Darcy/Steve 13
Jane and Sif got married. There was much rejoicing. Much rejoicing. Like, a lot. With the strong stuff so that the Asgardians present could rejoice, too.
So when Darcy woke up the next day feeling like maybe the world was still a little bit spinny, she wasn’t entirely surprised.
Neither was the fact that she wasn’t alone. Sex had happened last night, pretty vigorous sex if the linger aches were anything to go by. She remembered a blond. Not that that sort of ruled anything out, but…
Said blond hair was poking out of the top of the blanket beside her. She reached over and gently pulled the blanket down to reveal… “Steve. Wow. That’s uh… If you need me, I’ll just be over here high-fiving myself.”
Steve opened his eyes and squinted at her. Apparently Asgardian mead was strong enough to knock his shit over too, because he definitely looked like he’d spent the night at the bottom of a bottle. “Hey.” He gave her a sleepy sort of smile, reaching for her with both arms.
Okay, and while some morning cuddles with Steve sounded pretty fucking fantastic, her bladder was sort of telling her that she had something else to take care of first. “Yeah. Hold that thought, I’ll be right back.”
She slipped out of bed, headed across to the bathroom. They seemed to be in her apartment, that was something. It made it somehow less awkward, although there really wasn’t a rational reason for that.
But she went into the bathroom, totally taking the opportunity to brush her teeth while she was in there. She looked in the mirror while she moved the bristles across her teeth- well-fucked. She definitely looked well-fucked. Her hair was… Well, that was what conditioner was for. You know, later. After cuddles with the excruciatingly hot man that she’d pretty much been wanting to bang forever. Are you kidding, have you seen those hands?
Speaking of hands… That… That hadn’t been there before. Her eyes were fixed on the reflection of her fingers as she rinsed out the toothbrush. She put the toothbrush back in the holder and lifted up her left hand in front of her face. No, that definitely had not been there before.
A simple gold band rested around her, well, her ring finger. “This doesn’t happen.” There was literally no memory of how it got there. Maybe she’d… Tried on Jane’s ring? Forgot to give it back? Logic helpfully supplied that Jane’s ring had been different, more ornate for sure, but that was definitely a very suspicious finger for a ring to be on.
She burst out of the bathroom, rubbing the back of her hand over her still-wet mouth. “Steve… Let me see your hand.”
He looked a little bit confused, but offer her his hand anyway. “Other one.” He held out his left hand this time. “Oh, holy fuck.” Darcy sank down on the edge of the bed, all ideas of a nice morning cuddle completely gone.
He sat up right away, reaching his hand out and sort of awkwardly resting it on her shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
“Don’t panic, but I think we might have accidentally gotten married.” Don’t panic, she was doing enough of that for both of them. Someone needed to keep a cool head.
There was a significant pause from behind her. “Fuck.”