Darcy/Pietro 4
After some flirtatious truck-packing, they were on the road. It was a little squishy crammed into the front of the moving truck between Sam and Pietro. They both… Worked out. Arms, shoulders… Not really comfortable. Seriously, it would have been way easier to just take a quinjet. Those fuckers were made for moving things around. People, cargo… Whatever. But no, now that the Avengers were part of SHIELD or whatever, the quinjets were all restricted to official SHIELD business. And apparently moving in one new Avenger and their handler wasn’t “official SHIELD business” enough.
Sorry. Manager. Not handler. Yeah, whatever. Darcy had no illusions of what her new job was. But the pay was good, and she’s probably appreciate well-muscled superheroes a little better when she wasn’t doing her very best can-of-sardines impression with them.
Eventually, Pietro lifted up his arm to rest it across the back of her seat. It wasn’t quite around her shoulders, but it was nice to have more room.
Sam glanced down at the dashboard. “Gonna have to get some more gas.”
Darcy made a face. “How is this possibly more cost-efficient than a quinjet? This thing gets, like, two miles to the gallon?”
Sam gave her one of his easy grins as he pulled the truck onto an offramp. They basically had their pick of gas stations, but he just pulled into the first one, bringing the truck to a stop beside the pump. His hand was on the door when he looked over at the other two occupants of the cab. “You guys want anything?”
“Orange juice, please,” Darcy answered.
“No, thank you.” As soon as the door closed behind him, though, Pietro reached down the hand that was on the back of the seat to pull against Darcy’s shoulder until she was settled back against him.
She settled against her side, her eyebrows raising as she turned to look behind her at him. “What’s that all about?”
“You look so uncomfortable, now you have more room.”
Technically she had less room on one side, but now didn’t seem like a good time to bring that up. Especially when he bent his head down until his lips were right beside her ear to say his next words. “Is there anything else you need help with?”
The low voice and that accent brought several things to mind pretty much immediately. “I don’t know, you’re probably too fast.”
He laughed at that, actually laughed. “Is that a challenge?”
When she turned towards him again, his face was dangerously close. Her eyes drifted to his lips before moving up to meet his own. “Would I challenge you?” She widened her eyes, putting on her best innocent look.
His expression indicated that he very much thought she would challenge him. And he was going to do something about it.