Darcy/Sam 2
Darcy made a face as she looked down at her dress. It was pretty, you know, she looked fucking gorgeous in it if she did say so herself. But it wasn’t exactly made for extended wearing. She was already supposed to be out out of it. Not that she was compulsively checking the time on her phone or anything.
“Only fucking me,” she muttered. She wanted to get up and pace, but she’d already tried it and without the heels, the hem kinda got in the way and she may have tripped. And she was so done with the heels. Sam liked her in heels, and it sort of brought their faces closer which was better for picture taking, but… Those weren’t really made for extended wear either.
Jane was giving her a sympathetic look. She was an awesome friend, though, and she hadn’t stuck Jane in a horrible looking and/or uncomfortable dress she wouldn’t be able to wear again, so Jane wasn’t as uncomfortable as she was.
She fought the urge to pull her phone out of her dress to check the time again. Apparently if you were willing to drop enough money, you could have a wedding dress made with pockets. She was getting it custom-made anyway, so… pockets.
“I’m going to kill him if he gets himself killed, you know.” Her eyes widened a little as she looked over at where Pepper was watching what was going on on the TV. Darcy couldn’t… She could sit and watch that. She just… Nope. Not today.
“It’s over,” Pepper said, turning to look over at her.
Darcy got up, picking up the skirt of her gown and moving over to stand behind Pepper, watching the TV. The reporter was saying something about not being able to assess the extent of the damage until the dust cleared, but… “Oh, thank fucking god,” she breathed when she saw the telltale shape of mechanical wings flying away from the ruined section of the city.
She hauled the skirt over to the balcony, sliding open the glass door and stepping out onto the cold cement. Her bare toes curled against the chill, but she barely noticed as she looked up at the blue sky, squinting a little against the brightness.
It wasn’t long before she saw what she was looking for. Sam flew over and dropped down right in front of her. Her eyes moved over him looking for any sort of injuries. He looked… Covered in dust, but he looked okay. She threw herself at him, and his arms came around her even as the wings folded up, out of the way.
“Hey, now. You’re gonna get all dirty.” That didn’t stop him from holding her close against him, though, leaning down until he could brush a kiss across her cheekbone.
“I don’t even care. Sam…” There were no words for the fear that had seized her heart. “Why couldn’t they just wait a day?”
She felt rather than heard his chuckle. “Clint’s right behind me. I know this isn’t what we planned, but did you still wanna…”
Darcy pulled back and looked up into his face. He was wearing his goggles, of course, and she trained her eyes on them. “Right now?”
He was smiling. “Right now.”
“Um, yes?” Not even a question.
“Hold tight, babe.”
She tucked herself against him again, arms tight around his neck. She heard the sound of his wings unfolding, and in just a second the balcony was falling away from her feet.