"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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"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.