The Date Peepers

"Hank?" Whispered Janet, little wings fluttering rapidly as she kept suspended in the air. The entire restaurant was dead silent save for the sound of quick breaths and Wasp's wings. She transformed back to a normal size, and ran across the destroyed dining area, the masked man groaning in pain on the floor. Yellowjacket wrenched his gaze up to her, and furrowed his brow beneath his mask.

"Wasp?" He asked with confusion laced in his voice, chest still rising slightly as he tried to catch his breath from what obviously had been a long fight. "What are you doing here? I thought you were taking the night off."

A blush crossed Janet's face as she stopped short of him, Carol rising from the booth with her eyes zeroed in on the costumed hero that had broken half the place. "Well I was." Replied Janet, stares were being sent from all around in the high-end restaurant. "What are you doing here?" She asked suddenly, aggression slipping into her voice, taking another step towards him.

Hank instantly frowned. "I was apprehending a criminal that was stealing plenty of people's credit cards and information."

"What the hell were you doing here in the first place?" Carol suddenly growled, stomping over to him. "In this restaurant, a super expensive, hard to get into one specifically?" She nearly threw herself into his face, scowling jealously. "You don't just happen to be here for no reason."

"Don't you hate French food?" Added Janet, suspicion rising in her as she stepped back from him and closer to her red dressed date.

Hank paled, grabbed the collar of the criminal and lifted him up to throw him over his shoulder. "Look, I'm just gonna go." Turning his head towards the horrified employees he added, "I'll come back right after I've taken care of this scum to clean up my mess."

They just gave nods of their heads, waving him out with fear.

Slowly murmurs of conversation no one had to guess were all about filled the air, the customers watching the black and yellow suited man cart the more rugged criminal out a gawking crowd amassed around the front door, and into the city. The pair made their way back towards their booth, Janet sighing as she spotted her black dress in a crumpled heap half hanging off the seat belonging to her. Muttering an apology as she gathered her articles of clothing together in her arms, Janet made her way to the bathroom to get fixed back up again.

Carol slumped down in her seat, removing the mask that didn't really do much for her, and turning her face towards the wall and away from peering eyes. It wasn't like her identity was well known, she certainly was no Tony Stark or Captain Rodgers, but as a Major in the United States Air Force, she might just be recognizable to a few old colleagues if she was in her blues. Which she hardly wore anymore since she first joined up with S.H.I.E.L.D. then later the space branch of the operation she was still working for. Either way, the stares she found getting shot her way were making her skin crawl, and she couldn't wait for the auburn haired beauty to return so they could just hope that their date could get back on to where it was.

Though she highly doubted that was possible at this point.

But then a thought struck her, and the simple idle passing of the moment made her frown deeply in revelation. He was here the whole time. The 'he' in question was currently handing over a common pickpocket to the police and on his way back to clean up his mess. Something he also rarely did, usually letting whoever's job it was to clean up after them do it, and of course it was never his job to do it.

"That fucking asshole." Hissed Carol with fists curling on top of the table.

"What?" A hand landed on her shoulder.

Janet took Carol by surprise, making the blonde jump up, knees banging painfully against the bottom of dark wood. "Jesus Christ!" Yelped Carol, a hand going to the pulsing skin. Janet's eyes widened, shoulder shawl in one hand revealing pale shoulders. "Don't do that!"

She took her hand back from Carol's shoulder and stepped around to sit down. "Hey are you alright?" Concern covered her words, blue eyes peering at the blonde who was positively flustered.

"What? Yeah, just thinking." Breathlessly replied Carol, hands still rubbing her knee. She might have been super strong and durable, but a sharp jolt to an unprotected knee certainly hurt like the dickens. Janet looked at her expectantly. "About Hank." Added Carol after a moment with a defeated sigh.

Dark brows furrowed together. "So have I, that was really weird don't you think?"

"That he happened to be in this exact restaurant when we were on a date?" Suspicion made Ms. Marvel's voice grow harsh. "It's more then weird."

"What do you mean?" She asked the blonde, already knowing exactly what Ms Marvel was getting at. "That he followed us here and was watching us until that thief decided to make a move and he noticed? Hank might have gone kinda nutso but I don't think he'd stoop so low as date peeping."

"Really?" Carol instantly jeered. "Because if he followed him in here we would have heard something more, and there are no broken windows just the center of the place where those people were eating." She gestured to where the employees were trying to clean it up. For a half second she was tempted to go and help them but if Hank was true to his word he would be back soon enough. "He had to have already been in here."

Janet opened her mouth to argue, but then shut it. "You're the detective." Came the frustrated growl from painted lips.

"Special Investigator." Carol corrected her quickly, and then sighed when she realized how harsh she'd sounded. "Sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"No, it's fine." Curtly Janet cut her off, her eyes growing cold. It made Carol's heart twist painfully, the look on Janet's face. Arms were crossed and her head turned away from Carol to look out at the wreckage she had a perfect view of. "I get it, you're suspicious and you have every right to be." Janet snapped her gaze back, making Carol flinch as she felt like she was being cut through by a blue gaze. "But as crazy as Hank is, I don't like you throwing accusations around."

It felt like she'd been slapped across her face, the way Janet spoke to her. Carol's teeth gritted as she tried not to lash back out and ruin the date entirely, taking a deep breath and then shaking her head lightly to herself. "I don't mean to accuse." She started, "I-" Her words stopped there, the waitress having arrived with their food and placing it down with thanks for not leaving after that episode with the 'weirdo' as Alice deemed Yellowjacket. Carol couldn't agree more.

Warmth radiated from the two different meals, and they started to eat with an awkward silence that was ice cold in comparison filling the space between them. Carol sighed, opened her mouth to say something, and then fruitlessly shut it tight. Janet took a single look up at her before she sighed after ten minutes of no speaking. "Sorry." She apologized earnestly, placing her fork down and reaching for Carol's hand.

"You don't need to apologize, I'm the one getting jealous." Said Danvers.

"I do need to apologize, there is no reason for me to be getting so defensive of Hank." Replied Janet firmly, giving Carol's hand a squeeze. "So how about we pick it back up to before Hank trashed half the restaurant?" Came the offer.

A smile pulled at Carol's lips. "I'd like that" She nodded her head, leaning back towards the woman with the auburn hair that was so beautifully styled. "And I do believe, we were about to kiss." She purred seductively.

That same sultry that made Carol crazy with want crossed Janet's face and she leaned towards Carol in return. "I like the sound of that, promise it'll be good?"

"I'll try my best." Chuckled the blonde in response, their lips barely half an inch apart. Energy rattled through her body, she could feel the heat emanating off of Janet's face. And then the sound of scraping wood pierced the air, ruining the romantic setting once more. Janet snapped back the split moment before her lips were to be claimed, a frustrated hiss rising from the blonde as she peered out of their booth.

Hank had been true to his word, and was cleaning up the broken tables and shattered glass, the employee's already having started. As he lifted a table, he looked up right at the pair, a scowl forming across his face. Without a word he returned to the mess he'd made. The pair shared glances, and returned to leaning across the table for a kiss.

There was another ache of wood being moved heavily across tile.

Carol paused, gritting her teeth with frustration and shooting him a death glare. When he returned it she snorted, looked at a slightly bemused Janet, and rolled her eyes. "I'll give him a super wedgie if he keeps it up." Threatened Carol.

"What are you?" Laughed Janet, their lips hovering apart. "In the fifth grade?"

"Come on, it's not like I'll damage some family jewels, those tights are enough to show he lacks anything worth destroying down there." Remarked Carol with a raised eyebrow. "Honestly."

Janet giggled, closing her eyes at the comment. "No, I don't believe there is." Shaking her head from side to side, Janet then opened her eyes and stared into the blonde's brilliant blue before she leaned forward.

Something heavy was moved into place, Janet pausing with her own irritation bubbling at the surface. Deciding to just ignore any further sounds, their lips smashed together fiercely as if a show of passion would ward off any more interruptions. However, not a moment later the sound of the host shouting in French at Hank overpowered their own breathing, and they pulled apart with scowls at the world around them.

"Forget the wedgie." Said Janet, the host proceeding to call Yellowjacket an oaf that couldn't clean up after the messes he made and demand he leave after paying for the extremely expensive furniture. "Just give him a good 'ol beat down."

"What am I the bully on the Avengers?" Scoffed Carol, blowing a lock of golden blonde hair out of her face.

A smirk spread across Janet's face, watching with triumph as a grumbling hero was marched out of the restaurant. "Well, you could be the popular blonde bitch. Though you aren't really that mean. To most people anyways."

"Language there nerd!" Snickered Carol at Janet using a curse for a change. "Or maybe you would be my cheerleader? I could be that sporty girl that's always on top and you my girlfriend and the hottest and best cheerleader around?"

"Hey I'm not just some pretty face to look at." Janet defended with a dramatic motion of her right hand to cover her heart. "I might not be a scientist but I am smart too."

Leaning forward with her chest propped up on the table, Carol caught Janet's eyes dart down for a split second to her chest. "Yeah, you're smart too, and being a cheerleader is tough work. All that bending, twisting, stretching and shouting all the time. Puts a strain on you."

"Sounds like sex." Sniggered Janet, making Carol give her a leering smile. "So do you know this from personal experience? Were you a cheerleader back in high school or college?" Asked the auburn.

Waving a hand dismissively at the claim, Carol laughed. "No, I was no cheerleader." Informed the woman. "But I dated a few, and they were always just so... limber. And I bet none of them could even hold a candle to you my dear."

"Nice save." Remarked Janet, hand intertwining with the other's on the top of the dark table.

"I do try not to dig the hole too deep sometimes." Carol said flirtatiously, her eyes running down slender shoulders that she'd seen all the time, but suddenly they seemed different to her. Perhaps it was because she could wrap her arm around them, and hold Janet there now, or maybe just the want she felt to kiss her way up them to plump red lips. The more she stared, the more certain she was it was the last one.

"Uh huh."

"Hey, so I was- The hell is he doing back here?" Anger flooded her voice as she snapped back and looked with building rage at the sight of a man with sandy brown hair and pale skin walking in dressed moderately sharp, accompanied by a black haired, blue eyed playboy billionaire, a blonde archer, and a once frozen super soldier.

Janet leaned out of the booth curiously, a scowl soon forming on her face as well. "And with them?" She added with a hiss of her own.

"I'm going to kill him. And them. Especially Tony." Threatened Carol with fists clenching.

"We've got date peepers Carol, on the first date we have peepers." Disbelief colored words, Janet leaning back in her seat with a huff. Watching the waitress lead the four towards a booth across from them, granting both a perfect view of the other party, and close enough to speak to one another if they wished it, Carol was nearly leaping from the seat.

"Oh hey, funny seeing you here." Tony called over.

"Hey there ladies, is this why you had to go and get some time off?" Clint teased with a wink.

"Carol, Janet, where are your dates?" Rodgers questioned with a sweep of the half empty restaurant, the damage Hank had caused nearly cleaned up. "They better not have stood you up, I'll hunt them down myself if they have left you two waiting." The ever kind soldier promised.

Rolling his eyes, Clint patted Steve's shoulder. "Cap, they are each other's date." He explained to the man still getting used to the new day and age he found himself in.

"What?" He blinked, looked at them to which they both nodded. "Oh, I really need to learn more about what you do now and days. Do guys and other-"

"Yes." Tony cut him short, winking at Alice as she strolled up to them. Hank had been silent the entire time, not so much as giving the two ladies a glance. "Alright guys lets eat."

Hank straightened up, and nodded his head. Carol and Janet couldn't help but watch the four with disbelief that they would do this to them. That they would crash their date. But to the blonde, it was obvious who had planned it, and gotten the others in on it.

"Fucking asshole." Hissed Carol, Hank looking up at her almost boredly, giving her one long blink of his eyes before he turned his attention to the waitress with the trying accent.

"We have date peepers." Repeated Janet, still stunned.

"I know."

"I- Why is he doing this?"

"He's a fucking asshole."

"But, why?" Janet stressed.

"Just ignore them." Carol said with determination, reaching over to turn Janet's face back towards her and pull her in for a rather possessive kiss. When they separated, astonishment on Janet's face, Carol gave her a smile. "See, they can watch all they want, it doesn't change how much fun we can have."

Janet blinked, blushed and then nodded her head in agreement. "Okay, they can watch. Doesn't matter in the end right?"

"Exactly." Nodded Carol, giving Janet's hand a squeeze. "So how about some dessert?"

Smiling in agreement, Janet pointed to a rather delicious looking item that was being carried by, ice cream with chocolate and cream besides a slice of chocolate cake. "That looks good." She remarked, licking her lips slightly.

"That does, but I see something better." Said Carol.

"What is it?" Janet turned her head back, expecting some other dessert to be pointed out to pick from. A blush quickly spread across her face. Instead, Carol was holding up a small compact mirror, aimed just right to reflect Janet's face.

"You."