A case of mistaken identity might lead to more than either of them expected.


Ginny: So, how is your trip?
Pansy: Don't ask
Ginny: Sound a little more excited
Pansy: All I have done is look at bloody lists and buy stuff I want for other people
Ginny: But, you are in DC, the stuff you can see
Pansy: All I have seen is shops and texts from my boss
Ginny: You need to be your own boss
Pansy: Working on it
Ginny: Work faster, I might have clients for you
Pansy: I have to go. Meeting Blaise for lunch
Ginny: Give him our love
Pansy: I think I see him. I'll be home soon
Ginny: Hurry Up. I have news

Bruce: Need a favor
Sam: What's up?
Bruce: I need some flowers for Nat
Sam: By when?
Bruce: Tonight
Sam: What time?
Bruce: 7?
Sam: When did I become a delivery service?
Bruce: Since you fly everywhere after dark
Sam: It won't be dark by 7
Bruce: Like that ever stops you
Sam: You owe me
Bruce: I'll tell the Big Guy

"Blaise! Blaise Zabini! Wait for me!"

Sam almost dropped his phone as he turned to see who was yelling at him. He was the only person in the path of the dark headed woman heading straight for him. He stopped and lifted the sunglasses from his eyes.

"Can I help you? I don't know who Blaise is, but I can try to help you find him." Sam reached out to steady her as she stopped in her tracks.

"Bloody hell, you're not Blaise," she sputtered. "I am so sorry. You looked just like him from behind. I am so embarrassed."

"Don't worry about it," Sam looked closely at the young lady who had stopped him. "Hi! Sam Wilson, at your service. What can I help you with?"

"Hello! Pansy Parkinson, hopelessly lost and embarrassed," she dropped the bags she was carrying and covered her face. "I'm in town for a couple of weeks and an old friend was supposed to meet me for tea. But, I can't remember how to get there and the bloody GPS on this thing has me going in circles."

"Sounds like you need a tour guide for the day," Sam grinned and picked up a couple of her bags. "What is the name of the place you were supposed to meet?"

"Lady Camilia's Tea Room, I think," Pansy tried to gather the rest of her bags. "If you can just point me in the right direction, I think I can find it. I don't want to keep you from your tasks."

"I'm not in a hurry to get anywhere." He smiled as Pansy juggled her bags. "I am supposed to meet a friend at the Peacock Cafe for a late lunch. We are both headed in the same direction."

"Thank you," Pansy watched the muscles in Sam's shoulders flex as he settled her bags there. "I am usually good with directions. This city turns me around every time I visit. It could also be the fact that my bloody boss seems to text me every five minutes on this blasted thing. I need to get my life together."

"It takes a while to get used to getting around this city." Sam held out his elbow for her to grab. "Care to join me? It is a beautiful day for a walk with a beautiful lady."

Pansy laid her hand in the crook of Sam's elbow. "That sounds marvelous. So, Sam Wilson, what do you do when you're not serving as a tour guide."

"I fly a little," Sam shrugged and looked up at the sky as they began to walk down the sidewalk. "A good day always involves a trip through the clouds. What do you do, Ms. Parkinson, when you are not getting lost on the streets of DC?"

"I find pretty things for the ladies of London," Pansy looked at Sam through her lashes. "A bobble here, a trinket there. LIttle things make all the difference."

"Sounds like you live an interesting life," Sam smiled down at her as they continued to walk. "I would love to get to know you better. Do you have plans for later?"

"I'll check my schedule," Pansy blushed at Sam's words. "I would love to get to know you better. What's it like in the clouds?"

"Peaceful, most of the time," Sam sighed as he stopped and turned towards her. "We're here. Lady Camilla's Tea Room."

"Thank you for the escort," Pansy reached for the bags Sam had been carrying. "How can I get in touch with you?"

Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out a small card. "I'll be a phone call away. I know a great little place for dinner if you are free."

"Falcon?" Pansy raised an eyebrow as she read his card. "This is a story I think I want to hear. Don't let your mobile run low. You never know when I may need to call you for another tour."

"I look forward to it." Sam lifted Pansy's hand and kissed her fingers. "I think your friend is waiting."

"All too soon," Pansy touched Sam's cheek. "Until next time."

Sam watched Pansy walk through the doors of Lady Camilla's. He had thought about taking his suit out for a flight this afternoon. But, now, he had to figure out how to get flowers for two dates and get them delivered on time.

Sam: I might have a date tonight
Steve: Might?
Sam: I still need to ask her out
Steve: The girl from lunch
Sam: Yeah. There is something about her
Steve: Hermione says she went to school with a Pansy Parkinson
Sam: Really? Isn't she a
Steve: Witch. Yes, and a very good one. Can you describe her?
Sam: Long dark hair, green eyes, British accent, works for a Madame Mafalda
Steve: Who did she think you were, again?
Sam: A guy named Blasie Zabini, said she went to school with him.
Steve: She says that's the same girl she went to school with. Good luck
Sam: What does that mean?
Steve: Just don't make her mad. She can cast a mean spell ...

Pansy: I hope I have the right person
Sam: Depends on who you are looking for
Pansy: I ran into this guy on my way to lunch
Pansy: He gave me his card
Sam: Black, curly hair, about 5'10", retired Air Force
Pansy: Don't know about the Air Force but he said he likes to fly
Sam: That's me
Pansy: He said something about dinner and a tour of the sights
Sam: He could pick up you up around 7:30
Pansy: He could meet me at Morrison-Clark Inn
Sam: I'll see you then
Pansy: I have questions
Sam: I might have answers, you'll have to wait until dinner

Sam: I might be late with the flowers
Bruce: She will kick my ass
Sam: I might have a date
Bruce: She will kick your ass
Sam: Nat or my date?
Bruce: Depends on who gets their flowers late

Sam stood on the porch of the Morrison-Clark Inn and straightened his collar. He had not been this nervous about anything since the night before he put on the suit for the first time. It was dinner and a conversation, nothing too fancy or difficult.

"Pardon me, have you seen a handsome tour guide around here?" Pansy's voice floated out of the shadows. "I was supposed to meet him for dinner but I'm not sure I will recognize him. He's taller than me, looks like a friend of mine from behind, says he knows his way around this city."

Sam turned towards the voice and held out the bouquet he had picked up on the way to see her. "That would be me. I had to make a couple of stops on the way here and traffic was a mess. These are for you."

Pansy took the flowers from Sam and buried her nose in them. "They smell marvelous. Mind if I send them up to my room before we head for dinner? I would hate for them to wilt before I got to enjoy them."

"Hermione Granger said to tell you hello." Pansy startled at Sam's mention of Hermione's name. "She is dating a friend of mine. We work together. You might have heard of him - Captain America."

"What are you saying?" Pansy raised an eyebrow as she watched Sam's face. "Wait a minute, I saw a story on the telly the other day about the Avengers. The card you gave me said 'Falcon". Bloody hell…"

"Is there a problem?" Sam walked towards Pansy. "If you know Hermione, that tells me that I need to watch for a wand when I upset you. I fly for a living, when I'm not working at the VA helping veterans figure out how to live in a place that is not a war zone. Right now, being the Falcon is not as big a job as making sure the support groups are organized and staffed every day."

"I just need a minute." Pansy let her wand drop out of the special pocket in the sleeve of her jacket. "I'll just send these up to my room and then we can sit and talk. I need a bloody minute."

"Send the flowers to your room and then walk with me." Sam held his hand out to Pansy. "Estadio's is about a 15 minute walk from here. No pressure. I always think better when I'm walking."

Pansy muttered as she flickered her wand and the flowers disappeared. "Of all the people I have to run into, I run into a bloody superhero who looks like Blaise. What the hell am I supposed to do with that? He is cuter than Blasie, but he flys without a broom or anything else. Merlin's beard, what am I supposed to do with this?"

"Walk with me to dinner? I don't know if I can answer all those questions but I can try. I have a few questions about what you can do too. A walk and dinner seems like a good start." Sam raised an eyebrow and swept his hand towards the sidewalk. "Walking in DC is faster than cars. Just give it a chance. What can happen over dinner?"

"That is a dangerous question to ask. I have been to a few dinner parties that would make you rethink that question." Pansy smiled at Sam as she walked down the step to the sidewalk. "You have fifteen minutes to convince me it is not a dangerous thing to date a superhero. I know war heroes and they can be very strange creatures. What makes you any different?"

"For starters, I don't need a broom or a plane to fly. I have my own wings. Depending on how tonight goes, I might just show them to you…"

Pansy: Thank you
Sam: For what
Pansy: Dinner … Conversation … Laughter
Sam: It was a pleasure
Pansy: Maybe next time, I can get more than a hug and a kiss on the cheek
Sam: Maybe …
Pansy: Cheeky boy

Sam watched the light fade from his phone's screen. Dinner had been a wonderful affair that he did not want to end. Pansy was an intriguing mix of sugar and spice and he wanted more.

"There is no way this will work." Sam laid his phone on the beside table and walked towards his closet. She lives in London and works more hours in a day than I think a day should have."

Sam tugged off his tie and tossed it onto his dresser as he passed by. Loosening the buttons on his shirt, he continued to argue with himself. "She has big dreams. Opening her own business in London, bridging the fashion gap between two worlds. Who am I to ask her to set those aside to give us a chance? It was just a walk and dinner."

"But, she is smart and funny." Sam tossed his shirt into the hamper in the corner of his closet. "Her vocabulary is more colorful than some sailors I know. That voice, smooth as honey and the accent doesn't hurt. What the hell am I supposed to do with all of that?"

Sam walked over to the window and watched the lights of Washington twinkle around him. The glass was cool against his forehead as he let his head rest against it. "I want to get to know her. I want a chance with her. What does she want? Can we even make this work? She lives in London for fucks sake."

"I'm not going to solve this by talking to myself. I guess I could call someone who knows her and see what they think."

Sam: Do you have a minute?
Hermione: Do you know what time it is?
Sam: After his bedtime?
Hermione: It is two in the morning
Sam: I'm sorry. It can wait.
Hermione: I'm already up. What do you need?
Sam: Advice
Hermione: Don't you usually talk to Steve when you need advice?
Sam: Usually, But this is about a subject you know more about
Hermione: I take it the date went well
Sam: Very well which is why I can't sleep
Hermione: Pansy is a great person, once you get past the thorns
Sam: I want more of what we found tonight
Hermione: So ask her out again. She is going to be in town for a while
Sam: But … what if I want more than just a few dates while she is in town
Hermione: Then ask her … she hates surprises
Sam: But, she will have to go back to London eventually
Hermione: For a smart man
Sam: Don't say it …
Hermione: You can be so dense
Sam: Good night Hermione
Hermione: Good night Sam … The best way to face a dragon is face to face
Sam: ?
Hermione: Ask her the next time you see her. Get some sleep.
Sam: You too

Sam: I know it's late but I can't stop thinking about tonight
Pansy: I wasn't asleep
Sam: Everything okay?
Pansy: Just have a lot on my mind
Sam: Are you free for lunch tomorrow?
Pansy: If you know a place near L'Enfant Plaza that can squeeze me in between 11:30 and 1 - yes.
Sam: I know just the place
Pansy: How will I find you?
Sam: Text me your location at 11 and I'll take care of the rest
Pansy: What about traffic?
Sam: It's a surprise … I'll see you at 11:30 tomorrow
Pansy: Good night, Sam
Sam: Sweet dreams, baby girl