steve/darcy, genderswapped
"So, you want to grab a drink sometime?"
Stephanie looked up from her StarkPad, where she was reading up on the Vietnam War, one of the many she'd missed while in the ice, to see Dr. Foster's lab assistant David standing a foot away. She glanced behind her, trying to figure out who he was talking to, but there was no one else near. "Um, me?" she asked, tapping her chest.
He laughed, but it wasn't the cruel laughter she remembered from the orphanage, when the other kids would tease her about being small and sickly and frail, but still willing to stand up to the bullies. It was something warm, that sparked an answering warmth in her chest. "Yes, you. So... you, me, a couple drinks? No pressure," he added, maybe reading her reticence on her face, shrugging nonchalantly and running a hand through his messy dark curls. "Just a friendly thing."
Stephanie pursed her lips. "Um, okay," she said quickly, before she could overthink it.
He grinned, his blue eyes lighting up behind his glasses. "Excellent. I'll meet you in the lobby at seven?"
She nodded. "Seven."