Chapter 2
Clint was shirtless, Bruce was happily rubbing Natasha's feet and she, herself was on cloud nine. She was pleasantly full from one of her favourite meals cooked by Bruce and her skin was nicely flushed from the large bottle - or two - of wine that they had split.
All in all, it had been a lovely, romantic evening with her Soulmates. More and more clothes were disappearing from their bodies and onto the floor and she sighed in bliss as Bruce peeled her from her tight dress.
Clint rewarded her with a look that made her blood boil. He slowly pressed feather light kisses along her neck and lightly nipped at her ear, just as Bruce bit down on the exact spot on her shoulder that made her thighs clench.
Bruce shared a smirk with Clint before trailing his strong hands lightly down her back, in tandem with Clint's lips along her front. His hands reached the clasp of her bra just as a sudden bang sounded through the room.
A knife that neither of the men knew Natasha had flew through the room and embedded itself in the oak paneling along the wall, just in front of Tony's face.
She had to admit that she was impressed when he didn't flinch, just ducked underneath it and dragged Darcy along with him.
Bruce quickly used a pillow to cover himself up while Natasha and Clint remained unconcerned at their nudity.
Tony gently pushed Darcy towards them and sternly pointed.
"Keep her in here whilst I go threaten the ancient relics."
"Dad!" He ignored her protests before leaving as quickly as he had come. Darcy burnt holes in the closing door with a glare before turning back to take in their awkward position.
She blushed to the roots of her hair. "Okay, so you're in the middle of doing the Frick Frack, so I'll just go into Natasha's room and turn my Ipod on full volume so that you can finish." She nodded once before scuttling out.
The three semi-naked people shared a glance before shrugging. Bruce's mouth met Clint's whilst Natasha rid herself of her remaining clothes. They weren't going to let a pesky thing like someone being in the next room stop them. It hadn't ever stopped them before.
And for the next forty-five minutes, they forgot about Darcy and focused on showing their love for each other in it's most carnal form.
*****
Steve and Bucky shared a bemused smile as Tony manically waved a screwdriver around. They were all in his workshop on the second to top floor of the Avengers Tower, the two men having been dragged there after Tony had left Darcy God knows where. He was currently threatening them with various tools.
"You don't think I'll do it? Fucking hurt her and I will." He ranted, gesturing wildly. He swiveled to face them, a manic gleam in his eyes. "Name one person more capable than me to build a fucking time machine and travel back to the war and kick both your asses. I'll fucking do it capsicle." He poked Bucky with a hammer. "Try me Robocop."
Steve gently pulled the hammer from Tony's hands and placed it on to a nearby workbench that was already littered with tools. "Tony, we're not going to hurt her."
"Yep," Bucky chipped in. "We're going to court her proper."
Tony pointed a wrench at them menacingly. "You ice cubes better do."
*****
Darcy paced through the three soulmate's apartment, much to the amusements of said soulmates. It was around midnight when Natasha had walked into her room with an air of satisfaction and a matching smirk to tell her that it was safe to come out. Darcy now clutched a large bottle of expensive Russian vodka and took a swig every few sentences.
"Darcy, you need to calm down." Bruce said, snuggling into a still naked Natasha's side. Clint, in turn, snuggled into Bruce's back. They were curled up in happy pile on the sofa, and of the three, only Bruce was wearing clothes.
Considering that Darcy visited them often, she was very accustomed to seeing them naked.
"Calm down? Easy for you to say, you're already settled down happily with your soulmates and I just found out that mine are about a hundred years old and look absolutely perfect."
"You think it was easy for me? Darcy look at them." Bruce gestured at Natasha and Clint. "They're two super spies that look pretty damn perfect. I'm just a scientist not to mention asexual." Clint and Nat sent him a disapproving look at putting himself down. Darcy felt her mouth open in shock.
"You're asexual? Weren't you guys just...?" Darcy awkwardly flailed her hands at the sofa.
Bruce chuckled softly and Clint took over the explanation. "He doesn't take part exactly, he's just with us. Bruce likes to kiss us, and touch us, just not anything sexual"
"We just like him there, to be with us." Natasha finished. Darcy felt her brows furrow as she tried to make sense of this. Meanwhile, Natasha continued talking. "It's not easy making it work with three separate people, but you can."
"It just takes time." Bruce said.
"And effort." Clint chipped in.
"You need to figure each other out." Natasha finished.
"I forget how creepy you guys can be." Darcy said, taking another swig of vodka.