Darcy/Magneto 8
Darcy leaned her head against Erik’s shoulder. She watched everyone moving around the part around them, completely unaware who was sitting on the bench. Of course, that was probably for the best, chances were pretty good that they wouldn’t be sitting there like that if anyone did know who she was.
It was peaceful here, lost in the anonymity of the park. This had definitely become her favorite thing to do while she was staying in the past. “Can Charles do groups of people at the same time?” She tucked her hand around his upper arm.
“Yes, of course.” There was a note of questioning in his voice. “Why?”
“I’ve got one word for you: sing-along!”
There was absolute silence from beside her for a second, and then Erik’s shoulder started shaking under her head. “A sing-along?” he asked through his laughter.
“Yeah!” She sat up so that she wasn’t getting jostled around by his mirth, resting her back against the hard wooden bench. “In my time they have these things called flash mobs. Usually it’s dancing, but, like, imagine the park turned into one big, gigantic…” Something that would translate. “Disney musical or something.” She thought for a second, looking over at him. “Hey, maybe you’re who starts flash mobs being a thing.”
He snorted at that. Yeah, she had to agree. Erik wasn’t really a flash mob kind of guy. “Somehow I doubt that.”
“Yeah, but now I have mental images of you leading flash mobs in Grand Central Station, and it’s excellent.” She grinned, leaning forward to press her mouth against the curve of his lips.
He shook his head a little as she pulled back, settling his arm around her shoulders. “How much longer before you have to leave?”
“Long enough to walk over and get something to eat.” Darcy slid off the bench and got to her feet, looking down at him expectantly.