Darcy/Pietro 2
Moving was such a hassle. But apparently the Avengers weren’t doing Manhattan anymore, and since Darcy was working for? with? them, she had to move.
Erik, though. She was looking forward to seeing Erik again.
And there were new people? Other than Sam and James, who she’d already met. Sam was actually helping her move, which was pretty fantastic. She had everything all packed up, it was just a matter of getting it all in the truck they were splitting and out to new!base, wherever that was.
Darcy slid the box back across the cargo space of the truck before jumping in after it. This. This was the worst part of moving. Unpacking was actually kinda awesome, and packing was kinda not, but the whole loading/offloading actual moving part? No thanks.
She’d just picked the box up again when there was a blur and suddenly she wasn’t holding it anymore. No, instead the box had joined the neat stack at the back of the truck, and a man was suddenly standing towards her.
There was only one person she knew of who could move like that. They hadn’t met yet, but Steve had filled her in over the phone. “You must be-”
“Pietro.” He was smiling, hands on his hips as he looked down at her. “I’m here to help.”
“Awesome.” It was awesome. Having someone who could load the truck up at super speed would help tremendously. Especially someone so hot. Not that she’d, you know, noticed. “Hang on, I’ve gotta do something real quick.” She went to turn away from him, but a hand on her arm stopped her.
“Tell me. I will do it faster.” His tone somehow made it all kinds of suggestive, and Darcy raised her eyebrows as she looked up at him.
“Well. This is going to be interesting.”