just... wow.
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