In Which Jane Gets Her Sexy On

Steve stared at what was happening in front of him with fascination. Now, it was a horror filled fascination, but fascination nonetheless. Her singing was horrible, off key, but happy as she danced a top the lab's counter tops. Her hips shimmed, her feet tapped, and her hair swayed with her graceful, but drunk movements. The scientists, who, incidentally she was suppose to take care of, and prevent from doing such movements, were laughing and singing along, just as drunk. The only sober one was Doc Bruce Banner who was looking at the dancing girl with amusement.

"Tony?"he asked as he watched the billionaire join the girl on the tabletop.

"Tony."replied the man, shaking his head with more amusement.

Steve sighed slightly as he watched both Tony and Darcy strutted over, their hips shaking, comically in Tony's case. She reached out a hand, and crooned out to him to join him. For a brief second, if he squinted his eyes, he thought she could see as a great singer of his time, hair high and lips tinted red... And then she blew a raspberry, eyes crossing as she rocked backwards with laughter, the drunken billionaire catching her before she fell on her backside.

"We've made a break through on the bifrost. Tony brought out the booze."hiccuped Jane Foster, smiling gently at him, her brown eyes sparkling. Steve smiled at her, pleased at the thought of the woman getting her prince back, so to speak.

"AND JANE'S GOING TO GET HER SEXY ON!"cried out the ex-intern, jumping up to smoother kisses on her blushing boss. But not before thrusting her hips in a very suggestive manner.

Steve, dispute himself, blushed to the roots at her implications. And he felt regret that he had come to ask what on earth what Stark Wars was.