Darcy/Rumlow 9
Darcy twisted her shiny new engagement ring around her finger, staring at it. She’d had it for about two days, and she was still getting used to it.
To tell the truth, she wasn’t entirely sure she should have said yes. But she’d been all caught up in the moment- Ultron had been defeated, everyone had been evacuated- and ‘yes’ had just kind of popped out of her mouth. She’d immediately regretted not taking the time to think about it, but Cameron had looked so fucking excited…
She sighed. Well, maybe it was just one of those things she had to get used to. Like that time she’d had a lab incident and had ended up having to cut bangs in the front of her hair. It had taken a little bit to get used to, but she’d ended up loving them.
That probably wasn’t the best way to be looking at her relationship.
“That’s new.” That raspy voice, she recognized that voice.
Her hand flew to her mouth, stifling her gasp. Eyes wide, she looked up, squinting against the sunshine. “You’re… alive?” came out from behind her fingers.
“Looks like.” He was wearing dark sunglasses and his usual all-black, but this time there was no SHIELD logo on his shirt. His face was directly in front of the sun and she couldn’t make out his features, but that voice… There was no mistaking that voice.
Darcy shook her head, wiping her hands on her skinny jeans. “I heard you were Hydra.” And THAT had just fucked her up for the longest time.
“Hydra paid my bills. They don’t anymore. Gave me up for dead, just like everyone else.” That was rather pointed.
“Right. ‘Cause the last thing I heard was that you were trying to fuck up Sam, and then the entire fucking building came down on you. You’re human, Brock, how the fuck do you survive something like that?”
He bent down, his arm sliding around her back as he straightened, pulling her up against him. “Can he make you scream?” And then his lips were on hers, hard enough to bruise.
And fuck her if she wasn’t kissing him back for all she was worth.