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Tony grinned when she said that this place was good enough for her. Good, because he wasn't going to change his mind from this place anyway. When they got seated at the table, he just picked up a menu and heard the hushed voices from the workers there. It wasn't strange for him to be in the center of attention, but sometimes he just wanted to be left alone. Oh well, he couldn't always get what he wished.
Looking up at the waitress, he didn't really care to notice the make up and the hairspray. When Sabrina was saying her order, he saw that the waitress was just looking at him like he was some piece of meat. "Well, you should really take her order instead of gawk," he commented to the waitress, not really in the mood to handle with a waitress that wanted his attention. "We are on a time crunch."
They weren't really on a time crunch, it would probably just make the waitress go a little faster. He saw that the waitress quickly nodded her head, and then looked at Sabrina. "What did you want?" she asked, sounding a bit rude. Of course, she wanted Tony to notice her, but he wasn't going to be interested in a waitress. She might have been good looking, but he was not going to give her the time of day.
"Well, obviously she wanted three eggs scrambled with cheese, bacon, sausage, white toast and coke," he answered, waving her off. "And I want a cheeseburger with fries. Coke for me as well."
When Tony wanted something done, he was going to get it done.
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Beatrix held onto her pen, and then looked down at the file again. "Well, you certainly don't need to change your appearance, Steve," she commented, letting a small laugh escape her lips. "We are not going to be that drastic. All we are doing is changing your name, and moving you to a new location to make sure no other agent finds you. The only people who have access to you are me, Fury, and Agent Coulson."
She finished signing a paper, and then looked at him once more after pushing some papers to him as well as handing him another pen. "Read over these and sign them, it is just saying that you agree to be under my care as I teach you history and everything else that falls under that," she told him. "Oh, and don't worry, I am not a dull teacher, so you are in good hands."
Standing up from her seat, she walked over to the small record player that was in the corner of the room. With a smile, she played some jazz music that was easily played back in his time period. As she played the music, she looked back at him over her shoulder with a curious glance. "Do you dance, Steve?"
Looking up at the waitress, he didn't really care to notice the make up and the hairspray. When Sabrina was saying her order, he saw that the waitress was just looking at him like he was some piece of meat. "Well, you should really take her order instead of gawk," he commented to the waitress, not really in the mood to handle with a waitress that wanted his attention. "We are on a time crunch."
They weren't really on a time crunch, it would probably just make the waitress go a little faster. He saw that the waitress quickly nodded her head, and then looked at Sabrina. "What did you want?" she asked, sounding a bit rude. Of course, she wanted Tony to notice her, but he wasn't going to be interested in a waitress. She might have been good looking, but he was not going to give her the time of day.
"Well, obviously she wanted three eggs scrambled with cheese, bacon, sausage, white toast and coke," he answered, waving her off. "And I want a cheeseburger with fries. Coke for me as well."
When Tony wanted something done, he was going to get it done.
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Beatrix held onto her pen, and then looked down at the file again. "Well, you certainly don't need to change your appearance, Steve," she commented, letting a small laugh escape her lips. "We are not going to be that drastic. All we are doing is changing your name, and moving you to a new location to make sure no other agent finds you. The only people who have access to you are me, Fury, and Agent Coulson."
She finished signing a paper, and then looked at him once more after pushing some papers to him as well as handing him another pen. "Read over these and sign them, it is just saying that you agree to be under my care as I teach you history and everything else that falls under that," she told him. "Oh, and don't worry, I am not a dull teacher, so you are in good hands."
Standing up from her seat, she walked over to the small record player that was in the corner of the room. With a smile, she played some jazz music that was easily played back in his time period. As she played the music, she looked back at him over her shoulder with a curious glance. "Do you dance, Steve?"