Darcy/Rhodey 3
“Your boyfriend…” The sound carried clearly from the other side of the lab. Darcy wasn’t the only other occupant in the lab besides one Tony Stark, but really, there was literally no one else he could be talking about.
She rolled her eyes. “Here it goes,” she muttered. “Must be a day ending in y.” She pushed her chair back and turned around until she saw him, eyebrows raising and arms folding in front of her. “What.” Not a question.
He was standing by the glass door that joined his lab to Jane’s, hands on his hips. “Your boyfriend canceled on me for tomorrow night.”
“Yeah. I know.” Because they’d discussed it. At length.
“But we always do poker on the third Saturday of the month.”
Which seemed a little arbitrary, if anyone asked her. Not that anyone ever did. “I know. Third Sunday every month, I climb into bed all by my own. When I wake up, there’s a drunk, snoring retired Air Force colonel who’s somehow barnacled onto me without waking me up. Every month.”
“He told me he had previous commitments. Since we’ve been doing this since before you were born, I’m assuming that previous commitments actually means my significant other needs me for something. So. Spill. What’s more important?”
“It’s not a big deal, but my cousin’s getting married. I told him that I’d totally go on my own, because…” Darcy sighed, making a face. “Meeting the Lewis clan is an experience, and while he says he’s ready…”
“No one’s ready,” Jane muttered from behind her, and Darcy had to nod. “No one is ever ready for all of that.”
“Although…” Jane reminding her of her presence actually gave Darcy an idea. She stood up, moving over to where Jane was bent over her sciency table sciencing at things. She grabbed Jane’s elbow and started moving her way through the lab.
Jane let out a long-suffering sigh, but let herself be dragged across to where Tony was standing in the doorway. Darcy took Jane’s hand, then took Tony’s hand, and put them together. “Jane, Tony. Tony, Jane. Since neither one of you have plans for tomorrow, and are intelligent, attractive people who have both praised the qualities of the other at length-” and boy, was she fucking tired of hearing about that from both of them- “you should teach Jane how to play strip poker.” Darcy glanced between them and nodded before spinning on her heel, grabbing her purse on her way out of the lab.
James was walking down the hall, he usually met her when work was finished for the day. The walls of the lab were entirely made of thick, ballistics glass, and he looked inside, one eyebrow crooking as he presumably saw Tony and Jane. “Why is he looking at her like that? I know that look.”
Darcy just smiled up at him, going up on her tiptoes and bracing her hand against his chest for a quick greeting kiss. “I think I found him something else to do tomorrow night.” She settled down on her heels, looking up at him. “Are you sure you want to come with me? Like, I’m not gonna pass up the opportunity to see you in a suit, but… Are you sure?”
He smiled as he looked down into her eyes. “Of course. How bad could it be?”
“I will bet you that after tomorrow you’re either going to propose marriage or leave me forever.” Darcy was only half-joking, because that’s how it usually worked when you met the Lewis family, either, “YES THESE ARE MY PEOPLE AND I NEED TO BE PART OF THIS MADNESS,” or, “I CAN’T HANDLE THIS I’LL CALL YOU.”
“I will take that bet.” He took her hand, and together they headed out to the elevator.