Darcy/Bucky/Steve 5
Darcy loved the men in her life. She really, really did. It was why she had gone out in New York in the middle of fucking summer while the humidity made her hair puff up like one of those rabbits that looked more like a tribble.
But she had to go. Because it was a huge crowd of people, and Bucky still tended to be a little clingy around large groups of people. She’d actually spent most of the game (when he wasn’t on his feet yelling abuse at the umpire) sitting across his thighs with his hand rubbing circles in the small of her back.
The fact that they had been up in one of the fancy box things had helped (thank you, Tony). But Steve had wanted to go, and he’d turned his puppy dog eyes on Bucky, who couldn’t refuse those eyes. Neither could Darcy, really. So Bucky had told Steve he was a fucking asshole, but they’d ended up at the stadium.
And now they were waiting for some of the traffic to clear out before they tried to leave. Because in addition to just the crush of bodies, someone would be all, “OMG CAPTAIN AMERICA!” and then they’d be stuck for a while while Bucky tried his level best to disappear into the concrete flooring.
Darcy was currently sitting on Bucky’s thighs, her head on his shoulder as she nuzzled his neck. They were the only ones in the box, but Bucky’s shoulder was tense as hard as a rock under her shoulder.
Steve was on his feet, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. Whatever team they’d been rooting for had won, so he was in a pretty good mood. And Bucky promised to be, as soon as they got out of there. Steve was still holding a plastic cup of overpriced beer in his hand. Not that it did anything for him, but he’d assured Darcy that overpriced beer was a part of the baseball-watching tradition. “We should get a hot dog.”
Darcy gave him a look. Overpriced hot dogs were also part of the baseball-watching experience and several had already been consumed, but both guys had their increased metabolism, so it was a pretty sure thing that they’d be able to eat again. “Or we could go home.”
“I’ve got somethin’ you can put in your mouth, Stevie,” Bucky said, his thumb still moving in circles over Darcy’s back.
Darcy closed her eyes. Yup. This was her life.