Darcy/Steve 12
“Are you sure you want to be doing this?” Steve asked. They were sitting in the front of his truck, his concession to moving around the city with other people, the vehicle totally shut down and quiet. He looked over at her, blue eyes sincere and questioning.
“Uh, yeah.” Darcy widened her eyes and nodded for emphasis. “That would be why I’m in the truck right now and not actually somewhere else. Wait…” She stared at him for a second. “Did you kidnap me? Am I going to have to start yelling for help because Captain America has stolen me away.”
He gave her a look and she just grinned back at her. “It’s just that this is a big commitment. There’s no going back if we do this.”
“Believe me, I’m well aware.” She pulled at the skirt of her dress, adjusting it over her knee. “Can we go inside now? It’s getting kinda cold in here, Mr. I-Don’t-Notice-The-Temperature-Ever.”
He gave her another look, but he opened the driver’s side door and got out, and Darcy opened her own door. She’d already unbuckled her seat belt as soon as he’d parked the truck, so it was just a matter of sliding to the ground without flashing everyone. Because there were already fucking paparazzi there. Of course there fucking were.
She ignored them all, eyes trained straight ahead as she moved around the truck to meet Steve on the sidewalk. His arm went around her, she could feel a hint of the protectiveness as he pulled her into his side. It was only a few steps to the glass door, though, and he pulled it open and held it for her as she slipped inside.
Not that it was any quieter inside, of course. This was a very different noise, a welcome noise. Darcy couldn’t help but smile.
The woman at the front desk looked a little startled to see them there. Her eyes fastened on Steve, because of course he was Steve Rogers, all jawline of justice and piercing blue eyes of freedom. It took her a second to find her voice. Darcy could empathize. “Can I help you?”
“We’re looking for a cat.” Darcy grinned. “And, like, if you have any that have some sort of physical disability that have been here for a while, that’s even better.” They’d talked about it. Steve didn’t necessarily want to make a political statement with the cat they adopted together, but he had a soft spot for animals that no one else would take in. And, you know, if it encouraged other people to provide loving homes for animals that might not normally get them, even better.
The woman looked between them for a moment, then nodded. She pushed back the wheeled office chair and got to her feet. “I’d like you to meet Blueberry.”