Really, Diego. You’re not fooling any of us. Everyone’s just distracted, dealing with ending up here and worrying about getting back that no one’s noticed. I like Daisy. Don’t get me wrong, I’m worried that she’s suffered some traumatic brain injury that’s made her like you, but she could do worse…
[ He stood there, staring at his sister with a look between annoyance and contemplating. Diego could insist nothing was going on with Daisy so his siblings wouldn’t butt into his life or he could come clean. It wasn’t that he objected to a relationship (especially given that he was the one to instigate it), he hesitated disclosing it without talking to Daisy first. It was as much her news to share as it was his.
However, this was also Allison. She’d more than likely tell Luther but he was actually trustworthy when it came to keeping confidences. Not that Diego shared many but he simply noticed his brother wasn’t one to normally gossip. Only to Allison. Vanya was more interested in the family secrets, although Diego had a feeling that was now a thing of the past after discovering her abilities—just the fact that she had any. Five didn’t really care about their personal lives. Klaus would get too invested and it was the last thing Diego wanted was Number Four getting involved.
His sister could guess he was processing, deciding on how to respond in the span of silence since she stopped speaking. ]
Have you taken her anywhere yet? You don’t look like you’ve changed into something other than your usual getup.
Taken her somewhere? Like a date? [ Not exactly admitting to anything but also not denying it either. …Typical Diego. ] You think she’d like that? She’s always working. You really think she wants to… [ What do people do on dates? ] …go out to eat, go dancing, watch a movie after… after a long day doing whatever shit she and SHIELD do?
So that’s a no, you haven’t taken her on a date. Or maybe that’s not the type of relationship you two have? That would actually make more sense.
[ Now Diego just glared at her. Nothing pensive, just annoyance. ]
Well if it’s not just hooking up to scratch an itch, take her out. I mean, if you like her and actually want something real. Or just keep doing what you’re doing.
[ He rolled his eyes but didn’t skulk off as he usually did. It was a sign that Diego was listening. ]
It doesn’t have to be all of it in one night, Diego. Dress up, but not too dressy, take her somewhere nice for dinner. Talk about her day without having to cook or clean up after. Maybe you don’t drink but doesn’t mean she won’t enjoy one. Show up cleaned up, a single flower or a small bouquet. Put some effort in.
[ So there he was, waiting for her at SHIELD after texting a good bit during the day to find out when she was getting back. He’d told her he would be waiting for her and did that. Maybe Allison had gotten into his head or Diego had already given some thought to a date. He liked their quiet nights together but becoming more should probably mean doing more.
Not that Diego was getting impatient or unhappy with how they were doing. It was more than enough to kiss and spar/train and fall asleep , rinse and repeat. Daisy didn’t exactly have a nine to five. They found time when they could. In that regard, it was long overdue to have a special night. He hadn’t told his family about being more than friends and he hadn’t told them of not leaving her when they figured out how to get back to their timeline either.
They would probably talk about that over dinner. …If they made their reservation. He was going to wear a path in the floor as he paced while waiting for her.
Diego dressed all in black but not his usual outfit. He wore a black blazer, black collared shirt, black dress pants and black dress shoes with a number of strategically placed knives. The single daisy he’d picked on the way over was in his hand, the other hand stuffed in a pocket while he waited. ]
[ Those quiet nights with Diego are what get Daisy through some of the hardest days. She doesn't always talk about those things with him, trying her best to leave work behind when they're together, but she does her best to make sure he knows how much she enjoys their time together. It's more than just that, of course. He gives her something to look forward to instead of just going home to an empty apartment. He helps chase away the loneliness when her family is living their own lives.
Their time together is wonderful. Diego makes her laugh. He makes her roll her eyes with his ridiculous sense of humor and childlike grins. He makes her... happy. It's that last part that terrifies her because she's never been allowed to be happy for long.
(She tries not to think about the day when he'll inevitably leave — this world or just her, by his volition or not.)
Knowing he'll be meeting her, Daisy freshens up when she gets back from the mission, pulling on her nicer backup clothes she keeps stashed at HQ. Usually, it's reserved for if she has to suddenly attend some function or other, SHIELD needing to make nice with some bigwig. Today, though, the outfit has a much more exciting fate.
She loves seeing the look on Diego's face whenever he catches her out of her jeans and long-sleeved t-shirt uniform. Her own expression is probably pretty similar as she emerges from the depths of the building and catches sight of him standing there in the public lobby, words escaping her as her eyes wander over his form. When she finds her voice again, it's for an oh-so-intelligent, slightly dumbfounded utterance that she hopes no one else is witness to. ]
You took the word right out of my mouth. [ He quipped through a wide smile, nearly leaning in for a kiss but managing to remember where they were when footsteps sounded in the distance. Diego tried to show respect for her when around SHIELD, something he hadn't done when they initially met. ...He really tried to forget how he acted then.
It seemed so long ago as they stood looking at each other. He offered her his elbow to take. ] I made reservations at this ramen bar. They make everything from scratch, no preservatives or processed ingredients. After dinner, it's up to you. There's a dance club on one side and karaoke on the other.
[ There was also the offer to go home if she had a long day that didn't need to be said. He wouldn't say it but his world revolved around her, happy to finally have someone that actually liked him for him and understood not just what made him tick but his history.
Every day that passed, he wanted another with her. Diego had decided to remain in her world rather than return with his siblings to their universe and timeline. He hadn't told anyone yet but the decision was made should the subject come up. That just might be the case with dinner tonight. ]
[ A small part of Daisy almost wishes he would do those stereotypical moves of swooping in for a kiss in front of people or literally sweeping her off her feet in public. A much larger part, however, notices and appreciates the way he acts toward her when they're around people she works with. That means more to her than any grand gesture ever could.
Looping her hand through his elbow, she can't help but shake her head with a moderately astonished smile. A reservation? Dancing or karaoke? It's nothing like their usual nights together. He's put in actual effort and... Well, it's surprising. In a good way. ]
I didn't take you for the dancing or karaokeing type. [ Her smile grows as they start walking. ] What brought all this on?
[ Eventually, Diego might make her regret ever wishing for classic romantic gestures. He had the desire but hadn't completely gotten over his reservations, not just because of her job or his past failed relationships. They both had experienced some devastating losses and as much as he wanted something real together, his heart couldn't take losing someone he loved again so soon.
He hadn't told her of the nightmares where he'd started seeing her face instead of Eudora, lying there dead. It was foolish to even think Daisy would befall the same fate after everything he knew of her line of work. Diego couldn't chance it regardless. However, he was also doing shit job of not falling in love. Allison had made that much clear.
With a restrained smile, he answered Daisy. ] I'm a 'whatever brings a smile to your face' type, minus a few exceptions. You can forget a threesome, no matter how much you like Jason Momoa. [ He shot her a fiendish grin then continued genuinely after a quick shrug. ]
I love staying in with you but don't want you thinking that's all the effort you're worth to me. Because you're worth getting clean shaven, putting on a tuxedo and going ballroom dancing. You're worth me trying to make them Hello Fresh meals--[ He'd gotten sentimental and quickly reverted to teasing, evident in his tone. ]--maybe eventually upgrading to Blue Apron.
[ The Jason Momoa comment earns him an exaggerated eye roll, though she smiles her way through it, amusement at his antics infusing the moment. But then he barrels right into more meaningful statements of feelings and gestures and... Well, there's some teasing at the end too, but it doesn't cheapen the emotions he'd laid bare before her. It might not mean a whole lot to him that he's making gestures like this, but it means the absolute world to her. ]
Well, lucky for you, while I think you'd look really good in a tux, I'm not big on ballroom dancing. I've done it for missions but I kind of hated every second of it. And as for cooking— [ she shakes her head at herself ] unless you want the building burned down, the best I can do is maybe help chop ingredients. I can hack into the NSA but no one should ever let me man a stove for anything more than grilled cheese.
[ And she can only manage that one because she'd convinced Coulson to show her how. He'd even told her his secret ingredient after their trip through time, which is a secret she'll cherish forever and take to her grave. ]
But for tonight, let's get through dinner and then see what we feel like?
So what you're saying is we should stick to take-out and tango instead, got it. [ With a warm grin, he gave her the quip after her confession and opened the passenger door for her. ] Dinner and leaving the night open after sounds like a plan.
[ Diego extended a hand for her to take if Daisy needed it to get into the car. He closed the door when she was situated then did a slight jog to the driver's side. They would be at the restaurant in no time, sadly without any further conversation on the way because both Klaus and Luther called him continuously in the short drive. ]
Sorry about that. The last thing I want is not to answer then they come looking for me. [ The apology came with a frustrated face as he rolled to a stop for the valet at the restaurant. Diego quickly put the phone away and moved to exit the car, handing over the keys then extending an elbow again to Daisy for the walk inside. ]
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[ He stood there, staring at his sister with a look between annoyance and contemplating. Diego could insist nothing was going on with Daisy so his siblings wouldn’t butt into his life or he could come clean. It wasn’t that he objected to a relationship (especially given that he was the one to instigate it), he hesitated disclosing it without talking to Daisy first. It was as much her news to share as it was his.
However, this was also Allison. She’d more than likely tell Luther but he was actually trustworthy when it came to keeping confidences. Not that Diego shared many but he simply noticed his brother wasn’t one to normally gossip. Only to Allison. Vanya was more interested in the family secrets, although Diego had a feeling that was now a thing of the past after discovering her abilities—just the fact that she had any. Five didn’t really care about their personal lives. Klaus would get too invested and it was the last thing Diego wanted was Number Four getting involved.
His sister could guess he was processing, deciding on how to respond in the span of silence since she stopped speaking. ]
Have you taken her anywhere yet? You don’t look like you’ve changed into something other than your usual getup.
Taken her somewhere? Like a date? [ Not exactly admitting to anything but also not denying it either. …Typical Diego. ] You think she’d like that? She’s always working. You really think she wants to… [ What do people do on dates? ] …go out to eat, go dancing, watch a movie after… after a long day doing whatever shit she and SHIELD do?
So that’s a no, you haven’t taken her on a date. Or maybe that’s not the type of relationship you two have? That would actually make more sense.
[ Now Diego just glared at her. Nothing pensive, just annoyance. ]
Well if it’s not just hooking up to scratch an itch, take her out. I mean, if you like her and actually want something real. Or just keep doing what you’re doing.
[ He rolled his eyes but didn’t skulk off as he usually did. It was a sign that Diego was listening. ]
It doesn’t have to be all of it in one night, Diego. Dress up, but not too dressy, take her somewhere nice for dinner. Talk about her day without having to cook or clean up after. Maybe you don’t drink but doesn’t mean she won’t enjoy one. Show up cleaned up, a single flower or a small bouquet. Put some effort in.
[ So there he was, waiting for her at SHIELD after texting a good bit during the day to find out when she was getting back. He’d told her he would be waiting for her and did that. Maybe Allison had gotten into his head or Diego had already given some thought to a date. He liked their quiet nights together but becoming more should probably mean doing more.
Not that Diego was getting impatient or unhappy with how they were doing. It was more than enough to kiss and spar/train and fall asleep , rinse and repeat. Daisy didn’t exactly have a nine to five. They found time when they could. In that regard, it was long overdue to have a special night. He hadn’t told his family about being more than friends and he hadn’t told them of not leaving her when they figured out how to get back to their timeline either.
They would probably talk about that over dinner. …If they made their reservation. He was going to wear a path in the floor as he paced while waiting for her.
Diego dressed all in black but not his usual outfit. He wore a black blazer, black collared shirt, black dress pants and black dress shoes with a number of strategically placed knives. The single daisy he’d picked on the way over was in his hand, the other hand stuffed in a pocket while he waited. ]
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Their time together is wonderful. Diego makes her laugh. He makes her roll her eyes with his ridiculous sense of humor and childlike grins. He makes her... happy. It's that last part that terrifies her because she's never been allowed to be happy for long.
(She tries not to think about the day when he'll inevitably leave — this world or just her, by his volition or not.)
Knowing he'll be meeting her, Daisy freshens up when she gets back from the mission, pulling on her nicer backup clothes she keeps stashed at HQ. Usually, it's reserved for if she has to suddenly attend some function or other, SHIELD needing to make nice with some bigwig. Today, though, the outfit has a much more exciting fate.
She loves seeing the look on Diego's face whenever he catches her out of her jeans and long-sleeved t-shirt uniform. Her own expression is probably pretty similar as she emerges from the depths of the building and catches sight of him standing there in the public lobby, words escaping her as her eyes wander over his form. When she finds her voice again, it's for an oh-so-intelligent, slightly dumbfounded utterance that she hopes no one else is witness to. ]
Wow.
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It seemed so long ago as they stood looking at each other. He offered her his elbow to take. ] I made reservations at this ramen bar. They make everything from scratch, no preservatives or processed ingredients. After dinner, it's up to you. There's a dance club on one side and karaoke on the other.
[ There was also the offer to go home if she had a long day that didn't need to be said. He wouldn't say it but his world revolved around her, happy to finally have someone that actually liked him for him and understood not just what made him tick but his history.
Every day that passed, he wanted another with her. Diego had decided to remain in her world rather than return with his siblings to their universe and timeline. He hadn't told anyone yet but the decision was made should the subject come up. That just might be the case with dinner tonight. ]
Your chariot awaits.
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Looping her hand through his elbow, she can't help but shake her head with a moderately astonished smile. A reservation? Dancing or karaoke? It's nothing like their usual nights together. He's put in actual effort and... Well, it's surprising. In a good way. ]
I didn't take you for the dancing or karaokeing type. [ Her smile grows as they start walking. ] What brought all this on?
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He hadn't told her of the nightmares where he'd started seeing her face instead of Eudora, lying there dead. It was foolish to even think Daisy would befall the same fate after everything he knew of her line of work. Diego couldn't chance it regardless. However, he was also doing shit job of not falling in love. Allison had made that much clear.
With a restrained smile, he answered Daisy. ] I'm a 'whatever brings a smile to your face' type, minus a few exceptions. You can forget a threesome, no matter how much you like Jason Momoa. [ He shot her a fiendish grin then continued genuinely after a quick shrug. ]
I love staying in with you but don't want you thinking that's all the effort you're worth to me. Because you're worth getting clean shaven, putting on a tuxedo and going ballroom dancing. You're worth me trying to make them Hello Fresh meals--[ He'd gotten sentimental and quickly reverted to teasing, evident in his tone. ]--maybe eventually upgrading to Blue Apron.
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Well, lucky for you, while I think you'd look really good in a tux, I'm not big on ballroom dancing. I've done it for missions but I kind of hated every second of it. And as for cooking— [ she shakes her head at herself ] unless you want the building burned down, the best I can do is maybe help chop ingredients. I can hack into the NSA but no one should ever let me man a stove for anything more than grilled cheese.
[ And she can only manage that one because she'd convinced Coulson to show her how. He'd even told her his secret ingredient after their trip through time, which is a secret she'll cherish forever and take to her grave. ]
But for tonight, let's get through dinner and then see what we feel like?
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[ Diego extended a hand for her to take if Daisy needed it to get into the car. He closed the door when she was situated then did a slight jog to the driver's side. They would be at the restaurant in no time, sadly without any further conversation on the way because both Klaus and Luther called him continuously in the short drive. ]
Sorry about that. The last thing I want is not to answer then they come looking for me. [ The apology came with a frustrated face as he rolled to a stop for the valet at the restaurant. Diego quickly put the phone away and moved to exit the car, handing over the keys then extending an elbow again to Daisy for the walk inside. ]