Darcy/Clint 13
“Do I really hold my alcohol better than you? You must be getting old.” Darcy asked, squinting at the tall blond beside her. Not that she was really sober either. Nope. They were sort of supporting each other as they made their way down the hall to someone’s room. Whoever’s room was closer. Probably his. “God, you’re heavy. Why the fuck arm your arms so heavy, anyway?” She blinked. That didn’t quite sound right.
“You stare at my arms all the time.”
That was an excellent point, actually. “I do. I really do.” She thought for a second. “Hey. Hey, Clint. Hey.”
“What?” They sort of lurched to a stop in front of a door and he jabbed at the thumb with his thumb. It took him a couple of second, but he got it right on the little pad. Nothing happened.
“If I may, Mr. Barton, your apartment is the next one down.” JARVIS sounded… Long-suffering.
“This must be Nat’s room.” A look up showed Clint was frowning at the door like it had done something to personally offend him.
“She’s not home.” She wasn’t, in fact, home. She was still upstairs.
“Huh.” He turned them and they sort of got moving again.
They only made a few steps, though. Clint was resting the entirety of his weight across Darcy’s shoulders, or that’s what it felt like, and she just stopped walking and sat her ass down in the middle of the hallway. He sort of fell down on top her. It wasn’t exactly comfortable… But she could breathe and nothing felt terribly bruised. It would do for a while.
He shifted until he was looking down into her face, one eyebrow arched with what could only be described as a leer on his face. “You’re soft. This is nice.”
“Oof. You’re not.” She wiggled. Everything still moved, nothing felt like it was falling asleep. At least, you know, not yet.
“Do that again.” The leer intensified.
She sort of pushed at his shoulder, not that it really did anything. He really did have heavy arms. “Hey.” She looked up into his blue-gray eyes, so close. Closer than they usually were. “You’ve got pretty eyes.”
The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. “Can I tell you a secret?” She nodded, unable to look away from his very pretty eyes. “You do too.”
“Are we, uh… What are we doing?” Steve sounded a little amused. Darcy couldn’t see him, but he was somewhere up the hall, up there like he was standing or something. “You guys need a hand?”
“Probably. Clint’s heavy.”
In just a second, Clint’s weight was lifted off of her. Steve propped him up against the wall, which was much better at holding him up than she was. A large hand extended down to her and she grabbed at it. Steve hauled her to her feet and she sort of stumbled against him before he passed her along to Clint. “You guys gonna make it?”
That was debatable. But they did. Clint’s door wasn’t that far away. And this time when he jammed his thumb at the unlock thing, the door actually opened. The door opened suddenly, though, and in a very off-balancing way. This time Darcy ended up on top of the heap, and this was much more comfortable.
She snuggled down on Clint’s chest and closed her eyes. “I’m totally staying here for the night.”