How bad can it be?
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brovengersIt's been twelve hours since Howard first crept into Dr. Banner's lab to try and avoid Peggy Carter's piercing-- and possibly flesh-rending-- gaze. Which surprisingly, aside from his short scuffle with her over his decision to bait a Johann Schmidt impersonator over the Internet, has actually been somewhat successful.
So when the sun slips low behind the horizon and the city lights glitter visibly in the glass paneling surrounding the lab, Howard decides it's about time to face the music and see if he can't work a little magic on Peggy's heart. At least enough to reduce his punishment from a potentially broken nose to a hard slap on the mouth.
He tilts the plexiglass monitor in his hand, flicking a few files over towards Banner's screen and dropping it onto the table before the incoming data message has any time to chime in. Aside from a few tendrils of hair that've wandered out of place over the course of the day, he looks surprisingly well put together; he hopes it'll work to his advantage as he curls his lips into an uneasy little grin, tilting his head down to give Miss Carter a full-on puppy dog stare.
"Before you start shooting at me," he says, cautiously approaching the exit, hands held up in surrender, "can I at least offer to make it up to you by sending you out there to see Rogers face to face?"
So when the sun slips low behind the horizon and the city lights glitter visibly in the glass paneling surrounding the lab, Howard decides it's about time to face the music and see if he can't work a little magic on Peggy's heart. At least enough to reduce his punishment from a potentially broken nose to a hard slap on the mouth.
He tilts the plexiglass monitor in his hand, flicking a few files over towards Banner's screen and dropping it onto the table before the incoming data message has any time to chime in. Aside from a few tendrils of hair that've wandered out of place over the course of the day, he looks surprisingly well put together; he hopes it'll work to his advantage as he curls his lips into an uneasy little grin, tilting his head down to give Miss Carter a full-on puppy dog stare.
"Before you start shooting at me," he says, cautiously approaching the exit, hands held up in surrender, "can I at least offer to make it up to you by sending you out there to see Rogers face to face?"
