Darcy/Clint 4
Clint had been talking about getting settled in for a while. He had his own apartment, of course, but probably mostly because of the life he’d had- the circus, SHIELD operative- he hadn’t really taken the time to unpack. Or furnish. Or… Anything, really.
And Darcy knew it wasn’t about her. It wasn’t a reflection of how he felt about her, or how seriously he took their relationship. It was just, he had an unpacking habit. She knew that.
Still, though, sometimes it was a little frustrating that all of their downtime together was spent either in her apartment or in the common areas of the tower because Clint didn’t really have a home to take her to.
She was sitting at her desk when a familiar shape filled her peripheral vision. She knew, even without being able to see him clearly, that Clint was standing there with his arms folded, watching her tap away at her keyboard.
“I’ll be done in a bit.” Today had been a day, and she really wasn’t into existential bullshit where she had to remind herself where her place was in the universe. Work was easy. Everything was clearly defined, there was no room for doubt…
He was silent for a second. “I have something to show you.”
Darcy made a face. Technically the work day was over, and there was nothing that couldn’t wait until tomorrow. “Fine.” Getting to her feet, she stared at the hand he held out to her for a second before taking it.
They walked towards the elevator in silence, then got on. Clint pressed the button for the residential floor, and then they were riding up. She could feel the warm pressure of his fingers between hers, and just… Wanted a damn hug.
She turned to face him, stepping forward to rest her forehead against his chest. Immediately, his free hand smoothed over her back. “I heard you had a rough day,” he said.
The elevator stopped and they got off, headed… towards Clint’s apartment? That was unusual and strange. Darcy looked at him with eyebrows raised in question, but he just glanced back and smiled, refusing to answer the question.
He punched in his code and opened the door, and they stepped inside together. She let him draw her down the little hall from the front door to the living room and into…
“Holy shit.” Her hand came up to cover her mouth as she looked around the kitchen. There was an actual dinner table, with chairs, and utensils and plates that would need to be washed instead of going in the garbage. And he’d actually put some effort into cooking with, like, pots and pans and things. “You did all of this for me?” At this point, she didn’t even care how everything tasted.
“Yeah. Got an actual bed, too.” He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss. “Maybe you can help me break it in later.”
“I am so down for that.”