She paused as her foot tucked back beneath her chair, knowing what she had distracted him from asking her. And the truth was that, yes, she was curious, but at the same time, she wasn't sure she wanted to know what he'd learned from the Director. She lowered the last part of her sandwich, reaching for the cup of coffee he'd set out for her. "Yes, I am going to ask," she said after taking a slow sip, lifting her eyes to his once again. "How did it go with One-Eye Snooty?"
"Name calling doesn't really become you, Lucy," he admonished mildly. He had a feeling Lucy and Fury were never going to be close friends, but that didn't mean they couldn't at least show each other a little respect. She might be Tony Stark's sister, but that didn't mean she had to emulate him. "It actually went pretty well. He asked me to remind you that feeding him his eye patch could be hazardous to your health." He couldn't help but smirk just a little as he told her that, picking his sandwich back up with the intentions of finishing it off.
Something flared in her gaze for a moment when he scolded her, however lightly, rebelling against being told off in whatever form it came. But that was just a part of her fierce nature, and for his sake, she knew she'd try to keep her petty moments to a minimum. "All right, all right," she murmured, lowering her eyes to her food as he went on. The warning passed on through Steve actually made her laugh, one hand hurriedly going to her mouth to keep him from seeing the mouthful she was trying to chew at the same time. "Oh my God, the man has a sense of humor!"
He smiled at her realization, only having just realized the same thing a short while ago. "Apparently, he's as human as the rest of us. He also told me the sooner we're married the better and made sure I understood he was talking about you and not Agent Croft." He finished off his sandwich and took up a French fry, using it as a utensil to scoop up some of the sauce that had dripped from the roll.
She blinked, somewhat thrown by that last comment. "Why would he think you thought he was talking about Croft?" she asked in no little confusion, licking her fingers clean before she, too, turned to the rest of the contents of her plate, chasing sauce around with fries rather than go for her fork. "Did he say anything about being able to call Liv?"
"Even better," he replied, hoping to give her the good news before he gave her the bad news. "Croft is escorting us to the portal so we can go fetch your sister and her boyfriend for the wedding, but before we go, we have to decide on the details." Church, guests, if any, and whatever else went into arranging for a wedding. He realized suddenly that he hadn't given it all that much thought and didn't even have a ring.
The smile that rose on Lucy's face was Liv's smile, the softer, little girl smile that only ever rose when she was promised the company of or in the presence of her twin sister. "We can go and get her ourselves?" she repeated, genuinely pleased with this prospect. "No big men in dark suits going to scare the hell out of her first, just us?" It was difficult to fake pure pleasure, and Lucy was positively glowing with delight at the thought of being able not only to tell her sister everything in person, but of being able to introduce Johnny to Steve and watch him go fanboy. "What sort of details does he want?" she added curiously. "I mean, I assume this isn't going to be a big deal. All we need is a venue, a priest, a pair of rings, and somewhere to have the wedding night." The more personal details, such as clothing, she thought she could handle on Rhy'Din.
He mirrored her smile, pleased by her reaction to at least this bit of news before he got to the more serious stuff. "Yeah, we can leave as soon as we're rested and ready to go." It seemed Director Fury was not as much of a tyrant as he at first seemed. "He wants us to stay the night, make sure we're rested and recuperated before we head out. Your things are being sent to my apartment in Brooklyn. Croft is going to be our chaffeur." Since Steve had left his bike back at his apartment, and he wasn't planning on taking it through the portal this time around.
He shrugged his shoulders as she continued. "It can be as big a deal as you want, Luce." He didn't really care either way. He had no family and he just wanted to be married, but he also didn't want to cheat her of a big white wedding, if that's what she wanted. It was ironic how now that it came down to it, the question of a wedding wasn't as simple as it had at first seemed. He idly ran a french fry around his plate, chasing a bit of elusive meat mixture. "I just want us to be together, that's all."
"I don't need a big white wedding," she told him, hard on the heels of his assurance. "But I'd like to do it properly." She hesitated for a moment before going on. "You know, you can get almost anything made in Rhy'Din at short notice. I think all we really need to ask S.H.I.E.L.D. for is the church, the priest, and a hotel for Liv and Johnny. Everything else, we can do for ourselves." She paused, reaching across the table to curl her fingers around his wrist. "But only if you want that, too, love," Lucy said firmly. "It's your wedding, too."
"Fury suggested using S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ for the wedding, but I think we should get married in a church. Is that too old fashioned?" he asked, though from what she said, she seemed in agreement. He lifted his hand as her fingers reached for his to twine them with hers, repeating what he'd said only a moment before. "I just want us to be together, Lucy. I know marriage is probably an old-fashioned notion, but I want to do things right. I want to make you my wife."
She smiled gently, squeezing her fingers between his. For an old-fashioned fellow, he didn't seem to mind the fact that his fiancee was wearing his underwear and little else, and was pretty set on spending every night in his bed with him before the wedding and after it. "It's only old-fashioned to the people who don't have something special to share," she said softly. "And you're right, we should get married in a church. If Fury wants us in a S.H.I.E.L.D. installation, then he can build one and have it consecrated."