Agent Carter: Imagines And Preferences

How You Ask Each Other Out

                                                      Peggy Carter:
      Peggy approached you one day, "Do you find me attractive?"
     You quirked an eyebrow and nodded, "Well... yes..."
     "Then what's the wait?"
     "Peg, are you feelin' alright?"
     She nodded, "I'm feeling great- better than ever. A little stressed but that'll go away if you agree."
      "Agree?" You asked, "To what?"
    "A date this Saturday."
      "Oh... Well, I'd like that very much."

                                                      Howard Stark:
      You made Howard wait for months before you accepted going out with him. You weren't sure if it was serious.
       You were in his car after a party, and he was going to drive you home, "What does this lever do?"
      "Oh, don't press-" He was cut off when your seat went back, and you went down with a thud, your knees still bent.
     "Oh!" You yelped, staring at the roof of the car, "Howard? Howard!"
      He leaned over your seat, trying to reach the lever. You cleared your throat, and he met your gaze. It was an awkward position to be in...
      He blushed, and pulled sharply on the lever, nearly causing you to bump your head on the roof of his car.
"I don't think I want to know just how many ladies have been in this seat," You frowned.
Howard lowered his eyelids, "I haven't been with anyone in months."
You turned your head to get a good look at him, "And why is that?"
"I've been waiting for the right person," He glanced up at you, a small hint of a smile on his face.
You moved your hand to his cheek, cupping it gently, stroking it with your thumb, "That means more to me than you could ever know."
He bows his head again, leaning into your touch. You continue, "Would Friday be good? I would say tomorrow, but I'll be working."
He looks at you in shock, stuttering, "F-Friday? T-This F-Friday?"
"Yes. Is that alright?"
"Yes! It's perfect!" Howard smiles, leaning in to kiss you, but stopping himself, "Sorry."
He kisses your palm, which is still on his cheek, "Friday it is."

                                                       Daniel Sousa:
      "Daniel," You has said one day, "Have you ever wanted more?"
      "More?"
     "Yes." You answered.
     "More as in...?"
     "Love."
      He swallowed, "I've already found it."
     You nodded thoughtfully, "Who?"
    "Well, the truth is, you."
     "I love you, Daniel. Want to go on a real date this evening?"
     "Real date? We've gone out."
     "Yes, But It wasn't official."
     "Okay, then," He smiled, "And, Y/N?"
    "Yes?"
    "I love you, too."