Darcy/Rumlow 6
Brock was working his shoulder, the other hand pressed firmly against the side of his neck. He nodded to Darcy in greeting as he walked into the room, then winced.
Darcy made a face, eyes fixed on his shoulder. “What happened to you?”
“Slept funny.”
Darcy started laughing, she just couldn’t help it. “Oh, mister super-spy badass brought down by a flat pillow!” He shot her a look, and she just grinned back at him.
He was obviously in some pain, though, and she sighed as he sat down across the table from her, wincing as he settled into his seat. “You should requisition a new pillow. In the meantime…” She looked him over. “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”
“Is that really in your skill set?” he aske dryly, one eyebrow raised like he wasdoubting her.
“I’ll have you know that astrophysicists spend a lot of time bent over things, not moving because they’re all sucked in by science or whatever. Knots and muscle cramps for days.”
His brown eyes rested on her face for a few more seconds like he was trying to figure out if she was serious or not. “Well, I guess it’s not like you can make it worse.”
“Yeah, I don’t know about that,” she teased as she got to her feet, moving around the table to stand behind him. She brushed his hand out of the way like she was shooing a particularly bothersome fly, then set to work, pushing her fingers deep into the muscles of his shoulder.