Darcy/Natasha
Darcy hadn’t really wanted to go. Jane had talked her into it, though. All, “If you don’t go, you’ll regret it.” Yeah, maybe. But, standing in the honestly sadly-decorated gym, she was kinda starting to regret her decision.
Apathy best described her feelings about catching up with everyone she used to know. This was the digital age. If she’d been that interested in keeping up with the people she’d used to know, she would have found them on Facebook or Twitter or whatever.
No, she was pretty sure this was just Jane’s well-meaning attempts to get her away from work. Right. Like Jane had any room to talk. Darcy wasn’t the one who had to be slung up over the shoulder of some huge blond guy to get her out of the lab for meals.
The flash of red caught her eye. That was a very unique color, particular to only one person Darcy had ever met. She turned to stare in that direction, and she couldn’t help but smile as Nat walked towards her, gorgeous in a black dress.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“I’m your backup. Well, technically I’m your date. Stark doesn’t want anyone wandering around on their own, especially those of the non-superhero variety, and so I’m here.” Nat smiled as well, reaching up to brush a strand of hair off of Darcy’s shoulder.
“That is awesome. Now at least I’ll have someone to talk to.”
“If you don’t want to be here…” Those green eyes fastened on her, slightly reproving.
“Yeah. Not really. Jane was all, ‘You should totally go!’ Now I’m kinda wishing I was still at home in my jammies with the TV on.”
“That dress is too sexy to waste.” There was clear appreciation in Nat’s eyes. “Why don’t we go out for a drink somewhere, and we can do that other part afterwards.”
That sounded way better.