AN: Sorry for the delay, school, grades and a term paper caught up with me but now that they're taken care of on with the story!

Choucroute Garnie

Carol stood outside Janet's apartment, finding herself forcing down nerves as the door separated her and her girlfriend. She kept glancing down at her watch, an elegant golden accessory that was proving to be a much needed distraction. The blonde had been there for well over a half hour, continually peeking down at the ticking clock-face to make sure she wasn't too early. Her legs were starting to actually ache after such a long time of standing in her red heels.

"Five more minutes..." She muttered under her breath after yet another quick glimpse down to the watch, shaking her hand nervously as her other hand curled around her clutch purse, the black leather giving easily beneath her superhuman strength. "Is this how the guy always feels?" Carol asked to the air as she paced a bit more, trying to keep her cool. The woman was starting to really worry.

What if she doesn't like my outfit? Wondered Carol Danvers with a sudden strike of panic. Quickly she looked down at the skinny, backless red dress that ended a decent number of inches above her knee. Golden earrings hung elegantly from her ears, blonde locks pooling over her shoulders in as sexy a style the heroine could manage. She opened up her clutch purse and pulled a small mirror out to check her makeup once again. While she wasn't one for all the prep work some women would do before a date, Carol found herself appreciating the ability to at least assure herself she didn't look like some troll that had come out from under the bridge. That wouldn't be good for a first date.

Checking her watch, the blonde found relief and a new sense of apprehension at the hands turning to eight exactly. Taking a breath, she walked up to the door and gave one loud knock before it was opened with a grinning, and gorgeous Wasp on the other side. Eyes roamed up Janet's body before Carol had a chance to be discreet, taking in bare legs and heeled toes, a black dress that clung deliciously in all the right places and was strapless like she commonly liked to wear. A light black shawl covered her arms and back, but the blonde was easily able to imagine it draped down and revealing the auburn woman's body to her.

And then of course was her hair. Once Carol had managed to wrench her gaze from the woman's chest and the low cut of the strapless dress, she found it stolen by the woman's hairstyle. While it wasn't much different from how she normally wore it, how it was made to look like that Carol would never know, somehow it just looked even more attractive to the blonde.

And to be frank she didn't care to find out.

"Are you going to keep looking or tell me where we're going?" Laughed Janet, extending a hand out expectantly.

Carol smiled sheepishly, taking the offered hand with a faint laugh stuck in her throat. "Well if I could, I'd like to enjoy the view a moment or so longer." She grinned then, Janet rolling her eyes at the blonde's behavior, danging earrings bouncing with the overdone motion. "You look stunning Janet." Carol stated more seriously.

Janet leaned over and gave Ms. Marvel a small kiss on the cheek. "As do you, now I'm starving so are we going or what?" She stated after she'd pulled back.

"Right this way." Said Carol, looping their elbows together to lead the other super powered heroine to the elevator, pressing the lobby button once they were in the metal room. A small girl and her grandmother were already in the elevator, the small brunet child smiling up at them in a friendly manner.

"You two look so pretty!" She said, pigtails and freckles framing her face.

"Thank you Samantha." Replied Janet, obviously familiar with the young girl.

Her grandmother gave a curious look at them, trying to decipher what it was between them. "Where you off to?" She asked with a crackly voice.

Janet looked at Carol expectantly. "Oh just some dinner at a nice restaurant. I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to tell the location though." Carol informed them, not liking the way the old woman was looking at them. She was rather happy when the doors opened to the lobby and the pair shuffled out. "That was kinda weird." Muttered Carol, looking back over her shoulder to where the little girl Samantha was waving happily after them, being led off a different way by her grandmother.

"Don't worry, little Sammy is a dear." Janet replied, oblivious to what Carol intended. "Now come on, I really am dying to see where we're eating."

With a laugh, Carol led Janet out of the apartment complex and out into the busy city night, cars rushing past them as people walked down the sidewalk. For a moment or two Janet believed they were going to catch a cab, until she saw a rather sleek limo pull up to the curb, Carol grinning at her as she opened up the side door for Janet to enter. "No way." Remarked the auburn haired woman, slipping into a well furnished limo with a rather classic design.

"Do you like it?" Asked Carol as she entered the limousine, catching the 'wow' Janet muttered as she looked around the black leather seats and sleek design.

"I certainly do!" Smiled Janet, running her hands along the padding with a humorous expression. "What's that?" She asked, pointing at a square box in the center of the floor before them. Without waiting for an answer from her dear, she ran a hand along it until she found a small switch and flipped it. With a slight sound, a television screen rose up from the box. "No way that is so cool!"

"You do realize you're best friends with Tony Stark, and that you're dating a girl who works in a giant spaceship to combat alien invasions right?" Laughed Carol, a black screen shielding them from the driver who had already started towards the restaurant.

Janet waved her comment off, experimenting with a remote that had slid out with the TV. It flashed through countless channels as the woman was absorbed into it, Carol just laughing slightly at the reaction. "This is so cool!" Janet restated, and then tore her gaze away from the screen to nuzzle against Janet, catching the red dressed woman off-guard for a moment before she wrapped her arms around Wasp's waist and grinned down at her. "You didn't have to do all this you know."

"Of course I did, and you've only seen the start too." Replied Carol, pressing a button on the side of the door. A moment later soft music began to stream through the speakers, a blush crossing Janet's face as she listened, pressed against Carol's side.

"This is one of my favorites..." Remarked Janet.

Carol smiled slightly in triumph. "I'm well aware."

"The only thing missing right now is the flowers." Said Janet with a slight grin.

"Just you wait." Promised Carol.

They held a light bit of conversation as they drew nearer to the restaurant in the heavily trafficked city, at each red light the pair counting down the time they sat there. It was a game Janet loved to do as a child. When the limo pulled up to the fancy destination, Carol stepped out and held the door open for her date, gaining a smile of approval between auburn locks.

"No way." Janet said once again, eyes stretching wide as she took in the more then expensive and high-end restaurant before her. "You got us a table at Paris-américain!" She turned on her heels with a brilliant smile, grasping Carol's hand and giving her a warm squeeze.

"It just means American-Paris you know?" Laughed Carol, leading her date up past the long line of people trying to get in without a reservation to where a obviously trying to look french man awaited. "But this is a place you've always wanted to go to, and I want to show you how special you are to me."

A blush had worked its way across Janet's face, and she gave Carol's hand another squeeze when the host looked up from a ledger he was scrawling into. "Bonjour mademoiselles, who might your table be listed under?" His accent sounded genuine, only making Janet grin wider with excitement.

"Carol Danvers." Said Ms. Marvel quickly, and he scanned down the lists of names before finding the correct one, gave her a warm smile, and signaled for a woman in a black and white waitress suit to come and take them to their seat. Carol led Janet after her with their arms locked, the auburn haired girl looking around to admire the french inspired architecture of the restaurant that stood two stories high, a black staircase with vine like railing running up on either side of the first floor to a dinning room with a balcony outlook. They were led past countless others, sitting at tables talking and laughing and enjoying the exquisite meals before them on the beautifully decorated tables.

The waitress, her nametag identifying her as Alice, gestured for the pair to sit in a booth in a more secluded corner of the restaurant, away from the open tables and along a wall with paintings of various places in France hanging on it. They sat down across from one another, a menu already waiting for them on the dark wood surface. "Drinks?" Asked Alice, already pulling out a little notebook and pen.

"Just a water for me." Said Carol.

"Water with lemon please." Replied Janet.

Alice nodded her head, scribbled down their orders, and gave them a smile. "Would you like any appetizers?" She asked, her accent slightly more obviously unnatural, but the couple simply played along.

Carol leaned across the table some. "Jan?" She questioned expectantly as the brunet chewed on her lip, eyeing the list available and then looking up at Carol with a small smile.

"Would you wanna have some of those onion meatballs?" Janet asked, pointing at a picture with the appetizer in question on her menu.

Looking at where Janet was indicating on her menu, Carol nodded her head. "Sure."

Alice wrote that down quickly. "Anything else?"

"No I think we're good." Janet replied, looking at Carol who nodded her head. "We're good, thank you." With a parting smile, Alice scurried off towards the kitchen. The pair locked eyes and then Janet just gave a laugh. "You really don't have to go through all this for our first date." She said, reaching across the table to take Carol's pale fingers in her own. "It's super sweet but I don't want you to think you have to do this kind of stuff all the time for me."

Nodding her head, Carol gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I'll only spoil you rotten on special occasions. This just so happens to be one of them." She promised. "But you deserve much better then you've gotten in the past, so I want to give you what a lady as special as you should get from her partners."

"So what do you want to eat?" The blonde asked, peering away from the auburn's beautiful blues to see countless rows of French words she had no hope of translating. Luckily there were English lines beneath the French.

"I haven't the slightest idea." Confessed Janet with a small laugh. "I'm tempted to get the ratatouille."

"Isn't there a movie about that? With a rat?" Asked Carol with a slightly puzzled expression, she was rather certain she was right about it.

A chuckle escaped Janet, auburn locks bouncing as she nodded her head. "Yes, there is a movie called that, with a rat, in France, and he's a little chef."

"Weird." Remarked Carol as she returned to scanning the menu.

"I happen to like it." Snorted Janet with a slightly defensive tone, playfulness still thick in her voice.

One quick glance up, Carol watched the way Janet's red lips would move as she mouthed the names of what she was thinking of eating, finding her mind drifting to just how they felt when their lips were pressed against one another. She blinked, Janet had said something. "What?"

Laughing, Janet reached over and swatted the blonde's hand. "I asked what you were thinking about." Fire threatened to burst across Carol's face but she kept it at bay. "There's so much to pick from here."

"Oh you mean to eat." Carol muttered to herself, just about to kick herself for making herself look like a fool. "Uh..." She trailed off, blue eyes sweeping up for something that caught her interest. "The choucroute garnie? A 'generous dish is the Alsatian version of sauerkraut with sausages, pork ribs, and potatoes.' What do you think?" She'd read off the description given of the meal option." Janet was laughing lightly, trying to cover her mouth and hide it from the blonde but all she did was draw more attention to it. "What?"

"Just the way you said that." Wasp tried to wave it off, only to be forced to stifle another laugh.

"What, choucroute garnie?" Repeated Carol, Janet nodding her head between a half laugh. Straightening up, the blonde leaned forward and said it as huskily as she could with the foreign words. "Choucroute garnie."

The smile she was granted made Carol's heart skip a beat in her chest, light filling blue orbs. At that moment Carol vowed to try her best to see it again. "Your accent is horrible." Remarked Janet teasingly.

"Oh, fine you say it." Challenged Carol.

A sultry smirk crossed Janet's face, an expression Carol didn't see too much of. It held no mischief or playfulness, but rather was dead set on making her stomach writhe with desire. She leaned across the table, Carol instantly leaning towards her, and stopped when her mouth was a few inches from Carol's ear. "Choucroute garnie." Purred Janet, making a shudder run visibly up the blonde woman's spine. Triumph filled blue eyes as Janet leaned back into her booth seat. "See? Now I know what I want so call the waitress Alice back over." She said.

At one point or another, their glasses had seemingly materialized on the end of the table the onion meatballs besides them, and as the pair began to enjoy their simple glasses of water and appetizers, Alice strolled back over. "Are you ready?"

Carol nodded her head. "I'd like the... Choucroute garnie." She managed slightly better then before, Janet nodding her head in approval.

"The cassoulet please." Janet ordered, a duck and bean type stew, Alice nodding and writing down the two orders. When nothing else was added, Alice nodded her head, said something in French neither of them caught, and started towards somewhere else once more.

The pair stared at one another, a smile pulling at Carol's lips as she went to give Janet a small kiss. It was then that someone screamed, and bullet rang out through the air with screams. Glass shattered violently, tables were smashed, and the sound of shifting feet and the pounding of fists flittered through the air. Janet quickly changed shape, her black dress dropping in a heap on her booth chair, and hovered up in the air. Carol slapped on her mask from her clutch purse, muttering swear after swear under her breath about the timing of people, and peered around the booth.

Laying still in a sea of wreckage was a masked goon, a gun wrenched from his hand above him was Yellowjacket.

AN: Those are legit French recipes, but I am in no way saying to go have them because I don't personally eat French food often, I have no idea if they are. It just sounded good.