Darcy/Bucky 7
Darcy look up at the ceiling with her eyebrows raised when the power went out. It was suddenly silent in the little diner without the background hum of the lights and all the electric equipment.
Steve was already pulling out his phone, swiping at it for a second before holding it to the side of his head. It was evening, not quite night yet but dark enough in the corner booth of the diner that she could barely make out what he was doing.
She reached over and rested her hand against Bucky’s solid thigh, more for reassurance that he wasn’t going anywhere than anything else. He was tense, ready, looking straight at Steve.
“Yeah,” Steve said. “Power’s out.” He was silent for a few seconds, then, “Okay.” He pulled the phone away, his face illuminated for a second before he returned it to his pocket. “It’s just the grid, no attack or anything.”
Darcy could feel Bucky relaxing a little bit, the muscle in his leg no longer quite so tight. “Good. I’m not done eating.” There was a hint of wry amusement in Bucky’s voice. They were never done eating, other one of them.
“Yeah.” Steve nodded. “You finish, I’m gonna head outside, make sure no one gets any stupid ideas.” He eased himself out of the seat and got to his feet, heading towards the front door. He didn’t have his shield, but he’d make sure that no one tried to loot anything.
Darcy made a face, pushing a fry through the puddle of ketchup on her plate. This was the first night they’d all been able to get out together for a while, and now it looked like it was going to be cut short. Because of course it was. Because that was just her luck.
Bucky’s arm was draped across the back of the seat behind her, and she felt the hard press of metal as he rested his hand against her shoulder. “I figure I got about five minutes before he wants me out there.”
“I’ve seen you eat, that’s more than enough time.” Between he and Steve, they could demolish an entire pan of brownies in about three minutes.
“I was thinking of somethin’ else…” His other hand settled on her thigh, moving slowly up towards the hem of her shorts. “First night we’ve had in a while, who knows when we’ll get out of here.”
Darcy glanced around the diner. It wasn’t exactly crowded, but it wasn’t exactly empty. “Bucky!” came out a sharp whisper, seeming over-loud in her ear.
The shadowy shape of his head came down towards her until his hair was brushing against her cheek. “No one’s gonna see, just as long as you keep quiet.”
She bit her lip, only taking the briefest of seconds to think about it before shifting her butt forward a little on the padded seat.