Inspired by the iconic Twiggy interview.
Sam sighed as he opened his eyes scanned the email he was just sent. The Avengers were going on a press tour of sorts, apparently, the media has been talking about how they've distanced themselves from the spotlight. This has caused all kinds of theories to fly around.
Sam's personal favorite being that they were trying to hide an ongoing throuple within the avengers, a rumor that made Steve blush every time it was mentioned. The poor soul just couldn't handle it.
The press tour he didn't mind, it was his press partner that was causing him stress. The girl was only one step better than Peter. While Peter didn't quite understand the concept of confidentiality the girl was just ditsy. The way she would accidentally embarrass herself absolutely killed Sam.
Sweets they called her. The reason being pretty clear. She was one hell of an undercover agent, but even that couldn't protect her from the judgment that always lingered on her.
To put it frankly, she's not very smart. Not in the way most people measure intelligence at least. She was terrible at math and science. A simple equation that even Clint could solve in a few minutes might take her an hour. She got all of her history and english facts mixed up. She would never be able to tell you what the war of 1912 was about and of you asked her who Shakespeare was might have to Google it.
Oh, but she knew people. She knew how to read them. How to draw them in. If the team was unsure about a person Sweetness would be the first person they introduced them to before asking her what her gut told her about them. She could pick a pocket smoother than anyone they knew and her sparring almost matched that of Natasha's. Not to mention the way she can completely alter her identity in a way that no one would recognize her as an avenger. Sadly, none of those things mattered to some people. She would always be dumb to them.
"Hello?" Steve's voice answered the phone.
"Really, Steve? It had to be Sweets?" Sam asked in despair. "You're really gonna make me suffer through those interviews with her?"
"Sam. Be nice." Steve scolded.
"C'mon, you know what I mean."
"Look, the media is mean to her. I know it, you know it, and she knows it. She's doesn't reach what they consider to be the proper intellect for an Avenger and sometimes they insult her to her face and she doesn't quite realize it until later. I thought you would be able to keep interviewers in their place without full-out attacking them as Natasha might."
Sam was ashamed of himself. He thought he was getting the short end of the stick when in reality, she just needs a little support. What he thought was shade from Steve turned out to be a compliment.
"You're right, I'm sorry. Thank you for thinking of me. Really."
The two men talked for a little longer, discussing how the rest of the press event would go and laughing at some of the other groups. Namely Tony and Peter. They could already imagine the stress that Tony's face would hold.
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Sam and Sweets sat in their chairs, speaking quietly amongst themselves as they prepared for the next interviewer. So far they had already spoken to a handful with minor hiccups occurring. If the interviewers thought negatively of Sweets they did well at hiding it. So as the next interviewer came in the two were all smiles and polite in demeanor.
It didn't take long for Sam to realize the energy in the room was changing, all thanks to the man who had just sat in front of them. He had gazed at Sweets only for a moment before turning all of his attention to Sam. He introduced himself quickly before the camera was being turned on and he was spilling out the intro to his news segment.
He made a little small talk before immediately shooting into the questions. His focus stayed on Sam for most of the interview. He asked him about his work in therapy and how that's helped him in his work with the Avengers.
Sam gladly answered the questions and even spoke of some articles he has ready recently that he had been able to apply to his work with the Avengers. He may not be able to work with the vets who were affected by war anymore but he was still keeping up with the subject.
Sweets watched him with a smile as he spoke, enjoying his passion. The way he explained the effects of PTSD and how not only people from military can suffer from it baffled her. She always admired how smart he was. She had admired how natural it was and how he didn't rub it in her face ever. He didn't rub it in anyone's face.
"What about you?" The interviewer asked her, breaking her from her trance.
"What about me?" She smiled.
"What are your views on serious topics?" He asked again.
"Like what?"
"I dunno, who's your favorite philospher?"
Sam grew tense in his seat, eyes carefully taking in the situation. Sweets chewed on her lips and her eyebrows furrowed.
"I haven't got one. I don't know any." She giggled, a smug smile grew on the man's face. Both the man and Sam opened their mouths to speak, but they were interrupted by Sweets lovely voice. "Who's yours?"
"Oh I - yknow I - I like them all," he stuttered out.
"Who?"
"Oh, all your basic philosophers-"
"Who?" She asked again, her eyebrows furrowing further.
"Just. All of them." The man's face turned red and he clenched his jaw, avoiding eye contact.
"I want to know their names, I don't know their names," she pushed further.
And then Sam saw it, the slight tug at the corner of her lips as the man scrambled for words. She's much smarter than anyone gives her credit for, and that includes her own teammates.
"Y'know, I think our time is up. It's a pleasure meeting you both."
With that note the name stood and rushed out of the room, shoving his things into his bag.
"You are an absolute genius," Sam praised when the man finally exited the room.
"Oh, stop it," she giggled.
"No really! Anyone else would've been so angry or so embarrassed that they would've just yelled at the man or not answered the question. You were so graceful." He continued.
"Well, thank you, Sam. That means a lot coming from you." She blushed, her eyes flickered between the floor and his eyes.
There was more to this girl than even he had realized.
"Hey, would you wanna grab some dinner or something after this? As a date?" He asked, smiling softly.
"There's nothing I'd like more."
