Darcy/Natasha 3
“Next time?” Darcy started, eyes tightly shut as she clung to the wall bordering the narrow frame of ledge she was currently perched on. “Next time one of you suggests taking the non-super-hero on one of your little team-bonding missions, I am staying the fuck home with my jammies and just the biggest cup of hot chocolate I can make myself. Because something always happens, and I find myself with my life in danger again.”
She opened her eyes in time to see Nat’s lips twitch up into a smile. Nat was already standing on the more secure roof, waiting for Darcy to get close enough to pull her up as well.
Of course, that wasn’t actually going to happen unless Darcy, you know, moved. Which would involve moving. Across the ledge. The ledge that was probably thirty storeys off the ground. “Just start moving. Move as slowly as you want to, as long as you’re moving.”
“Yeah.” Darcy crept forward about a millimeter. “So, I’ve been thinking.” Another millimeter. “And I’ve realized that we never go out.”
“We’re out right now.” Darcy knew that Nat’s amused-face was a purposeful show of confidence so Darcy wouldn’t freak out more, but still.
“Yeah. But, see… I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” She moved just slightly closer. “The first part is awesome. I am all about that. The second part, though…” She was babbling, but it was distracting her from her predicament, allowing her to inch forward. “We could lose the second part. Like, if we went out for pizza. Pizza’s a lot less terrifying.”
“You don’t really like pizza.”
“No, I don’t. But you don’t like cheeseburgers, and I am totally willing to compromise.” Darcy swallowed. “Especially if it means less death-defying rooftop crossings.
“We could go out to an actual restaurant,” came the suggestion, one eyebrow arched.
“Sure. Just as soon as I get over there, let’s do that.” She was almost there.