It wasn't often that Captain Steve Rogers wore the clothing he had been young in. It wasn't often that Captain Steve Rogers went on a date. And it was virtually unheard of for Captain Steve Rogers to be bulldozer-ed into going on said date with his wife in those clothes by a woman who had never outright said that he was her best friend. Natasha Romanoff had shown up on the Rogers' doorstep at four o'clock that afternoon, handed him an envelope containing tickets to a 1940's tea dance not too far away, and enlisted Lianne and Martin's help in making sure their Papa dressed in his best and would be ready for half past five at the latest. She, on the other hand, all but frogmarched Lucy up the stairs and into the spare room, to manhandle the doctor into an appropriate dress for the evening. Apparently Natasha was babysitting, too, and even more apparently ....the Rogers children had known all about it.
Lianne was sitting on the end of her parents' bed, little feet kicking as she grinned up at her father. "You look tres belle, Papa."
"Mmm," Steve murmured, tugging at the hem of his uniform as he scrutinized his reflection in the mirror. "It's a little snug," he said, wondering if he'd gained a little weight since he'd worn it last. If he had, it was likely all muscle, as it was nearly impossible for Steve Rogers to get fat.
"Tres beau," Martin corrected, sitting cross-legged on the bed beside his sister and idly toying with a couple of plastic toy replicas of Black Widow and Captain America. "Mama looks tres belle," he corrected further in a big-brotherly tone of voice.
Lianne turned her soft brown eyes onto her brother curiously as he corrected her. "Beau for l'hommes, and belle for les femmes"" she asked him, wanting to get it right in her head before she tried to translate it. As good as she was with English, she was still only a little girl. It would take a little more time before she spoke fluently in English all the time. Her head swung back toward her father, admiring him in his uniform. "There is buckle at back, Papa," she pointed out, gesturing to the back of his uniform jacket. "Can it go loose more?"
"Oui, c'est vrai," Martin replied, in perfect French. His English was a little better than his sister's, but then he was a few years older and had had a little more time to practice.
"Oh," Steve said, turning to try and catch a glimpse of that buckle in the mirror. "That's right. I forgot. It's been a long time since I've worn this. Would you like to help me with it, ma petite"" He could have carried on the entire conversation in fluent French and sometimes did, but they'd never master English if he was always indulging in French.
Beaming at her brother for his confirmation that she had it right, Lianne fairly leaped off the bed in response to Steve's request, pattering over to fiddle with the buckle at his back. Her aim was to loosen it just a little, and with her smaller fingers, she stood a better chance of it than he did. "Will Mama be in a uniform too, Papa?" she asked curiously as she worked. The only uniform she'd ever seen Lucy in was the one she had worn at S.H.I.E.L.D H.Q., and that didn't seem quite right for a night out with Papa.
"No, I think your Mama will be wearing a dress," he replied, as she worked the buckle loose, so that he could breathe easier. Had it really been so long since he'd last worn his uniform' He certainly looked dashing in it, even if he didn't think so himself. "Aunt Tasha got us tickets to a tea dance. I don't suppose you know what that is," he mused aloud, frowning thoughtfully as his own reflection and wondering if anyone would recognize him in that uniform. He hoped not. It wasn't often he and Lucy got to spend an evening out, and he didn't want anything to ruin it.
"Do you dance around tea?" Lianne asked, her voice sounding from the small of his back. Only Martin could see the impish little grin on her face as she settled the buckle neatly once again, knowing perfectly well what a tea dance was. She also knew what Lucy was going to be wearing, because she and Martin had been in on that, too. The only child in the house who hadn't been in on the whole scheme was Jamie, and he was currently crawling around the floor of the spare room while Natasha pinned Lucy down to do her hair and make up.
"No," Steve replied with a chuckle, as he turned to scoop the little girl up off the floor. "They call it a tea dance because you drink tea and dance," he told her, as he waltzed her in his arms about the room. "Martin, sing us a song!"
The boy hopped off the bed and belted out the first song that came to mind, which just happened to be La Marseillaise, which wasn't a song that was very good for dancing.
"A dance song, Martin, not a marching song!" Steve said, laughing.
Giggling, Lianne squealed as she was swept up into her Papa's arms, holding on tight as he waltzed her around the bedroom, little feet dangling. Martin's addition to their fun only made her laugh harder as she hugged Steve about the neck. "And you will have fun, oui"" she asked hopefully. "You will not miss us too much to enjoy Mama?"
"Of course, I will miss you, but it's been a long time since your Mama and I have gone dancing," he told her. In fact, he couldn't recall a time when they'd ever gone dancing since their wedding day. They were usually too busy working or spending time with their children to go on dates anymore, and while neither Steve or Lucy ever complained, it was kind of nice of Natasha to have arranged it for them. "I just hope I don't step on your Mama's toes!"
"Mama is a doctor," Lianne assured him confidently. "If you breaks her, she will fix!" She kissed his cheek with a giggle, looking down at Martin curiously. "Is it time yet?" she asked her brother plaintively. It was one thing to be in on the fun, but quite another to be denied access to Mama for an hour and half.
"I hope I don't break her toes!" Steve said with another chuckle, though it was a very real fear of his. He might be a super solider and a hero and an Avenger, but he wasn't a very good dancer, and he knew it.
Martin stopped singing to look at the Iron Man watch Uncle Tony had bought him for Christmas. "Bientot!" he replied. "Mama said she would call us when she is ready."
Steve kissed Lianne's cheek before setting her down on the floor, frowning thoughtfully. "She's been up there a long time."
"Aunt Tasha said that Mama is beautiful but she does not know how to make herself door stopping lee beautiful," Lianne shared with her father and brother. "And that's what she is doing." A snuffle from the floor by the couch caught her attention, and she giggled again, this time at the sight of Thor the Husky and Cheri the kitten cuddled up together and fast asleep.
The real Thor had yet to meet his namesake, and Steve hoped he wouldn't be too offended to find their dog shared his name. At least, Lianne had chosen Cheri for the kitten, rather than Natasha, though he thought she might have been amused, if she had. "Door-stoppingly?" Steve echoed with a smile. "Such a big word! Your English is getting better, ma petite," he praised her. "Now, before your Mama and I go out for the evening, I need you both to promise me something," he said, crouching down and tugging both children close. "
Lianne was sitting on the end of her parents' bed, little feet kicking as she grinned up at her father. "You look tres belle, Papa."
"Mmm," Steve murmured, tugging at the hem of his uniform as he scrutinized his reflection in the mirror. "It's a little snug," he said, wondering if he'd gained a little weight since he'd worn it last. If he had, it was likely all muscle, as it was nearly impossible for Steve Rogers to get fat.
"Tres beau," Martin corrected, sitting cross-legged on the bed beside his sister and idly toying with a couple of plastic toy replicas of Black Widow and Captain America. "Mama looks tres belle," he corrected further in a big-brotherly tone of voice.
Lianne turned her soft brown eyes onto her brother curiously as he corrected her. "Beau for l'hommes, and belle for les femmes"" she asked him, wanting to get it right in her head before she tried to translate it. As good as she was with English, she was still only a little girl. It would take a little more time before she spoke fluently in English all the time. Her head swung back toward her father, admiring him in his uniform. "There is buckle at back, Papa," she pointed out, gesturing to the back of his uniform jacket. "Can it go loose more?"
"Oui, c'est vrai," Martin replied, in perfect French. His English was a little better than his sister's, but then he was a few years older and had had a little more time to practice.
"Oh," Steve said, turning to try and catch a glimpse of that buckle in the mirror. "That's right. I forgot. It's been a long time since I've worn this. Would you like to help me with it, ma petite"" He could have carried on the entire conversation in fluent French and sometimes did, but they'd never master English if he was always indulging in French.
Beaming at her brother for his confirmation that she had it right, Lianne fairly leaped off the bed in response to Steve's request, pattering over to fiddle with the buckle at his back. Her aim was to loosen it just a little, and with her smaller fingers, she stood a better chance of it than he did. "Will Mama be in a uniform too, Papa?" she asked curiously as she worked. The only uniform she'd ever seen Lucy in was the one she had worn at S.H.I.E.L.D H.Q., and that didn't seem quite right for a night out with Papa.
"No, I think your Mama will be wearing a dress," he replied, as she worked the buckle loose, so that he could breathe easier. Had it really been so long since he'd last worn his uniform' He certainly looked dashing in it, even if he didn't think so himself. "Aunt Tasha got us tickets to a tea dance. I don't suppose you know what that is," he mused aloud, frowning thoughtfully as his own reflection and wondering if anyone would recognize him in that uniform. He hoped not. It wasn't often he and Lucy got to spend an evening out, and he didn't want anything to ruin it.
"Do you dance around tea?" Lianne asked, her voice sounding from the small of his back. Only Martin could see the impish little grin on her face as she settled the buckle neatly once again, knowing perfectly well what a tea dance was. She also knew what Lucy was going to be wearing, because she and Martin had been in on that, too. The only child in the house who hadn't been in on the whole scheme was Jamie, and he was currently crawling around the floor of the spare room while Natasha pinned Lucy down to do her hair and make up.
"No," Steve replied with a chuckle, as he turned to scoop the little girl up off the floor. "They call it a tea dance because you drink tea and dance," he told her, as he waltzed her in his arms about the room. "Martin, sing us a song!"
The boy hopped off the bed and belted out the first song that came to mind, which just happened to be La Marseillaise, which wasn't a song that was very good for dancing.
"A dance song, Martin, not a marching song!" Steve said, laughing.
Giggling, Lianne squealed as she was swept up into her Papa's arms, holding on tight as he waltzed her around the bedroom, little feet dangling. Martin's addition to their fun only made her laugh harder as she hugged Steve about the neck. "And you will have fun, oui"" she asked hopefully. "You will not miss us too much to enjoy Mama?"
"Of course, I will miss you, but it's been a long time since your Mama and I have gone dancing," he told her. In fact, he couldn't recall a time when they'd ever gone dancing since their wedding day. They were usually too busy working or spending time with their children to go on dates anymore, and while neither Steve or Lucy ever complained, it was kind of nice of Natasha to have arranged it for them. "I just hope I don't step on your Mama's toes!"
"Mama is a doctor," Lianne assured him confidently. "If you breaks her, she will fix!" She kissed his cheek with a giggle, looking down at Martin curiously. "Is it time yet?" she asked her brother plaintively. It was one thing to be in on the fun, but quite another to be denied access to Mama for an hour and half.
"I hope I don't break her toes!" Steve said with another chuckle, though it was a very real fear of his. He might be a super solider and a hero and an Avenger, but he wasn't a very good dancer, and he knew it.
Martin stopped singing to look at the Iron Man watch Uncle Tony had bought him for Christmas. "Bientot!" he replied. "Mama said she would call us when she is ready."
Steve kissed Lianne's cheek before setting her down on the floor, frowning thoughtfully. "She's been up there a long time."
"Aunt Tasha said that Mama is beautiful but she does not know how to make herself door stopping lee beautiful," Lianne shared with her father and brother. "And that's what she is doing." A snuffle from the floor by the couch caught her attention, and she giggled again, this time at the sight of Thor the Husky and Cheri the kitten cuddled up together and fast asleep.
The real Thor had yet to meet his namesake, and Steve hoped he wouldn't be too offended to find their dog shared his name. At least, Lianne had chosen Cheri for the kitten, rather than Natasha, though he thought she might have been amused, if she had. "Door-stoppingly?" Steve echoed with a smile. "Such a big word! Your English is getting better, ma petite," he praised her. "Now, before your Mama and I go out for the evening, I need you both to promise me something," he said, crouching down and tugging both children close. "