Darcy/Steve 16
Steve was in his super spy disguise, which meant a pair of glasses with nonprescription lenses, a ball cap, and a hoodie he’d borrowed from Thor that hid his Dorito-like physique. But it was working. A couple of people gave him a second look, but it meant that their trip to the pumpkin patch to get a fresh pumpkin was mostly unremarkable.
“That one.” Darcy pointed to the largest pumpkin they’d seen so far.
Steve’s hands came to rest on his hips as he looked at her, one eyebrow raising. “Darce, that pumpkin is almost as big as you are.”
She put her hands on her hips, and looked back at him undaunted. “That’s a little bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?” The prize pumpkin, the display pumpkin, that was about as big as Darcy was. She could probably hollow it out and convince Tony to make a pumpkin carriage for her- not that she hadn’t thought about it, but it was firmly not for sale. There was a sign on it and everything.
“Okay…” He took another long look down at the pumpkin. “It probably weighsabout as much as you do.”
“Now you’ve painted yourself into a corner. Because if it weighs as much as I do, which is probably still an exaggeration, thank you, and you refuse to pick it up, you’re basically saying that I’m too heavy to pick up.” She stared at him for a second. “We have to get it now. It’s the principle of the thing.”
The corners of his mouth were twitching like he was trying not to smile. “I’m not sure that’s how that works. I seem to remember picking you up last night.”
Her belly twisted at the memory of the events that had taken place after he’d picked her up from where she’d been working at her computer. “Principle of the thing!” she shouted back, but she was grinning too. Okay, it was ridiculous. But if this was the biggest thing they argued about, they were doing pretty good.
“Okay.” He bent over and picked up the gigantic pumpkin easily, although he did hold it in two hands so that he wasn’t all, unnaturally strong guy picking up heavy pumpkins effortlessly.
“Thank you!” Darcy sang back at him. “Now we just need two more pumpkins and then we can go home.”
He took a pointed look down at the huge pumpkin in his hands, and back up at her. “We need more pumpkins?”
“Uh, where do you think pumpkin seeds and pumpkin puree come from? Haven’t you heard Clint talk about my pie?” Clint did really, really like her pie. Which, to be fair, she made awesome pie.
Steve opened his mouth, then closed it again, his cheeks going slightly pink. “I thought…”
She stared at him for a second, eyes widening and grin spreading until her face hurt. “You thought it was a euphemism? Oh my god, Steve, I don’t think it’s possible for you to get any more adorable right now.” She and Clint had had a thing at one point, that was true. But thinking back on how many times Clint had gone on about how much he really enjoyed her pie, she couldn’t help but start to laugh.
Steve said something about the internet and cream pie, but he was mumbling a little and she was laughing too hard.