Darcy/Bucky/Steve/Wanda
Darcy combed her fingers through Wanda’s long, silky hair. She was sitting on their couch, Wanda curled up with her head on her knee, hand stroking idly down Darcy’s shin as she stared off into nothing.
It was quiet. It was peaceful. It was nice. It promised not to stay that way for too much longer, though. Bucky and Steve had gone out to get pizza and were due back any time. She was determined to enjoy this while she could.
Sure enough, not to much later the front door banged out. The two men’s voices carried through the apartment with the scent of pizza, and soon enough they had walked into the room and were standing on the other side of the coffee table.
Steve’s blue eyes swept over the two women on the couch, one eyebrow faintly raised. “Everything okay?”
“Yes,” Wanda answered. “Darcy is the most comfortable to lay against.” That was probably true, they all seemed to enjoy Darcy cuddles a whole lot. She had the highest percentage of body fat, that probably wasn’t a coincidence.
“Some of us happen to like quiet,” Darcy teased as she looked up at the two men.
“Sure ain’t you.” Bucky waited until Wanda had pushed herself into a sitting position before dropping to the cushion on Darcy’s other side. “Kept me up half the night last night ‘cause you were so loud.”
Darcy refused to feel embarrassed or guilty or anything like that. “That’s not even my fault. That’s all on Steve.”
Steve pinked a little as he set the stack of white cardboard boxes down on the table. He held his hand out to Wanda and helped her to her feet. They disappeared together in the general direction of the kitchen, probably to get drinks and plates or whatever. They could have done it while they guys were gone, but Darcy didn’t get a whole lot of time with just Wanda, and it was nice to just sit and hang out with her.
Bucky draped his arm across Darcy’s shoulders, pulling her against his side. “How come we ain’t done that yet?” They hadn’t had a night together, just the two of them, since this whole arrangement or relationship, or whatever it was called started.
“I dunno.” She pulled her feet up on the couch in front of her. “Maybe I’m not your type.”
“Yeah…” His other hand settled on her leg. “I wouldn’t worry about that.”