anyastark:

Since the trip to Tahiti Anya had been searching for something that Steve and she could do together for their first adventure in doing something together. There were a few charity events she had on her schedule for the Maria Stark Foundation and one for the Russian embassy, but she didn't want the first time out with Steve to be at a formal function. She knew he wouldn't be comfortable in a tux in a room full of rich people.

Then she remembered the Yankees were playing tonight against the Texas Rangers. It would be a perfect first...date? Was it a date? She wasn't sure what to call it. Semantics aside, it would be something the both of them could enjoy doing together and the family always had tickets.

She made some phone calls earlier to make the arrangements. When they weren't using the box, tickets were given out to Stark Inc employees to use. Anya didn't care if others were there, she just wanted to make sure there would be two seats for her and Steve. She also arranged for a car and driver.

There was a smile on her face as she went to look for Steve.

mishaloganovich:

Misha did David a favor and didn't ruffle his hair as they stood outside the Museum of Natural History. After the Mojoworld caper, Dad was a little reluctant to let David off the institute grounds, but Misha convinced the old man that a weekend with him in the city doing some guy stuff would be good to get David's mind off things. After all, His Imperial Highness, Grand Duke Mikhail Loganovich of Russia had discreet security provided by S.H.I.E.L.D., and lived in a penthouse with nearly every dangerous weapon known to man. If the man was a paranoid female Russian spy. That liked to shot things.

Safety wasn't the main concern. The real danger was that they'd eat themselves into a stupor and hang out in their boxers with the terrace doors open.

"Tessa'll be here any second," he said to David. "Keep an eye out. You can't miss the red hair."

discardedheir:

They had been home from their ordeal for a little more than a week. Kristoff had spent a good portion of that -- when he wasn't checking on Cassandra and Scotty -- upgrading all of the Baxter buildings' defenses with great thoroughness.

He looks over his lab. Specifically at his most recently created...project.

At first, the shame welled up and he'd closed the box and shoved it in a drawer.

But that, he decided, was stupid. Enough hesitation. There would probably always be a good reason to wait longer. He slipped it into his pocket.

Then he fixed some tea. He brought it over to just outside the 'Lang Suite' of the building.