Darcy/Steve 5
Darcy was the queen of casual sex. And, really, that was all she could manage with her ‘lifestyle choices’ being what they were. Chasing a tiny scientist all over the world- literally, all over- meant that she was really never in one place for long enough to, you know, be part of something more serious. She’d taken a stab at it with Ian, but the long-distance thing hadn’t really… No.
And, you know, sex was awesome. Sex was fun. Sex was really her favorite way to kill time. But… And not that she would ever admit this to Jane and Thor and their ridiculously happy togetherness… It was starting to get a little lonely in her bed. Or on her couch. Or in the kitchen. Or everywhere else she found the two of them taking a second from their day to cuddle and kiss and basically just be absurdly adorable and happy.
It’s not that she was jealous. You know, not really. But there was definitely a growing appeal to having someone to come home to and just, like, bake cookies and watch sportsball on TV with. And then fall asleep all cuddled up together where sex might be on the table, but it would be okay if it wasn’t.
You know. A Relationship.
And then Jane announced her globe-trotting ways were done, at least for a while, and Darcy found herself moving into a large phallic building in the middle of New York, and that was… Different. They didn’t have to chase grant money or results or anything like that. Darcy finally had the chance to finish her degree- online, of course, because in addition to Jane, there were several other people also living in the tower that Culver loved the mostest.
Which was awesome. Because then she could continue helping Janeand actually finish doing what she really wanted to do.
And then… And then Steve moved into the tower. He’d been off looking for his friend or something, but now he was back? Meeting him was… Well…
Darcy was stretched up on her tiptoes, reaching for the fucking mixing bowl that was tucked away on the top fucking shelf. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. This. This is what I get for moving in somewhere everyone is over six fucking feet tall. Because that’s fucking reasonable.”
“You could have Stark build you a stepstool that walks or something.” That was an unfamiliar voice. Darcy turned to see Captain America lounging in the door in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that- hot damn. His arms were folded across his chest and he looked distinctly amused.
“Or I could ask someone for help.” She batted her eyelashes at him. “Would you please get that down for me?”
Immediately he was walking across the kitchen, where he easily reached up and grabbed the bowl, setting it down on the counter.
“Thanks. I’m Darcy.” She smiled up at him- because of course he was over six feet tall, too.
“Steve.” His eyes crinkled at the corner when he smiled at her in return, and okay maybe her heart jumped a little.
“Wanna help me make cookies? Chocolate chip.” She gestured to the mixing bowl. “I think I’ll need help with the quality control part.”
“That all you need help with?” An eyebrow quirked. “I’m pretty sure the chocolate chips are stashed somewhere out of reach, too.”
“It’s a good thing you’re here, then.”