Darcy/Steve
Darcy pulled her comb through her hair one more time, checking her lipstick in the mirror. She had to look perfect. Well, she didn’t have to, but she wanted to. Because she was going to meet… Steve? Steve. That was his name. His pseudonym or whatever was ‘StarryKnight,’ but she’d told herself that she wasn’t going to call him that.
As long as she remembered not to.
It was a short walk from her apartment to the coffee shop they were going to meet at. Apparently he could get anywhere in the city easily, and this way if shit went sideways, it wouldn’t take too long for her to lock herself in her own apartment.
He said he’d find her, which was… To be honest, it almost made her cancel. But she’d described herself and worn her meeting-internet-friends scarf- purple with unicorns because fuck yeah, unicorns- and she got herself the largest size of mocha she could get before sliding into her seat.
Darcy checked the time on her phone. She settled her skirt over her tights. She drank some of her mocha. If Steve didn’t show up on time, she was never going to beta anything for him ever again, regardless if it was some of the hottest smut she’d ever read.
A large blond man in a leather jacket sort of materialized at her table. “Darcy?”
An incredulous smile spread across her face. “Steve?” Well. This totally explained some of the outdated slang he used. She stared at him for a second before gesturing to the seat across the table from her. “Well,” she said to stop the silence from stretching on between them. “Who knew Captain America shipped Olicity?”