When Steve arrived, Sharon was red faced and her cheeks were puffed out with her last desperate attempt to open the bottle before he go into the kitchen and, of course, she stood there looking like, what she would consider, a fool trying to open a bottle of wine. Non-verbally admitting defeat, she handed over the bottle looking obviously disappointment that she wasn’t able to open it prior to his arrival. But he always had a way of making her feel like she was able to do something or that what she did in fact helped when truth be told, the stupid thing didn’t even budge. He was such a kind hearted person and made everyone feel special. She felt very flattered when he was someone who could make Hercules jealous… and Tony Stark.

A smile moved across her lips as she picked up the bottle and followed him to the pizzas, gently pouring the wine into each of the glasses. Right now, they both needed good wine, a greasy pizza and great company; and Sharon felt like she had both. Pouring the final glass she placed the bottle back down and took up both the glasses. She handed one of them to him with a smile. “Well, seeing as though you have a beautiful dame with you and I have an amazingly wonderful and handsome man with me this evening so work can shove it and I’m going to enjoy my time with him.” With that she turned to him, leaning against her counter, she held up her glass. “To telling work to shove it and relaxing.”