Darcy/Bucky/Tony
Darcy eyed up the small pile of luggage as she dropped her backpack by her foot. “You do know that my duties as a Science Assistant don’t include being the resident pack mule, right?” she called at the open ramp of the quinjet, arms folding as she took it in. She’d help or whatever, but there was no way she was carting all of that around by herself.
“I think that’s me, actually,” came a familiar voice. Darcy turned to see Bucky walking down the ramp of the aircraft. “Carrier of luggage and flier of quinjets.”
“Really?” Her eyebrows climbed her forehead in disbelief. “You’re giving up your weekend for this?”
He shrugged. “I don’t mind. Steve’s off with that agent he’s been seeing, I’ve got nothing else going on. Besides, he reminds me of his father.” He motioned with his chin to where Tony was coming into view, walking directly towards them without looking up from the tablet in his hands.
“Sorry I’m late, kids. I thought I saw someone prettier than me, but I realized it was a mirror.” He glanced up at them for just a second before moving past them, headed up the ramp and into the quinjet. He emerged a second later, empty-handed. “Shall we?”
Darcy was a little relieved that she wasn’t going to be expected to carry all of it. Tony had some sort of talk to give or something and he’d borrowed Darcy from Jane. She was there to keep him organized and on task, but without actually being Pepper, Darcy wasn’t sure exactly what good she’d be. Still… She’d try.
As soon as they got all of the stuff secured on board, Tony looked between Darcy and Bucky. “I fought with them on it, but we’re only getting one room, with one bed.” He shrugged. “You guys can Jello-wrestle to see who gets to share the bed with me.”
Darcy looked over at Bucky and nodded. “Just like his father.”