Darcy/Bucky/Clint/Steve
Darcy’s foot jiggled impatiently. Sure the quinjet was air-conditioned or whatever, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable. And it was that she didn’t trust Clint, but she kinda… Well… Just because he never missed didn’t mean he always knew what to aim for. Because she was pretty sure when he’d said, “We’re almost there,” a few minutes ago, it had been his, “I have no fucking idea where we are,” voice.
She adjusted the straps on her swimsuit and sort of pushed the towel around on her lap. She’d thought this was one of her better ideas, honestly, until Clint had decided to get them fucking lost.
So it was hot in Manhattan. And not just hot, it was humid, which made it about a billionty times worse. Because no matter how fucking awesome the central air system in the Avengers Tower was, the humidity seemed to claw its way in anyway, leaving her hot and sticky and frizzy.
Darcy had been all, “We have a quinjet! Let’s go swimming somewhereprivate and hopefully cooler.” And Clint had volunteered to pilot, and Steve and Bucky had totally been in, which was even fucking better because, like, all of that. In swimming trunks.
“Here we are.” She could not have been the only one who’d heard the relief in Clint’s voice.
“About time,” she called up to him, hands already drifting up to her harness so she could unbuckle herself.
The quinjet landed softly, but it still jolted a little. Immediately the harness was off and Darcy was on her feet. She was just about to head for the lowering ramp, but Bucky reached out and snagged her elbow.
“I know ya ain’t one for waitin’, doll, but we need to make sure it’s safe.” There was a knowing sort of sympathy in his eyes.
She made a face, but she waited, letting Steve head off the aircraft ahead of her.
Clint came through from the front, shirt already off (best idea ever, thank you) with his towel held loosely in his hand. “There’s no one here, guys. Came across this place by accident a while ago.”
“Clear,” Steve yelled from outside, and Darcy slipped free from Bucky, headed down the ramp.
“Holy fuck,” she murmured to herself, taking in the scenery. A waterfall, clear and fucking tempting cascaded down into a small pool below. It wasn’t terribly high, but high enough that even Steve would be able to stand underneath it. There were in the middle of fucking nowhere. There was a slight breeze, and Darcy just kinda wanted to never leave, ever.
Bucky let out a whoop and cannonballed into the pool, followed closely by Steve. Darcy was already dropping her towel on the ground, ready to go down after them, but this time it was Clint closing his hand around her arm.
“Let me show you the best part.” The look in his eyes had her eyebrows climbing up her forehead, and she let him lead her the dark rocks that bordered the waterfall until-
“Holy shit!” She had to raise her voice to be heard past it when it was so close. They were behind it. She could make out the blurry figures of Bucky and Steve swimming below.
“Dare you to go skinny dipping,” Clint said, eyes full of mischief.
“Okay.” Darcy dropped her towel, her one-piece following soon after before jumping through the falling water.