1964-02-05 - Like Springtime
Summary: A typical grocery store meet and potential romance!
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Theme Song: None
logan may 


The market in Queens isn't exactly a usual place you'd find Logan, but he's been spending more time in the city since hooking up with SHIELD. The place he's rented isn't much, just a place he can lay his head if he doesn't feel like trying to go all the way back out to his cabin. He's buying a few basic supplies, but fruits and veggies are few and far between out of season.

He looks up as he hears someone else coming into the aisle next to him, almost bumping into her, "'scuse me, ma'am," he says in his roughneck voice.

*

Feeding a million people isn't a job that most could actually take on. But for once, May is giving herself a break, only taking care of the neighbors while the mom is sick, and May herself even though she doesn't eat much and her house wasn't as full as it used to be. So pushing the cart filled with an assortment of fruits and vegetables was a staple of grocery shopping, even not watching where she was going as she moved down the isle, her gaze lifted to attempt to read the sign when..

"Hmm!?" May blurts out, her brows raising as she takes a step back, attempting to push and move her cart out of the way but.. the wheel itself was stuck! "Oh.. gosh I.. I didn't mean to get in your way. I… trying.." She grunts a little, performing a push and tug of the cart, her cheeks flushing in the meanwhile. "I don't .. know what's wrong with this darn thing.."

*

Logan grins at the attractive woman, shaking his head, "Ain't no thing, darlin', you didn't break nothin' o' mine," he says. "Lemme take a look," he says. He kneels down to get a closer look at the wheels of the cart.

"This thing's seen some wear an' tear. Stores never replace 'em, though, easier just to let folks fuss," he says. "If it's troublin' yah, I'll bug the shopkeep fer a little grease. Or else I can just help ya carry a few things."

*

She wasn't dressed as much. Typical skirt and heavy coat for the winter, her hair done up in a loose bun that allows a bit of the brown and gray to spread. Some of it dangled in front of her face, and her cheeks had a certain rosiness through her pale features. Her makeup was light, for a purpose, she was just only going to grocery shop. "Oh.. it's not necess—.." But there was no stopping the man, he was rough and gruff, and quite a looker himself. Not that May was watching.

"Oh no no, it's really not necessary. I just have a habit of picking the bad carts. It's my fault really, I didn't check to see how it would work out in the long run by giving it a few pushes.." She smiles though, his offer was generous. "I.. I can't trouble you. If you don't mind waiting here, I can just go fetch a new cart and you could carry on with your business.."

*

Logan grins at all her talk, "You sure do like to fuss, don'tcha?" he says with a rascally twinkle in his eye. "Ain't no trouble fer me. I got no plans, nowhere to go, except home to a hot plate an' a can o' beans that probably ain't gonna be too heartbroken I show up a bit late," he says. "C'mon, lemme grab a few of these things fer ya. I can even help ya carry 'em home, if ya need," he says. "Or do folks not do that sorta thing for others anymore?"

*

May starts to fuss a bit more (according to him), her lips parting but snapping closed as she breaks out into a faint giggle, her head turning away so that her hand could reach up and touch her lips. "I'm sorry.." She murmurs quietly, then hitches her purse upon her shoulder, determined to not refuse the kind man again. "Oh.. well, that won't do. Just beans?" She looks almost aghast, her head shaking as she turns to gather a few things from her cart. "Well, I am not sure what others do." She admits quietly. "I do sometimes find a kind young boy or girl to help me with my groceries, and I pay them, but that's about it." She looks thoughtful for a moment. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." She shuffles with her groceries, attempting to wriggle and worm her hand out for a shake.

*

Logan smiles, "My name's Logan, ma'am," he says. "Yeah, just beans. I ain't never been much of a cook myself. Had a girl out where I been workin', used to come by and make me food every now and again. Good kid, helpin' out an old man, but she got caught up with school an' stuff. And now I'm workin' more in the city, so I'm back on my own again," he says.

"S'okay. I been on my own plenty," he says. "I live pretty close around here now. Maybe I can save ya a buck or two, let the kids earn their keep another way, huh?"

*

"Logan. I adore that name.." May admits, finally shuffling towards a nearby empty cart so that everything could be placed inside. She listens, a little frown placed upon her lips as she carefully takes the items from his grasp, even allowing his own to be added to the mix. "Oh bully, you're not that old, Mr. Logan. I'm May, by the way." Finally, with her hands free, she reaches out to shake his hand if he'll allow it.

"But.. I wouldn't want to put you out. I do a lot of shopping here, and.." She gestures around. "..sometimes I do have a car that'll help me get from here and there. Really, it's all right."

*

Logan takes her hand, shaking it firmly. "May. Darlin' buds of spring and all that. Seems about right," he says. "An' I'm older'n I look. Even if I weren't, as the sayin' goes, it ain't the years, it's the mileage," he sasy.

"I'm a good hand with a car, too, if you ever need any help in that regard. I got an old bike that I keep parked around the alley by my place. Luckily, most o' yer street punk types get the message t'leave my things alone pretty quick," he says.

*

Oh, how this curmudgeon could make a woman blush! Her hand is withdrawn from his as she places both of them upon the cart, stopping at an odd shelf here and there to add to the slight growing mass of food that was collected. "Well it seems like you're just a jack of all trades.." She grins, leaning in to lightly bump his shoulder before she rights her path into another idle. "..those things are dangerous. Motorcycles. But I always admire the man or woman who could actually handle those mechanical beasts." She shivers briefly. "So what do you do for a living, Mr. Logan?"

*

Logan grins, "I never minded a bit o' danger. Keeps the blood warm," he says, walking along beside her and easily carrying the excess load. "At the moment, I'm doin' a little bit of contracting for an old friend. Helpin' her with her new business an' stuff, keepin' the employees in line, keeping their noses clean,' he says. "Mostly security work, though. I had a lotta jobs over the years. Man's gotta keep busy," he says."

*

May chuckles softly, soon moving towards the line to begin to load the groceries upon the belt. "I understand that sentiment." She offers. "Ever since my husband died, I just.. needed something to keep going. So I've been volunteering here and there where there is a need. Cooking, cleaning, taking care of babies while their parents were attempting to get on their feet. That sort of business." She nods faintly, finally emptying the cart as she begins to suss out what was his and hers. "I don't live too far from here myself, so it shouldn't be that much of a walk."

*

Logan nods, "I know that can be rough. I had a wife myself once…a long time ago. She died, too," he says. He doesn't go into circumstances, any more than he pries after May's. "Keeping busy's definitely one of the best ways to handle it. I dunno if I always handled it the right way," he says. "But that's what scars are for - to remind us," he says.

He rings up his own meager purchases afterwards - beans, bacon, a six pack of beer and a pineapple. "Seemed kind festive," he says.

*

May offers a sympathetic look as he speaks about his own wife, her head shaking briefly as she murmurs softly. "We all have our own way of dealing with our grief. We just have to find something that works for us to keep us going.. or not.." Those last words were haunting, there were secrets she held there, something that she herself didn't want to speak on. Though she does brighten considerably, laughing just a touch as she tilts her head to signify that she was leaving the store. The bags were in hand, and yet once she steps out into the cold, she shivers considerably, struggling to sinch her coat tight to keep her neck warm.

*

Logan takes a moment to help her with her coat, tugging on it, "Need to get yerself a scarf," he says. Carefully, he puts an arm around her shoulder, offering her a bit of his body heat, which seems to radiate off the stocky man like steam. "Short trip, like ya said," he says, letting her lead the way as he keeps some of her groceries in the crook of his arm, the others dangling in the grip of his hand.

*

His assistance with her coat draws a deeper blush, even moreso than she had in the store. She says nothing as her chin tilts downward, the wrap of his arm about her shoulders and the transferrence of heat was a welcome thing. But still, she was so.. jarred by his kindness and forwardness that she couldn't rebuff, thank, or even form a basic reply to his words. "Mmhmm.." She quietly grunts, keeping her chin down as she watches her feet, occasionally lifting her eyes to check the directions of her apartment. It.. would be a short walk if they kept with her normal pace, but it was a slow moving pace, one that bides it's time.

*

Logan doesn't mind, he can take the cold better than most. "I always liked this neighborhood," he says. "Kinda cozy, all the houses all close up together like. Makes it real neighborly. Of course, the neighbors usually weren't as pretty as you," he says.

Yeah, he's hitting on her and rather shamelessly at that, but why not? He didn't see a lot of pretty, age-appropriate women in his life - at least that didn't have the potential to try and kill his ass at any given moment.

*

May smiles as she finally looks up to her surroundings. He was right, it was the reason why she chose her apartment in this neighborhood. There were nothing but families and children around that made it worth the price. Which wasn't much. But it was something. Even his compliment draws out another faint blush, her head shaking as she pulls away from him in that moment, content to walk apart for his compliments were enough to warm her cold bones.

"Oh gosh.. stop it, Mr. Logan." She jests, finally turning onto a path where a small apartment building rests. "This is me.." She states, yet still bothered by the fact that all he eats.. are beans. "..I suggest you come inside. Warm up just a little, and I'll make you a plate to go as thanks. I still have leftovers from last night."

*

Logan smiles, "Ain't no thanks necessary, but that don't mean I ain't gonna take ya up on it. I ain't so much a fool as to pass on a plate o' home cookin'<" he says.

He helps her up to her door, carrying things inside, "Point me toward the kitchen?" he says, coming along with her as he gives her a chance to get her coat off and such.

*

She grins as he takes her bags, her keys rustling within her jacket as she opens the door for him to step in. "Straight ahead, to the left." She indicates, closing the door behind them with a lock to the knob as her keys were hung upon the hook.

The apartment wasn't much. It had it's basic necessities for a woman of her age. Her living room had a couch, a reading sofa with a lamp nearby and a television, a radio that sits upon a shelf with a slew of books that litter the corner. Some of those books were school books, a few others were her own choices of reading. And upon a few of those bookshelves were pictures, pictures of a happy family that once was.

The kitchen was fully stocked yet clean, though the table itself was small and built for one, a faint hint of cinnamon lingers in the air which tells of a cobbler that was left in the oven, a very small cobbler, built for one person. "Bread goes into the bin and leave the ketchup out, please! I'm going to go and freshen up." And right towards the bathroom she goes, soon closing the door behind her.

"God May, what the hell are you doing!" She hisses quietly to herself. "I mean, he's handsome, but.. he's a stranger. Why, he could kill you right now in the bathroom, is what Peter would joke.." As she fusses over herself, she begins to wash her hands, scrubbing incessantly as she bitches herself out. "Oh Ben.. if you could see me now.." She says sadly, looking towards herself in the mirror.

*

Logan puts away the groceries as best he can, following her instructions. He takes off his bomber jacket, hanging it on the rack by the door, leaving him in his flannel and t-shirt, along with his jeans and boots. He thinks about lighting a stogie, but thinks better of it - he feels like he ought to ask permission, which just goes to show that he's already a little smitten. He isn't usually the type to ask.

"Hey, you mind if I smoke, darlin'? S'okay if I can't, I can stick my head out a window," he calls out, trying to keep himself busy while she's freshening, inhaling deeply and taking in the scents of the place. The masculine scents are old, fading memories, other than some adolescent ones. She has a kid or had one recently staying here. Teenage boys are stinky.

*

The water was soon turned off, her wet hands dabbing away at her face as she reaches for the towel, cleaning her hands and then dabbing once more to dry herself. "Just crack a window!" She calls out, leaning against the sink there after to fix her hair into place, then soon exits the bathroom after turning off the lights.

Her shoes were soon put aside as she begins to make her way into the kitchen, searching the cabinents for tupperware that he could use. "I wish you hadn't told me that all you eat were beans. I have more than enough food, and since I by extra for my neighbor since she's ill to feed her husband and young son, I can afford to spare you a plate as well."

*

Logan has the front window open, leaning out of it a bit and looking out at the cool night, blowing smoke from his cigar. His weight is bracedo on his elbows, his broad body stretched out a bit as he looks back at her, able to peek around the corner to just get a glimpse.

"If I put ya out o' any food too much, you lemme know an' I'll restock ya. Sorry to hear about yer neighbor, though. If she needs any help carryin' an' fixin', lemme know," he says.

*

She finds suitable containers, not looking in Logan's direction but focused on the task at hand. She begins to gather the food, pulling it out of the fridge and onto the counter, the drawers shuffled through as a big spoon is gathered to begin to spoon various meats and vegetables upon the tupperware made plate. "Oh no. Don't worry about it." She states. "I mean, you've already done so much in such a little space of time, food is hardly the cost of your kindness."

She smiles back towards him, then focuses upon the food again. "Oh! That's very kind! I know Francis' husband isn't the handy sort. So there are a few things that they need fixing. I suppose you could take a look at the radiator? It was a bit chilly when I stopped there last night. And I often walk their son to school, though next week I won't be able to. I'll have my shift as the homeless shelter to contend with.."

*

Logan smiles, "Be happy to do it," he says. "The work I do, it ain't exactly steady. Pays okay, but I could sit idle for weeks with nothin' to do, then I'm busy and away from home for a month," he says. "Last time I had too much time on my hands, I built myself a log cabin in somebody's backyard," he smirks.

He closes the window as he finishes his stogie, carefully putting it out before he tucks the butt in the garbage. "Need any help?" he says, leaning in the doorframe to the kitchen.

*

"They certainly don't make 'em like you anymore.." Perhaps that was May's own way of flirting, but she doesn't dwell upon it too much, but she couldn't help but laugh at the mention of a log cabin and well, she was impressed! But she gives a shake of her head, finally capping off the container with a push shut, then snapping it off again.. and putting it back on.

"I just need a bag." She states, moving into the oven to retrieve the cobbler, with only one section missing which remained wrapped in its foil.

*

Logan figures she's got a drawer for bags and, after just a few quick false checks, he finds the right one, pulling one out and bringing it over to her. "Don't know if they ever made 'em exactly like me. Ain't braggin', but I am…well, maybe not one of a kind, but there ain't many in the mold," he says.

He leans against the counter, watching her put things away, "So, how long does a man gotta know you before he can tell you how good you smell? Because, by god, it's been on my mind since the market."

*

Once the bag was presented, her brows raise at his boldness, and soon the food was put inside, the bag sinched up carefully for him to carry. But this his further words or.. question has her blanching, her brows lifting as she takes a step back. Not because she was afraid, but she couldn't believe what she just said. "M.. what?" -Now- he was really hitting on her, and she had -no- rebuttal for it. "I.. really think you should go right now, Mr. Logan." She clears her throat, then gestures towards the door. "I have a lot to do tonight, and.. uh.." Man, she was nervous, so much that she laughs and just shakes her head. "..I'll see you soon."

*

Logan stands still for a moment and nods, "If that's what you want, o' course,' he says. "I ain't entirely sure it really is, but that's okay, I just ain't the type to pretend, May," he says.

"Don't get me wrong, happy to help no matter what. That goes for your neighbor friends, too. But I see a beautiful woman, I'm gonna tell her so. Been that way my whole life, ain't about to change now," he says with a soft, sad smile. "But I don't wanna impose."

*

"I.." Flummoxed, so much so that she shoves the bag of food into his hands just so that she could find something to do with hers. She straightens up, fixing her shirt about her as she tries to fight the way her cheeks burn with a flush of emotions. "I.." She tries again, her hand lifting and waving through the air, her head shaking as she turns to wrap the rest of the food up. "..you're not imposing but.." Ben. She hasn't dated or seen anyone in a romantic sense, since his passing. In fact, even the thought of it.. just frightens her. "..it's complicated.." She finally breathes out, her hands shaking, but easily covered by the turning on of the water and the incessant washing of her hands again.

*

Logan doesn't rush for the door, but doesn't push himself in on her. He's willing to wait his turn, until he can speak, letting her finish washing her hands. "Complicated I get," he says. "Not that long since you lost him," he says. "If you ain't ready, you ain't ready and I respect that," he says.

"I guess it's just…I like ya. You seem like the most straight decent, kind-hearted, thoughtful, pretty woman - and it ain't the same as a girl, you know what I mean - that I met in a good while. So, when you're ready…if you're ready…you lemme know," he says.

*

"A few years.." She comments quietly, allowing a sniff to play upon her nose as she finally finishes washing her hands. She shakes them out, her chin lifting as she lets out a soft sigh, and with a turn she begins to regard him with sad eyes. Sad eyes that look almost rough, even as her brown hair nearly falls from her bun that obscures her vision.

"Ready for what, Mr. Logan?" She asks, though there was no ire in her voice. "I.. he's all I've known in my life. I don't even know what to expect anymore."

She frowns, her bottom lip trembling. "I don't even know what to do. I don't know what to expect. I.. I just met you.." She gestures at him. "..I don't even know who you are."

*

Logan shakes his head, "Findin' out who I am…and me findin' out about you…is part of it," he says. "I ain't askin' for nothin' but a chance," he says. "Time was, a man would have to go to a woman's daddy to ask for permission," he says.

He moves closer to her and takes her hands in his, pulling her to face him, "I ain't askin' to slide into his…role. Or his place,' he says. "Couldn't do it if I tried," he says. "I'm like a key, I only fit places where I belong.'

"But…I'd be lying if I said I didn't wanna kiss ya or get to know ya or just…sit with ya a spell, if you'd allow it," he says. "Truth be told, I'm pretty sure I'll take whatever scraps ya give me, smile an' say thank ya,' he grins. "I won't pretend I'm worthy o' yer attention, but I'm gonna try an' get some of it anyway."

*

May just shakes her head, her eyes closing attempting to imagine the prospects of not being alone. Of having her life filled by something else, something once familiar and now lost, but she just couldn't see it. Even as he takes her hand, which she doesn't pull away, her eyes open to look towards him as he lips form into a thin line. And he was hitting all of the right words, so much that she nearly melts where she stands, a breath taken in and released as if she had made her decision right then and there.

"We.. we'll see.." She says quietly, her hand slowly pulled from his, her own fingers twisting to toy with the wedding ring that remained upon her finger. "Just.. I just need time." And it was sad, May actually really, really liked him. "Is that alright?"

*

Logan takes her wrist and squeezes her hand. He kisses the knuckle of her index finger and then lets it go, nodding, "Time I got plenty of," he says. "I just didn't…I couldn't -not- say somethin', if you get my meanin'?" he says. "I don't get a lotta people like you in my life. Means I gotta try an' keep ya when I can," he says.

He reaches over and turns off the faucet, 'Now, how 'bout we try a bit o' that food, maybe listen to the radio a bit? I think Jack Benny's about to come on any minute now," he says."

*

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