Darcy/Bucky/Steve 6
Darcy impatiently brushed the tears off her cheeks with the back of her hand as she stalked outside, eyes so full of moisture that everything was just one big, dark blur. She hated crying. Hated it. But Bucky…
It was cold outside. Of course it was, it was November. But it was cold outside, and she was only wearing the black cocktail dress Pepper had talked her into buying. And that was a mistake. She could have grabbed any one of probably a dozen jackets on her way out, but she was just so desperate to get away that she hadn’t even thought of it.
She heard the door open and shut behind her. Not the angry explosion outside that she’d just burst outside with, whoever it was was more considerate than that. Probably Steve. Ugh. And there went the guilt she felt every time she and Bucky had a fight. Because it wasn’t fair to Steve and his stupid big sad puppy dog eyes.
She wrapped her arms around herself and stared resolutely off into the blurry night all light up by blurry lights. She was already shivering, but… Going back inside? No. There was one way out onto the freezing ass balcony, and only one way back in. Unless she was Clint.
She wasn’t Clint.
A pair of large hands wrapped a jacket around her, and Darcy grabbed the open sides of it to pull it closed. “Thanks.”
“Stevie said you’d be cold.”
Darcy whirled, impatiently dashing more tears from her eyes. Because that was not the voice of her taller, blonder boyfriend. No, that was the very man who had just fucking purposely pushed her buttons until she’d needed to get away. “What are you doing here?”
“Bringin’ you a coat.” He looked out over the city. “‘stoo cold to be out here without one.” He folded his arms across his chest. He was also wearing a coat, which was good, otherwise she was going to fucking yell at him. His muscles got really sore where his metal arm was attached when he got too cold. Still…
“You should go inside, it’s too cold out here for you.”
His eyes, shadowed in the night, came back to her face. “Ain’t goin’ back inside without you, or Stevie’ll make me sleep out on the couch again.”
Darcy didn’t want to smile, but she basically had to. He was absolutely serious, too. Whoever instigated the disagreement had to sleep on the couch. Usually it was Bucky, although Darcy knew she wasn’t entirely innocent, either. “Fine. I’ll go back inside. But this isn’t over.”
She went to move past him, but his hand on her upper arm stopped her. “You know I love you, right?” There was a weight behind his eyes, like he wasn’t actually sure she knew that.
She sighed, looking up into his face for a long second. “Yeah. I know. And I love you too, okay? Even when I’m pissed at you.”
“Okay.” His hand fell away and he shadowed her back inside.