Classic New York City Pastimes - Episode One - Baseball

[iam_ironwoman]

[Mets Tickets were not, as Toni had feared, too insanely hard to come by a week off. At least not when you could afford to drop a bit on them, anyway.

She had woken up to one of those blissful Saturdays where nothing went wrong in the lab before she'd finished her second cup of coffee and none of her e-mails was marked urgent, managing to actually be ready to leave long enough before Steve left to squeeze in a couple rounds of pinball.

The ballpark when they arrived was loud and crowded, full of cameras, but wearing worn jeans and a t-shirt, with a ponytail pulled through the back of her baseball cap, Toni seemed to blend into the crowd fine. The sense of anonymity was most of what allowed her to relax.

The seats they ended up with were fairly close to the diamond, a good view of the action in Toni's admittedly uneducated opinion. She turned to Steve as they reached the right row, gesturing him on ahead of her.]

You want the aisle seat or does it matter?

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[themanoutoftime]

[Steve had a kind of horrible morning. He slipped in the shower and banged his elbow pretty good (though it was healed by the time he met up with Toni, thankfully) and by the time he got down to the kitchen at about 6:30am, he found out they were out of eggs. Which meant he had to venture out into New York, get things for breakfast, bring it back, cook it, and fight off Clint and Natasha for his own share.

By the time the ball game came around, though, he was feeling better and happy to be spending time with Toni, who, surprisingly enough, is about the only person who hasn't been getting on his nerves lately.

He's never sat this close to the diamond before in his life. It's kind of amazing. He slips in past her, letting her have the aisle seat.]

I'll take this one. You can sit on the aisle.