Darcy/Bucky 2
“Hey.”
The voice pulled Darcy’s attention away from where she’d been watching Steve and Jane share their first dance as a married couple, all adorable smiles. They’d just been introduced as Captain Rogers and Dr. Foster, and that was basically the best thing on the planet.
But Bucky was standing there, one hand easily in the pocket of his tuxedo pants- and seriously, why did tuxedos always come with pockets when you had to search the ends of the earth to find a dress with one- also watching the newlyweds.
“Hey.” She looked up at him, and it took a second before his blue eyes slid down to her. “Look, about last night…” There may have been an existential crisis that had her fleeing from his apartment at, like, two in the morning.
He just shook his head, and her words dwindled away to nothing. There was a smile on his face, and his free hand came out to her. The glove he usually wore was absent, and Darcy was glad. She slipped her hand into his, the metal cool under her fingers, and let him pull her to her feet.
His other hand settled in the small of her back. “Are we dancing?” she asked. She tried to keep her tone light, but there was a heaviness to her words. She knew he’d hear it.
“Not yet. Right now it’s Stevie’s turn. Right now, I’m just holdin’ you.”
His words eased something in her, and she shifted forward until she was resting her cheek against his chest. Fingers laced with hers, and she rested her free hand up on his shoulder. They weren’t dancing, not quite, and there was nowhere else she wanted to be. “Thank you,” she whispered into the black fabric of his jacket.
Darcy heard the little sniff that accompanied his private smiles, the ones that he just couldn’t help. “You showed me that I deserve this. Now it’s my turn.”
Insecurity and doubt tugged at her, but she silenced it before it could come out, instead nodding.