1963-10-19 - Happy Makes Me Nervous
Summary: Heather isn't answering her phone again so David comes around to check on her. There's kissing. And cuteness. And discussion of Weapon X.
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Theme Song: None
maverick heather 


Heather's apartment is the scene of a certain amount of chaos. There are outfits draped over most of the available furniture as well as shopping bags, still full, stacked up on the kitchen table. Someone has been remarkably busy. The phone is buried under a heap of winter coats, including a very nice fur that is newly out of storage.

Heather blows back in from gathering an over-large dinner order that was just delivered to the front desk. She wasn't thinking and ordered the usual order, for her and at least one other person. The delivery man and the concierge and the elderly gentleman in the elevator all seem to have mostly survived the fact that she's hardly dressed save for a slip and dressing gown Mac brought back from Shanghai. Why put on clothes if you're just trying on outfits?

Humming happily, Heather patters into her kitchen to serve herself up some food. And a beer. She rarely drinks beer but she's in the mood. It's cold and she's hot, she's so warm. The dressing gown gets draped over the fridge because that's the nearest thing.

*

In his defense, David tried to call ahead. More than once, in point of fact. But whether it was due to bad timing or simple distraction, his calls went unanswered. And so, once again, it is a worried David North that finally steps off of the elevator and strides down the hallway towards Heather's apartment.

With his key in hand, he stops just outside and lifts a hand to knock before noticing the door is actually ajar. Tensing, he slowly pushes the door open enough to cautiously peek inside around the edge…

…and blinks. Well. Okay, this is… this is probably preferable to what he was beginning to worry about. David clears his throat as he slips inside, reaching back to close the door behind himself. "Heather? You, ah, forgot to close your door."

*

"David! Perfect, I ordered too much Chinese food!" Heather arrives at the door and throws it open all at once. "Don't you look wonderful? I almost forgot exactly how handsome you are." She looks… well. Healthy. Yes, that's a good word. All of her looks healthy. Her hair is loose over her shoulders and she's wearing…not much. A little pink something that one would have to look closer at to identify as a very nice, expensive pink French silk slip.

"My saviour." Heather grabs David by his tie and stands on her toes to kiss him on the mouth. Shamelessly. Practically right in the hallway. Where there are other people.

*

At least one of them appears to be fully in posession of their senses, though it does take David half a heartbeat to remember. Sue him — having Heather grab him and kiss him like that is very distracting.

But he does remember himself. David does not interrupt the kiss, however, just hooks both of his arms around her waist and lifts her up, somewhat awkwardly walking her back into the privacy of her apartment, then catches the door with his hip and bumps it closed.

David does eventually come up for air, though, with a somewhat breathless laugh. "You're in a mood. Are you feeling alright?" he teases, raising his eyebrows at her.

*

"I got a new job. I feel wonderful." Heather kisses David again, pushing him up against the door, and relents at the last second so he can breathe, spinning away and skipping into her rather chaotic living room. "I ran into Peggy Carter. Literally, almost, and it was so embarrassing." She twirls around and then stops, facing David, bouncing a little. "She hired me. I'm going to be her assistant. Like I did for Mac, only for her at SHIELD." The last comes out as a squeak.

*

David is left mussed and leaning back against the door for support by the time Heather goes skipping away, blinking slowly. He is having a very peculiar day. "That sounds like a much better use of your time than what the UN was having you do," he muses, once he relocates his voice. He straightens up and offers her a lopsided smile. "Congratulations."

*

"I'll get us dinner." Heather stops at the kitchen counter, leans on it, and looks at him again — rather meltingly, as though she's not certain of her balance just then. "You really are the handsomest man I know, you know that? You're rather making me reconsider…eating." Her expression is not that of someone considering food. "But you are probably hungry and I should eat, right?"

*

"Keep that up and I'm going to start getting suspicious," David says wryly, peering in her direction as he slowly paces further into the apartment. "Clearly, you're trying to butter me up for something. I'm not that handsome." A pause, and he adds, "But you should eat, yes. I can't imagine you ordered this much food because you weren't hungry. And I did want to ask you for some advice."

*

"I'm all yours." Heather sashays into the kitchen to serve up their dinner. "Ask me for advice, I'm listening! And after dinner we're going to have a talk about how handsome you are. Maybe while you watch me try on my new clothes, I need the opinion of someone I care about."

*

David comes to stand behind one of the chairs at the dining room table, resting his hands against the back. He almost hates to ask, now, and risk ruining Heather's good mood. "It's… you've read the news, I imagine?" he asks slowly, drumming his fingers against the chair. "About the Project, the offers of immunity?"

*

"Yes, the news. I should have called, I'm sorry." Heather spins around to face him again. "I was so happy to read that, David. So relieved. What are you thi— Oh, where are my manners? Let me get you a beer. Keep talking," she says as she opens the fridge and bends to rummage around in the back of the bottom shelf to find David a cold beer.

*

David waves off the apology — not the beer, just the apology — and offers her a tired smile. "I'm trying to decide whether or not to do it. It feels too good to be true," he says lowly, drawing the chair back from the table and sitting down. "Considering they aren't shuttering the Project, just giving it over to a new suit… I don't know. What would you do?"

*

Heather brings over David's plate and his beer and sets them on the table in front of him, then promptly takes up residence in his lap, arms around his neck. She may be affected by the virus but there is clarity there. Just no filter.

"I say fuck their immunity," she says bluntly, before kissing David on the nose. "This thing with Stryker is all politics. Theater. And you shouldn't be a part of it. I love you and I know you want to do the right thing but you are only going to end up as the pawn of something bigger. I know politics, David. I want you to be cleared. But this is not the way. If I find out anything differently through Peggy, I will let you know."

*

This is an unusual day. David is clearly surprised by Heather's choice of seat, but that isn't about to stop him from winding an arm a round her waist in response. He gives a quiet, thoughtful rumbly in reply and nods slowly, his free hand coming up to brush some hair from Heather's face. "Okay. I won't do anything until you or Peggy tell me different," he promises. "And I'll tell Kitty as much, next time I see her."

*

"No one shutters a program that loudly, David. No one makes a show of their internationally humiliating fuck-ups that openly unless they're hiding something bigger." Heather takes David's face in her hands and kisses him fiercely. "That act is over. But I think there's at least one more act of this drama and I refuse to be Mrs. Lincoln here. Understand?"

*

David makes a muffled noise of agreement into the kiss before he nods, a rather odd smile on his face. "Yes ma'am. We'll be ready for whatever comes next. Although…" He squints playfully at her, lightly pressing the back of his hand to her forehead. "…are you sure you're feeling alright? Don't get me wrong, I am very happy to be on the receiving end of such a warm reception…"

*

"I feel great. Life is good. I feel a tad feverish but, with you here, I think it's your fault. I'm probably just too happy and don't know what to do with myself. Things going right is a shock to the system." Heather is a little warm, but she also looks happy enough. She tugs at David's tie, and kisses him again. "I should let you eat because if I don't get out of your lap, you'll be having me and not your dinner." There's a little bit of filter there. For now.

*

"We both need to eat. Come on." David drops both hands to her waist to lift her up out of his lap and back to her feet, an amused smile on his face. "That being said, we should also celebrate your new employment. I could probably be persuaded to stick around overnight if you'd like me to."

*

"I was going to say — if you think it's safe, you could move back in." Heather gets her own dinner and her beer from the counter before coming back to collapse gracefully into the chair next to David. "If you wanted." She takes a drink of beer, then adds, "I don't see any reason for you to sleep in the study. Unless that's what you want." And there goes the filter again. "Feel free to start by staying over. I'm sure I can convince you not to leave again."

*

David flusters a bit, laughing and running a hand back over his hair. "It's — I still haven't been able to deal with…" He gestures at his temple with a pair of fingers. "…but I have a lead on someone who should be able to help. So. A few days, and then it should be safe enough." He eyes her as he reaches for his fork. "…it's so strange. Being happy makes me nervous. You know what I mean, don't you?"

*

"I do. I feel a little crazy. But. You will stay tonight, right? Please say you will." Heather stops twirling noodles with her chopsticks long enough to look up at him. "I miss you. And, I have to admit, it hardly seems real that you'd want to stay… which is part of why I'm so happy to see you. It doesn't feel real when you're not here. None of it. How am I so lucky?"

The look she gives him is uncensored and genuinely smitten. "You are not the kind of person I'd expect to be interested in me. I'm always a step behind everything, I was always kind of the help. The backup. Not very interesting." And, when one has the kind of female associates that Heather did, it's easy to feel horribly drab and ordinary. She bears up well under that but, sometimes, it does get to her.

*

"I've missed you, too. I will stay tonight," David promises, leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead. After a moment's thought, he scootches his chair a bit closer to hers so that he doesn't have to retreat much, letting him wind an arm around Heather's shoulders while they eat. Better.

"You are your own worst critic, you realize," David notes with a quiet laugh, giving her a very fond look. "Heather. You're stunning, and the brightest person I know. The fact that you're interested in me at all is kind of baffling, but I'm not going to question it."

*

"Maybe being my own worst critic is for the best. It makes me try harder. But I like you flattering me." Heather kisses David on the cheek. "I've never felt quite like this about anyone, and that might be a terrible thing to say, but seeing you on the street when we met… in the middle of everything, all that mess… I thought my heart was going to stop. I'd never seen anyone more handsome, it was as though I'd never looked at you before. And I only wanted to see you again. I'm not ridiculous like that but I am when it comes to you. So you shouldn't question it."

*

"When you — Heather, I looked like shit," David laughs, hanging his head. "And that is not just me being my own worst critic talking. You did me a favor when you forced me to shave that damned beard off. I was barely even human until you picked me back up," he notes in a serious voice, giving her shoulders a squeeze. "Thank you for that, by the way. I know I've said it already, but it bears repeating."

*

"I didn't see any of that. I just…I can't explain it." Heather kisses him on the mouth this time. "Maybe I just saw past all that and saw the man I remembered, the one I probably didn't look too closely at for a really good reason." She blushes very deeply at that. "I know you were in terrible shape but I didn't care. I just wanted to take care of you and I am not in the habit of dragging men home with me, regardless of what you may think. I still thought you were the best thing I'd seen since I don't know when. I just had this feeling that, if I could just get to you, things would be all right."

*

David smiles oddly when she blushes. "Well. You weren't wrong. And I will admit, I used to expend a great deal of effort to not look too hard, myself. That would have… that would have been bad," he says with a bit of a sigh, reaching for his drink. It won't do him much good, but he's going to see how fast he can chug this entire thing.

*

"You're a good man, David. You've been a good friend and a great teammate, you always have been." Heather puts her head on his shoulder. "I'm so lucky. I really want to be a good thing in your life. That would be the best thing I can imagine, to be what makes you happy. You deserve to be happy and for it to be so normal that, some days, it's almost boring. Almost." Heather lifts her head again to give him a sly look. "You tell me if you get bored and I'll come up with something."

*

"I'm an okay man. I've done some things good men wouldn't do, but I'm okay," David allows, hugging her against his side. He meets her sly look with a rather open one, not at all sly or mischevious. "And you're not just a good thing in my life, Heather. You're the best thing in it. I'm rather keen on keeping it that way for as long as you'll let me."

*

"You're better than okay. I've always had great taste in men." Heather's expression shifts to something open and genuine — there's that smitten look again, though it's a little solemn this time. "I really do love you — not just in some ridiculous school girl way. I admire you. I respect you."

She puts a finger over David's mouth before he can tell her otherwise. "And if you don't think you deserve that now, well, I know you. You'll live up to it. If you didn't figure it out already, though, I don't do short-term very well. So I think you're stuck with me, David."

*

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