Darcy/Sam
“Jane, do people even have double dates anymore? Really? This is a thing?” Darcy was making a face at her best friend. Her very best friend, who she would do anything for, including going on a fucking double date with Jane’s boyfriend’s best friend.
“He’s old-fashioned.” Jane sounded somewhat defensive, as though Darcy had just cast the man’s entire character into question.
“Yeah, ‘cause he’s a fucking fossil.” Her eyes widened in innocence at Jane’s glare. “What? He’s a fine-ass fossil, but the man was born, what… A hundred years ago? Never let it be said you don’t have a type.” Thor- old, hot, huge, blond. Steve- old, hot, huge, blond.
Jane was giving her death-eyes, and Darcy shrugged, turning away to pick up her purse. “We should probably get going if we’re actually going to meet them there. I’m pretty sure Captain America’s going to be the promptest prompter that ever prompted.”
“That doesn’t even make sense,” Jane replied, but she shoved her phone and wallet in Darcy’s oversized purse before straightening her skirt and opening the front door.
A cab ride got them where they needed to go. Darcy never had a problem getting a cab when she visited Jane in New York, which she secretly suspected was half the reason Jane was always inviting her to visit. But they got their cab, they got to the restaurant- a little out-of-the-way Italian place, and, sure enough, Steve was already standing in front of the restaurant with his designated wingman.
Darcy put a smile on her face as she slid across the seat to get out after Jane. “You so owe me,” she hissed, planting her feet on the ground and pulling herself out.
Jane and Steve were adorable together, she had to admit that. Neither of them really seemed into PDA, but they were doing an awful lot of giggling and blushing and just generally being cute at each other, so Darcy turned to designated wingman. “Hey. I’m Darcy, I’ll be your date for this evening.”
“Darcy.” The man’s brown eyes moved down her body and back up to her face. “Darcy Lewis? From Chattanooga?”
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, then, “Sam? Oh my god!” She practically threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him in just the biggest hug. “It’s been forever!” Well. He’d grown up well. And he smelledfantastic.
They hugged for long enough that Jane asked, “So you two know each other?”
Darcy reluctantly pulled away. “Yeah.” She couldn’t stop smiling. “This guy right here lived two houses down.” She looked up at him. “We grew up together. Gave me my first kiss ever.” Right before he’d moved to California. That had been the worst summer of her life. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. “You look amazing.”
“You grew up pretty well, too.” And didn’t that just send shivers down her spine. He offered her his hand, and she took it, enjoying the pressure of his fingers over hers. The night was suddenly looking up.