Darcy/Clint 2
Clint reached out and swiped his thumb over Darcy’s cheek, brushing away the lone tear that had slipped down from her eye. “Sam owes me $20.” He kept his voice down so that he wouldn’t disturb the happy couple dancing just feet away. Of course, enhanced hearing meant they probably heard anyway.
Darcy narrowed her eyes at him, resisting the urge to swat his arm. That wouldn’t be proper at a wedding, or whatever. “You bet that I would cry?”
“Sure.” He grinned at her. “Sam didn’t think you would, but I know that under all that sass, you’re a sappy romantic at heart.”
“You’re lucky you look so good in a tux,” she hissed.
He just winked at her. After a few seconds, it looked like other people were starting to join the happy couple on the dance floor. Clint offered her his hand, and she looked at it a touch skeptically. “You dance?
“It was an elective at the SHIELD academy.”
She couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, but he was still standing there with his hand out, and finally she slipped hers into it, letting him draw her onto the dance floor.
Joke or not, he really did know how to dance. Darcy’s own evenings out with Bucky had ensured that she didn’t step on his feet as he swept her gracefully around the floor.
“We should do this,” he said as he lowered her into a deep dip.
“I was under the impression that we were.” She gave him a look. “Wait, am I floating here all on my own? This is amazing!”
“Get married, babe.”
If he hadn’t been completely supporting her, there was a good chance she would have fallen on her ass. Instead she stared up into his blue eyes, completely serious for once. She was about to answer when a pointed movement pulled her attention to the side. With stopping dancing, Steve pulled his wallet out of his pocket and extracted a bill from it, handing it to his new husband. Bucky grinned as he took it, turning and winking at Darcy.
“Okay, seriously- is my entire life gambling fodder?”