If he knew what she was thinking during his own mental gymnastics, he'd be embarrassed. But then, the whole point is that clearly he doesn't know what she's thinking, because she's asked to go eat with him. The only person who's ever done that has been his best friend since they were 7.
Hearing that she's new here actually does put him a little more at ease. Sure New York City still gets all sorts of immigrants, both foreign and American from other parts of the country, but Steve's never really had much cause to meet any of them before, unless they move to his little section of Brooklyn. And if they've made it that far, usually they're already fairly jaded. Daisy's just... nice. Not in a naive sort of way, but... friendly, optimistic, in a way most New Yorker's aren't. Hell, as polite and sometimes annoyingly optimistic as Steve himself is, he's not all that friendly sometimes.
"Okay, sure. It's not, nothin' fancy really, but fresh food, tastes pretty good. Which is harder to find sometimes than you'd think," he confides. They are going from a national depression straight into war rationing, so it's a bigger achievement than it might normally sound like. But who knows, maybe she's from some small town where fresh produce is easier to come by than the over-crowded, industrialized City.
With that in mind, he tries to make some casual conversation. "So, where're you from? Just, upstate, or? Visiting some family, or movin' here for somethin'?"
...Is that too personal to ask someone you just met? God, he can't remember what's polite when faced with a... well, a pretty face.
There are exactly two outcomes whenever Daisy Johnson has to build a cover story on the fly — either she does it flawlessly and without a single hitch, or something trips her up and sends her into a spiral of utter failure where she's undoubtedly caught. In this particular instance, she is really hoping that the former wins out.
"I actually lived here when I was younger," she answers smoothly, constructing the lies upon foundations of truth to make them easier to sell. "At Saint Agnes Orphanage."
Part of her aches to say the words out loud. Even after knowing the reason her childhood had been the way it was, the ties to SHIELD that had helped keep her safe, she still can't forget how much those years had scarred her. But that's not what today is about now.
"I moved away a while ago and I'm only back now for work," she elaborates easily. "I'm, uh, not sure how long I'll be in town, but it's nice to meet people while I am."
While he may not know how to talk to women specifically, Steve does possess more than an ounce of tact. He tries not to wince when Daisy mentions living in an orphanage; she may not seem overly upset about it, stating it as any other fact, but Steve knows a thing or two about glossing over the truly painful parts of your life. The way she moves on quickly, and glosses over pretty much all of her life up to the present, gives him enough context to know he shouldn't ask any questions regarding that part of her life. If she wants to tell him later, she will.
Later. There's not going to be a later, he realizes. Even if he manages not to bungle this encounter up, he's leaving for basic training in less than two weeks. And either he'll be selected for Erskine's experiment and who knows when he'll see her again, or... Or he'll come home a failure, and won't want to see her again anyway.
Best to just make the most of their meal together, then.
"People... Well. I was gonna say people are pretty good at helpin' each other out around here, but. Maybe that depends on what part of town you're in. We try to look out for each other, though. Hopefully you can get your legs underneath ya real quick. It's..." He shrugged, a little helplessly. "We live in interesting times, as Mrs. Chen likes to say. Uh, a neighbor."
Words can't express how much she appreciates that he doesn't just latch on to the information she's given him about herself. So many other people would have asked about the orphanage or offered their sympathies for her hard life, but he just lets it slip past them. Perhaps he'll mention it later, but for now, she's been given a pass for which she's grateful.
She hopes there's a later. It's stupid, she knows what lies ahead for him, knows how much she should stay away so as not to mess up the timeline even further. But there's a part of her that... Well, she's already inserted herself to his life this much, and depending which theory you ascribe to, maybe she'd always been there. Maybe the Steve she met years ago already knew her.
And that's as far as she lets herself go because that way lies Migraine City.
"A neighbor?" She'd much rather focus the conversation on him. "Do you live in one of the neighbors with a Chinese population?"
He's from Brooklyn, Coulson had mentioned it a thousand times, but hopefully it will keep things going. And hopefully, he'll assume she's looking for an area to settle in herself — she's Chinese by birth, after all.
"Oh, well." Steve shrugs at the question, feeling weirdly self-conscious. He's not used to talking about himself - he's not used to anyone showing an interest in him. And it's not like Bucky ever had to ask, he was always right there with him. Steve didn't make friends, really.
"It's not--well yeah, there's a few Chinese, it's really just all the 'unwanted' immigrants." His tone of voice shows that's not his own choice of description. "Irish, Chinese, Italian, but that's mostly if they're Catholic really. Bucky - that's, he's my best friend - he's Italian Catholic. I think a lot of the families meet on different jobs, looking for a place to stay that's cheap. My dad was already there when he and Ma met, so."
He shrugs again. "It's a little melting pot, inside the big melting pot of the U.S."
"It sounds really nice," she comments quietly, an almost wistful quality to her tone. She means it. A neighborhood of the 'unwanted' of society, with people looking out for each other, helping each other... Not once in her life has she lived somewhere quite like that. Hell, she's never really lived in a neighborhood where she got to know her neighbors. The closest she'd ever come was living on a SHIELD base and that wasn't quite the same.
"I hope I find somewhere nice like that to stay," she continues, a bit brighter now. "I'm in a hotel right now and it's... It's cold and impersonal. I've never really had a home before, and I think I'd like to now, for however long it lasts."
What she says gives him pause. It's not exactly suspicious, but he feels cautious about the situation. It wouldn't be the first time someone's looked at him and thought 'easy mark.' But that's not the feeling he gets. He has been told on occasion that his gut reaction is to believe the best in people though, and it's not even something he can dispute. But Daisy sounds so sincere, and her later comment about finding a place to stay doesn't sound wheedling or asking for pity or charity.
"I... I mean, if you want, I can ask around, see if there's somewhere. Or, well... pretty soon my apartment will be empty." He waves the papers he's still clutching a little. "I'll be heading off for some training, you could stay at my place then. Not for another couple weeks almost, but still. Somethin' to look forward to?"
Their conversation has taken them from the edge of the fair down a few side streets, and now Steve pulls to a stop, and gestures up at the marquis of a little diner. "Speaking of; food."
The way he just came out and offered her his apartment when they'd only just met, and when he had no idea if things would work out in the future... What kind of person did that? A good one, she thinks, the type of person who would give someone the shirt off their back if they needed it more.
Stopping beside him and glancing briefly up at the sign, Daisy gives Steve a grateful smile, trying to make sure that he understands her sincerity. "You're really sweet to offer that," she tells him. "If you wouldn't mind asking around, I'd appreciate it."
And then, her smile brightening almost comically, she steps up to the door, not waiting for any potential sign of chivalry; she can open her own doors. "But now, food."
After her thanks, Steve watches her for a couple more seconds; he really should have opened the door for her, but he would have been comically late even if she'd given him the chance, so he's only a little put-out by it. Daisy's something different, and combined with his usual bumbling attempts at interacting with women, he's definitely thrown for a loop. But it's... kind of nice. She's not some date he's trying to impress, mostly to save Bucky's reputation instead of his own, or even that he has any romantic inclinations towards her - she's gorgeous, but Steve's lived his whole life with barely even any friends, he'd feel lucky if he got even that much from her, and he certainly wouldn't expect anything more just because she's the opposite sex.
Plus, he'll be leaving soon, he remembers, glancing down at the papers as he follows her into the diner. Glancing around, he sees they'e arrived somewhere between 'empty' and 'dinner rush'. There are several people, single and in groups, dotted around at the various tables and booths, but it's not packed. Probably there's only this many people because it's close to the Fair.
Steve taps Daisy's arm and gestures to a table free against the wall - a little tucked away from the major traffic spots, in view of the window but not spotlighted in it from outside. It is, essentially, a place to sit and be hidden in plain sight, something he doesn't realize he does, but something he prefers nonetheless.
"So, did you catch the Stark expo earlier?" he asks. "It was pretty wild." And he doesn't just mean the not-flying flying car.
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Hearing that she's new here actually does put him a little more at ease. Sure New York City still gets all sorts of immigrants, both foreign and American from other parts of the country, but Steve's never really had much cause to meet any of them before, unless they move to his little section of Brooklyn. And if they've made it that far, usually they're already fairly jaded. Daisy's just... nice. Not in a naive sort of way, but... friendly, optimistic, in a way most New Yorker's aren't. Hell, as polite and sometimes annoyingly optimistic as Steve himself is, he's not all that friendly sometimes.
"Okay, sure. It's not, nothin' fancy really, but fresh food, tastes pretty good. Which is harder to find sometimes than you'd think," he confides. They are going from a national depression straight into war rationing, so it's a bigger achievement than it might normally sound like. But who knows, maybe she's from some small town where fresh produce is easier to come by than the over-crowded, industrialized City.
With that in mind, he tries to make some casual conversation. "So, where're you from? Just, upstate, or? Visiting some family, or movin' here for somethin'?"
...Is that too personal to ask someone you just met? God, he can't remember what's polite when faced with a... well, a pretty face.
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"I actually lived here when I was younger," she answers smoothly, constructing the lies upon foundations of truth to make them easier to sell. "At Saint Agnes Orphanage."
Part of her aches to say the words out loud. Even after knowing the reason her childhood had been the way it was, the ties to SHIELD that had helped keep her safe, she still can't forget how much those years had scarred her. But that's not what today is about now.
"I moved away a while ago and I'm only back now for work," she elaborates easily. "I'm, uh, not sure how long I'll be in town, but it's nice to meet people while I am."
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Later. There's not going to be a later, he realizes. Even if he manages not to bungle this encounter up, he's leaving for basic training in less than two weeks. And either he'll be selected for Erskine's experiment and who knows when he'll see her again, or... Or he'll come home a failure, and won't want to see her again anyway.
Best to just make the most of their meal together, then.
"People... Well. I was gonna say people are pretty good at helpin' each other out around here, but. Maybe that depends on what part of town you're in. We try to look out for each other, though. Hopefully you can get your legs underneath ya real quick. It's..." He shrugged, a little helplessly. "We live in interesting times, as Mrs. Chen likes to say. Uh, a neighbor."
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She hopes there's a later. It's stupid, she knows what lies ahead for him, knows how much she should stay away so as not to mess up the timeline even further. But there's a part of her that... Well, she's already inserted herself to his life this much, and depending which theory you ascribe to, maybe she'd always been there. Maybe the Steve she met years ago already knew her.
And that's as far as she lets herself go because that way lies Migraine City.
"A neighbor?" She'd much rather focus the conversation on him. "Do you live in one of the neighbors with a Chinese population?"
He's from Brooklyn, Coulson had mentioned it a thousand times, but hopefully it will keep things going. And hopefully, he'll assume she's looking for an area to settle in herself — she's Chinese by birth, after all.
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"It's not--well yeah, there's a few Chinese, it's really just all the 'unwanted' immigrants." His tone of voice shows that's not his own choice of description. "Irish, Chinese, Italian, but that's mostly if they're Catholic really. Bucky - that's, he's my best friend - he's Italian Catholic. I think a lot of the families meet on different jobs, looking for a place to stay that's cheap. My dad was already there when he and Ma met, so."
He shrugs again. "It's a little melting pot, inside the big melting pot of the U.S."
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"I hope I find somewhere nice like that to stay," she continues, a bit brighter now. "I'm in a hotel right now and it's... It's cold and impersonal. I've never really had a home before, and I think I'd like to now, for however long it lasts."
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"I... I mean, if you want, I can ask around, see if there's somewhere. Or, well... pretty soon my apartment will be empty." He waves the papers he's still clutching a little. "I'll be heading off for some training, you could stay at my place then. Not for another couple weeks almost, but still. Somethin' to look forward to?"
Their conversation has taken them from the edge of the fair down a few side streets, and now Steve pulls to a stop, and gestures up at the marquis of a little diner. "Speaking of; food."
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Stopping beside him and glancing briefly up at the sign, Daisy gives Steve a grateful smile, trying to make sure that he understands her sincerity. "You're really sweet to offer that," she tells him. "If you wouldn't mind asking around, I'd appreciate it."
And then, her smile brightening almost comically, she steps up to the door, not waiting for any potential sign of chivalry; she can open her own doors. "But now, food."
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Plus, he'll be leaving soon, he remembers, glancing down at the papers as he follows her into the diner. Glancing around, he sees they'e arrived somewhere between 'empty' and 'dinner rush'. There are several people, single and in groups, dotted around at the various tables and booths, but it's not packed. Probably there's only this many people because it's close to the Fair.
Steve taps Daisy's arm and gestures to a table free against the wall - a little tucked away from the major traffic spots, in view of the window but not spotlighted in it from outside. It is, essentially, a place to sit and be hidden in plain sight, something he doesn't realize he does, but something he prefers nonetheless.
"So, did you catch the Stark expo earlier?" he asks. "It was pretty wild." And he doesn't just mean the not-flying flying car.