Darcy/Rumlow 5
Darcy pried her eyes open. Her head was throbbing and there was something heavy covering her. “What happened?” She forced herself to look around, but all she could see was dark shapes in the dim red glow from the emergency lights.
“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes,” came the dry response from somewhere off to her left.
She wanted to roll her eyes, really, really badly, but it seemed like it might make her head come off. “Fuck yourself,” she told him, closing her eyes again. Rumlow really was one of the best agents she’d met, but he was just such an ass.
“That’s not what you said last night,” came the self-satisfied response. He was a lot closer now, and she felt cool fingers brushing across her face. “I can’t tell in this light, but I think you have a concussion.” He paused. “Ground shook, you fell, cracked your head on the desk. I caught you before you hit the floor.”
“You are a lifesaver.” She had an absurd thought about the little candies and bit back a giggle. “What’s on me?”
“My body armor. It was the only thing I had to keep you warm with.”
“I’m missing the show?” That was a damn shame. Rumlow was nice to look at, all lean muscle and… Mmm.
“I’ll show you once you’re cleared for vigorous activity again.” Concern mingled with amusement in his voice.