Darcy/Fury
New York storms were different than New Mexico storms. New Mexico storms were all sudden and primal and full of energy. New York storms were all get-inside-and-bundle-up and bitch about how soggy everything was and stuff.
And Darcy usually found herself stuck inside whenever there was a really good storm. Knowing an actual I-call-the-thunder guy helped sometimes, but she couldn’t be all, “Hey, Thor, make me a storm,” every other week, because of natural repercussions and blah blah blah.
She actually heard the thunder this time. Usually she was in the soundproofed building and missed everything, but this time Darcy was on a coffee run for Jane and Bruce because it was after-hours and she was awesome. She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, looking up at the dark clouds pressing in on the city.
Everyone was scurrying out of the way of the cold drops of rain that started pelting the ground, escaping the rising wind. Except… Except the dark figure who was walking directly towards her.
“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” came the dry question, and Darcy looked up at Nick and smiled.
“I miss it.” She put her arms around him, resting the side of her face against the cold, wet leather of his coat. “When did you get into town?”
“Just now. I was on my way to the tower when someone caught my eye.” One hand rested against her back. “You out on a coffee run?”
“Yeah, but they won’t notice if I’m not back for an hour or two.” She pulled away enough to look up into his face. He was wearing the dark glasses he preferred now that he was taking a break from being Official SHIELD Badass. “You eat yet?”
“You going to have to change before we get something to eat. Maybe take a shower.”
“Huh. You’re right.” She watched him for a second. “Know anyone who could help me with that?”
“I might be able to.” He leaned over for a brief kiss before she caught his hand and let him lead her back to his car.