Ah, she was British today.

Astrid's talent for flawlessly interchanging accents consistently fascinated Amelia. Rather, [i]everything[/i] about the eccentric woman fascinated her. From her rotating hair colors to the lack of shame whenever she sang loudly outside the diner. Even after hours after she had left the restaurant, Amelia would still be theorizing just what exactly Astrid did for a living. She has yet to settle on one concrete theory. 

“Alright, two steaks it is.” Amelia replied with a smile as she jotted down the order, “Let me go punch this in and I’ll be back to chat with you until I’m on the verge of being fired.” With that, she hurried off to the nearest computer station while almost mowing down a small child. The brunette’s excitement to interact with another human being was usually uncharacteristic of her but it wasn’t often that someone intrigued her this much. It also helped that Astrid was such a joy to speak to. Her sunny personality was rather infectious and the dingy diner always seemed to brighten up a bit whenever she came around.

If Amelia thought about it, it had been quite a while since Astrid visited. She usually stopped by once a week, maybe twice. Amelia decided she’ll add that to the list of questions she would ask the blue-haired woman. Once she typed the order into the smudged computer screen, she walked back to Astrid while keeping an eye out on her other tables with her peripheral vision. That was probably the only thing she gained out of working in this dumb. That and friendship.

“So Astrid, who’s the other steak for?” Amelia started off, a small smirk gracing her pale face, “Lunch date?”

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Steve’s blue eyes widened in a mixture of horror and embarrassment when a naked woman emerged under all the sheets lying in the middle of the floor. It got even worse when she walked out of the room without trying the least bit to cover up. He averted his eyes away when she passed him by to get to the elevators but could see her smile from the corner of his eye. He coughed to avert attention away from his blushing cheeks and waited till he heard the ding behind him.

“Stark, you haven’t been answering any of our messages. Not mine’s, not Natasha’s, not even Bruce’s.” Steve began, “We needed to check up on you after what’s happened with SHIELD but I’m assuming you already know since you're on high alert.” He made a gesture downstairs. 

“We also wanted to make sure if you were… okay.” The captain never tried to hide his distaste in Tony’s comings and goings but after New York, he knew that he could trust the man when things got tough. However, the man sitting before him in nothing but boxers was a shell of his former self. Convincing him to do just about anything was going to take a lot longer than he originally planned. And he had a meeting in half an hour.