Darcy/Steve 11
“Hey, Darce?” Steve’s voice floated down the hall from their bedroom. He sounded… How did he sound? Overly patient. That was overly patient Steve, which meant someone, obviously her in this case, had done something that he thought needed a pretty hefty explanation.
“Yeah?” She called back, pausing her game and resting the controller on her knee as she leaned back on the couch so she could look down the hall.
“Could you come here?”
She set the controller down on the couch, uncrossing her legs and letting her feet his the floor before she pushed herself up. She headed down the hall in the direction of the voice, and it wasn’t long before she was poking her head through the open door. “What’s up?”
He was holding up his shield in one hand, staring at it. As she looked in the room, though, he looked up at her, one eyebrow raised. “You wouldn’t know anything about this, would you?”
Oh fuck. She took in the splash of vibrantly purple glitter that covered one entire half. “Before you decide to murder me, let me explain.” Her eyes flicked back and forth between the sparkly shield and his serious blue eyes for a second before she folded her arms in front of her, going for an air of nonchalance. “Yeah. Well, someone just leaves the thing laying all over the place, seriously, you’re worse than Thor and that damn hammer. I had a glitter malfunction, and it needed to dry before I got it clean.”
Steve lifted one finger and rubbed it across the shiny purple stuff. He took a long, pointed look at his finger. “It looks dry to me.”
“Yeah, but then there was a lab-emergency and I kinda forgot.” There wasalways a lab emergency, if it wasn’t one scientist it was another. Or sometimesall of them, that was always fun. “It’ll take two seconds. And you know, this wouldn’t happen if you actually put your shit away.” Because Steve wasawesome, but he had a habit of not actually putting things away when he was done with them.
His mouth spread into a grin and he shook his head. “Only you, Darce.”
“Yeah, but that’s why you love me.” He tossed the shield on the bed, and she fully entered the room, walking over to wind her arms up around his neck. “I’ll clean it up right after lunch. Sorry I forgot.” It wasn’t like she’d actually be able to hurt the thing, but he had a public image to maintain that probably didn’t include purple sparkles on the shield of justice and truth or whatever the fuck it was.
“I know you will. It’s okay.” His hands slipped into the small of her back as he held her loosely against him. “Of course, I am going to punish you for it later.”
Darcy’s grin grew, her eyebrows lifting faintly in challenge. “Promise?”