[This was far more of a casual affair than most of their other dates. It was about being comfortable, and they decided on nothing fancy or classy but rather made their way to one of the many pubs that Hell had. He had vowed not to get drunk this time, to keep it casual and to simply enjoy the evening. He had left Stella quietly in charge or at least his eyes and ears of the household for when Kenzi and Chase would no doubt watch movies too loud and get too drunk or high to be able to actually be functioning adults.

But now, halfway through their night and with a plate of what Hell called nachos and something that might have been chicken wings, they were casually drinking some alcohol and enjoying one another's company in the far corner where both of them could survey the entire room. It was loud, most conversations drowning out their own, which was how they both liked it too.

And he was playing gentle footsy with Rumlow too. He would slide his foot along his commander's calf, intent on listening to whatever Rumlow had to say and continued to pepper questions that finally moved away from work and daily Hell activities and turned to where he was endlessly curious.]

Did you do well in grade school when you were young? You're obviously very intelligent to the point where it seems like you would be bored in school. What did you want to be when you grew up?