In Which Knitting Is Odd
She was easily the most confusing person Steve Rogers had ever met. It wasn't that she was a very complicated person. The girl herself had described herself as three things; a glorified babysitter, sarcasm, and... A great rack... But, really, for such a simple person, the girl really did through him for a loop. Like now, he thought. She was knitting. Now, that wasn't strange in itself, he had known plenty of people who knit. No, it was the fact that she was knitting upside down, hanging from one of the rafters of the lab that confused him.
"Oh, Darcy, knitting again?"asked Doctor Foster, looking up from her work too rummaged through a box full of spare parts. She ignored the strange position her ex-intern was in.
"Yup."said the young dame, popping the 'p'.
The scientist looked at her for a fraction of second, and her brows furrowed. Her gaze was intense, and for such a small woman, she had a piercing stare. The fact that the young woman ignored her gaze only made it seem even more bizarre.
"Make me a new scarf would you? I like that color."said the older woman finally, and she went back to her work.
"Can do."
Steve decided the best course of action was to leave the equations the Doc had left him to give on his desk, and retreated as fast as he could. Maybe Darcy Lewis wasn't the only confusing person in the tower... And just maybe woman were really that strange.
