Darcy/Bucky/Steve
Darcy dashed the tears away from her eyes with impatient hands, tearing her gaze away from Bucky’s and back to the open door.
“Darcy…”
“God, I can’t do this anymore!” she told him over her shoulder. “You two have, like, the love that fucking… transcends time or whatever. I can’t…” She’d seen the way Steve had looked at him, and while she hadn’t been able to see Bucky’s expression, it probably wasn’t any different than the one she’d seen a thousand times when he thought no one was watching. “Just… Be happy, okay. You have to be happy.”
The man was a fucking ninja or something, because before her hand could settle on the doorknob to finish opening it wide enough to leave through, she felt him grip her elbow, gently pulling her towards him.
“That’s not the answer, Darcy.” He looked almost angry as he stared down into her face, his grip firm enough on her arm that it almost hurt.
“Yeah? Well, what is, then? ‘Cause I’m sure as shit not coming up with anything else.”
His eyes were hard on hers, and then there was nothing but his mouth against hers- fierce, demanding. Just for a second, though, and then he was staring at her again, though his expression had softened.
Darcy raised her hand and touched her lips. This wasn’t the first kiss they’d shared, though the last one was long before she and Steve had become a thing. “What… What are you saying?” It was almost a whisper.
“That Steve wants us to be together. All of us.” The other hand, the metal one, lifted until Bucky was tracing a cool finger over her cheekbone. “I do too, baby doll.”
She was nodding, Darcy realized she was nodding. She saw that smirk come across his face, then they were kissing again.
“Perfect.” Steve’s quiet voice broke them apart, and Darcy looked over at the bed to see he was smiling, his own eyes bright with tears.