Darcy/Bucky/Steve 7
Darcy sat up in bed. It was dim in the room, it was that time of morning that only super soldiers and Asgardians were up. The bed was empty besides her, both of her super soldiers were, in fact, already up.
Although… She could hear them. Low voices floated in through the slightly open bedroom door. She couldn’t make out exactly what they were saying, but the fact that they were there was a little bit odd. Because usually what happened in the morning was they got up at stupid o’clock in the morning, grabbed a protein bar or three, went and did their morning, usually with the afore-mentioned Asgardian, then came back and put on the coffee pot and went out to the common area to have a proper breakfast so they wouldn’t wake Darcy up.
She pushed her hair back from her face, squinting at the door as she tried to pick words out of the low hum. No luck. “Fuck,” she breathed. The last time the routine had been interrupted, it was because James was hurt.
She swung her feet over the side of the bed and stood up. Voices meant someone else could be out there, so she grabbed Steve’s shirt from yesterday from where it was neatly folded on the chair and put it on. Sleeping between two warmer-than-normal individuals necessitated sleeping naked, but if someone else was there, they probably weren’t up for seeing naked Darcy at this hour.
She padded out to the kitchen in her bare feet, hardly making a noise across the maroon hall closet. As she got closer, different scents beckoned. Coffee, first and foremost. But was that pre- or post-workout coffee? And something else. Something… sweeter.
Darcy was still trying to work out what it was when her bare feet hit the polished hardwood of the kitchen. Steve and James were in there already. Steve was sitting at the table with his own cup of coffee, and James was leaning against the counter. Neither looked hurt… “Is everything okay?”
James pushed away from the counter, coming over to her and resting his hand directly over the curve of her ass as he pulled her close against him. Of course he did. He leaned down to kiss the top of her head. “Yeah, we’re fine.”
“Did you wake you up?” A look over as she nestled herself against James’ front showed Steve with a very guilty look on his face. That wasn’t right, Steve making guilt-face was basically a national tragedy.
“Not really. I was just worried. Usually you guys don’t come hang out here until the sun is actually all the way up.” It was so nice to lay her shoulder against James’ chest and hear his heartbeat thudding away in his chest.
“Well…” Steve’s expression turned from sad puppy to a broad grin in less than a second. “You’ve been talking about pumpkin spice things for a bit, so we went out and got some.”
Darcy stepped away from James enough to look where Steve was pointing beside the coffee pot. Her eyes had refused to register it before, and even now she had to stare for a few seconds. Because beside the coffee pot was apile of boxes and bags from what looked like her favorite bakery. “That’s… This isn’t exactly what I had in mind.” Because it looked like it would take her a solid two weeks to get through all that. For three meals a day.
“You didn’t think we’d make you eat it on your own, did ya?” Bucky was smiling as she turned back to look at him. He brushed a lock of hair back from her face as he looked down at her. “But you’re always sayin’ how much better things taste when you don’t have to make them on your own.”
She looked between them. James looked a little smug, Steve had that oh-shit-did-I-fuck-up look on his face. “Thanks, guys. You guys are the best.”