howard stark/darcy lewis, flirting
“Well hello there. What’s a pretty dame like you doing sitting all alone?”
Darcy stifled her sigh and turned around to face the man, a smile plastered on her face. He looked familiar, but she couldn’t quite place him. “Waiting for someone,” she replied smoothly.
He settled himself on the bar stool next to her. “Can I keep you company while you wait?”
She let her smile fade a bit, and her voice hardened. “Apparently I can’t stop you.”
Undeterred, the man signaled for the barkeep. “Bourbon, rocks, and for the lady?”
“I’m good, thank you.”
He grinned at the bartender. “And a daiquiri for my friend.”
Darcy reminded herself that she was not in her time, and here it wasn’t appropriate for a woman to punch a man for being too forward, let alone tase him with a weapon that wouldn’t be invented for decades. She accepted the cocktail with a nod, but didn’t take a sip.
“I”m Howard,” the man said, tipping his glass toward her.
Well, shit. “Howard Stark?” she asked, her voice sharp.
He frowned. “Yes. Do I know you?”
“No, but I know your son.” As Howard opened his mouth to object--Tony hadn’t been born yet, she reminded herself--she waved her hand to shush him. “And I have a message for you from the future.”