Darcy/Steve 4
“Darcy?” Steve’s voice floated across the lab to her.
She raised her hand and sort of waved it absently at him, kind of a combination between greeting and shooing. If such a thing was possible. That’s what she meant, though, and refused to take her eyes off of her screen.
“Darcy?” Closer that time, though she didn’t look over to confirm that he was walking across Jane’s lab to her. She was busy, dammit, and Steve probably wasn’t going to say anything she wanted to hear, anyway.
“Darcy.” Closer again, in that Captain America voice of his. Pfft, whatever. She wasn’t an Avenger, she didn’t have to assemble. “Darcy, it’s time to take a break. You’ve been in here for hours.”
“Come over here and make me.” Yes, it had been hours, but she was in the middle of-
“Hey!”
A pair of large hands slid under her arms, pulling her out of her office chair, and turning her around. She barely had time to give Steve a what-the-fuck sort of look before he lifted her up, tossing her over his shoulder the same way Thor did with Jane. His arm wrapped over the back of her thighs keeping her in place.
“It’s time to take a break,” he told her, still using his Captain America voice.
She couldn’t exactly see past him to see where they were going, but she assumed it was the general direction of the elevator. “Steve? You gonna put me down?”
“No.”
Fair. So she reached one hand down and pinched his ass through his jeans, grinning when he jumped.