Darcy/Bucky 9
Darcy drummed her fingers against the counter. Bored. She was bored. The power was out for some reason, maintenance on the arc reactor or something, and all of the backups were set to power important things like security and the labs. Which meant that in addition to being dark on the residential floor, it was also getting warm. Tony had promised to get the power back on before it gothot, but routine maintenance was pretty boring for him, and he tended to get distracted.
Which was why she wasn’t currently using one of her battery-operated electronic devices. Because she wanted to be able to use them later if she actually needed to.
It was a tempting, though, to go and poke at Jane and Bruce in the labs, but since they’d recently discovered that they both shared a love of short, shy geniuses, they might be poking at each other, and she’d seen enough of Jane’s sexlife to make her hesitate. Of course, she could just call, but that would mean going all the way back to her room for her phone.
It was full daylight outside, and JARVIS had uncovered the windows so at least they’d have some light before power was taken away from this floor, so it was easy enough to see James wandering through the shared living room towards her. His hair was pulled back and he was only wearing a pair of jogging shorts.
He looked a little surprised to see her there, and she shrugged. “It’s cooler in here than it is in my room.” Which was true. She wasn’t sure whether it was all of the shiny chrome or that it was an open area, or both, but it was definitely cooler out here than it was in her room.
“Yeah. How much longer, you think?”
She shrugged, letting out a sigh as she rolled her eyes. “Who fucking knows. Tony gets down there and it’s just so mundane for him that it doesn’t really hold his attention. Could be a few minutes, could be an hour.” He was sweating a little, that was easy to tell as he came closer. “There’s water bottles in the sink if you’re thirsty.
“Thanks.” He moved around where she was bent over resting her forearms on the counter, pulling a bottle of water out of the sink and easily cracking the top open. It was effortless for him to toss the plastic cap into the plastics recycling box, and he proceeded to drain the entire bottle, tilting his head back and letting it run down his throat.
“Wow,” Darcy said as he crumpled the empty bottle and tossed it after the cap. “That’s definitely something you should put on your resume. Did you even breathe? Or swallow?”
“You’d be surprised how long I can hold my breath.” His voice was perfectly neutral, but there was the hint of a smirk on his face.
“Oh yeah, I’ll bet.” Darcy shook her head, shifting over to bump her hip into his. He was standing close enough that it didn’t take much movement, and the smirk grew.
“No computer?” He asked after a second, still looking down at her.
“Nope. Don’t want to use up the battery in case I want to do something super exciting with it later. Bored, though. So bored.” She looked up at him for a long moment, then straightened up and turned to rest her ass against the edge of the counter. “Hey, can I kiss you?”
One eyebrow leapt sharply up. “What?”
“I’m bored. You have really nice lips.”
He seemed to consider it for a moment, then stepped towards her and leaned over until his lips were against her own.
Nope, very nice lips. Yeah. And the slight prickle of his stubble would probably chafe after too long, but for right now it was nice. She reached up to rest her hand against his shoulder, and made a face as she pulled back from the kiss. “You’re all sweaty.” She wiped her damp hand against where her denim shorts covered her hip.
He sort of snorted. “Yeah, it’s fuckin’ hot.”
“Hmm.” She considered him for a moment before turning back around to lean against the counter again. “Remind me to get back to that later when I won’t melt if I touch you.”