"Any plans this weekend?" Sam asked Steve as they left work, they there way to a little diner to meet their friends.
"Uh. Since a certain friend hasn't finished all his reports to help me plan Buck's party...I'm meeting a... a consultant on bachelor party planning." Steve said keeping his eyes locked straight ahead of him because, though he technically wasn't lying, he still didn't feel like meeting Sam's eyes.
"Wow man, look at you, going all out for this. I'm sure Bucky would be happy with whatever you plan though. Even if it is just all of playing pool or something."
"Yeah. No I know. I just want to make it special you know."
"You're a good friend Steve," Sam threw his arm around Steve's shoulders. "That's why I'm choosing you as my best man as well."
Steve stopped walking, bringing Sam to a hurtling stop as well. He unhooked himself from Sam's arm and turned to face him. "You're gonna ask Simmons to marry you?"
Sam nodded cheerily, "well not yet, I want to let Buck and Nat have their whole thing, then Jemma and I will have ours."
"Well it's about time. Congrats bro." Steve enveloped Sam in a bear hug. "Do you have the ring?"
Sam tapped Steve's back and whispered something that sounded like uncle. Steve quickly let go of him and eagerly awaited the answer.
"Well," Sam said rolling is shoulders to asses for damage from Steve's hug, "I was going to ask Nat if she could be my undercover agent and find out Jemma's ring size and what ring she wanted. But then of course Nat had to go and get engaged so..."
"Well hey," Steve offered without a thought, "as you're best man I'll do it."
"Um. Thanks bro but you're not the most covert guy I know. I was thinking maybe Jane could somehow sneak it in there or something, in between some science talk or whatever." Sam shrugged.
"Yeah, cause that's a whole lot more discrete." Steve laughed, though he was happy Sam didn't take him up on his offer, that would have been a very interesting conversation to start with Jemma.
When they arrived at the diner Sam was attacked by Jemma. As she jumped up towards him she shrieked, "I got the job! I got the job!"
Sam twirled her around as he kissed her. Steve took that as his cue to walk away and say hello to the soon to be married couple.
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"So Steve if you ever wanted to do an interview with Stark in person, instead of on the phone, I can be your new in." Jemma beamed at him from across the table.
Steve's face went red. "Wow. Uh thanks Jemma." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Actually, I was able to get to meet him in person."
"That's not what it said in the report you gave to Fury." Sam eyed him as he grabbed another handful of fries.
"No uh. Not for the interview. Afterwards." Steve grabbed his soda and took a long drawn out sip, his eyes intent on memorizing the lid of the soda. He looked back up hoping the conversation had moved on already but everybody was still staring at him. He finished his sip.
"Afterwards as in last Friday-I'm not coming into work cause I'm fake sick-afterwards? Or as in I had such a great weekend but I'm not going to tell you anything about it? Or the I didn't get any sleep at all Monday night and for some reason that makes me act all goofy and happy at work? Or was it last night when you said that you didn't finish getting all the things for your review article till like 1 am, which was weird because you've finished those things in four hours max, and you were all goofy today at work and in an even more hippy hurray attitude than usual" Sam finished.
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