Darcy/Thor/Steve
Darcy leaned forward, resting the side of her helmeted head against the back of Steve’s dark brown leather jacket, her eyes closed. She was glad she’d listened to him and grabbed a pair of gloves before they’d taken off, the air was cold as they sped through the late April afternoon.
She had no idea where they were going. Steve did, of course. It was somewhere he’d been before, apparently, and just perfect for them to get away to for a weekend.
Thor knew where they were going, too. That was probably a good thing considering he’d be flying. There was no room on the back of Steve’s bike for him, too. Not that he wasn’t perfectly happy to fly. He was going to meet themthere, wherever there was.
She’d long since lost track of where they were going. She was perfectly happy to just sit there, though, snuggled up against Steve’s back as he guided them easily down the highway, weaving his bike in and out of traffic.
Every so often he would take one hand off the handlebars and press it over where hers were settled against his stomach. Yup. This was basically the best.
Eventually he took an offramp, pulling off the interstate and down into the little town that was clustered around the exit. He didn’t even slow down, though, continuing on until they hit a smaller highway on the other side. They went over a bridge, and then after a while they were turning right.
They were out in the middle of nowhere. And that was completely okay, it was nice to think about being able to maybe go outside with them? Look at the stars even? Yeah… This was starting to look better and better. Darcy sat up a little straight, taking in as much of the surroundings as she could.
They pulled to a stop outside what looked like some kind of cabin. Like, an actual no shit log cabin. It was on a lake, there were trees. It was really pretty, actually.
Steve held out his hand to help Darcy balance herself as she got off the bike. She climbed off, standing to the side, pulling off the helmet before indulging in a long stretch.
Thor was strolling over to them, hammer swinging idly in his hand. He was wearing a broad smile, and she couldn’t stop from moving to him and wrapping her arms around him. His free hand held her close for a moment. “I’ve managed the security system,” he told Steve over her head.
“Thanks.” Steve took the helmet from her, reaching back to put it on the bike before catching her hand.
Together, the three of them started walking towards the cabin’s front door. As they neared, though, Thor’s arm came up directly in front Darcy as he came to an abrupt stop. “There is someone within,” he announced, hefting the hammer in his hand as he looked at the door.
Steve sort of pulled Darcy behind him as Thor approached the door, moving like some sort of predatory cat.
The door burst open, a slight, dark-haired woman standing there with her hands up. “I’m sorry?” Her eyes moved between the three of them, and she looked like she might pass out.