Happy Ending ❤️
He didn’t sleep all night, listing out every possible scenario for the morning in his head. At around 7, he slipped out of bed went on his morning run.
When he reentered the apartment, he heard sounds of vomiting.
Quickly filling a glass with water, he walked to the bathroom. Darcy was leaning over the toilet, heaving out the last of the Asgardian mead and pizza. He set the water down on the counter before crouching down and holding her hair back.
He rubbed her back as she dry heaved before sitting up and flushing the toilet.
“Good?” He asked.
She only nodded, stumbling towards the sink to brush her teeth and wash her face.
He handed her the water cup and she gulped it down with the painkiller.
“Did you...take off my makeup?” She looked at her face in the mirror.
Steve blushed, scratching the back of his neck.
“Uh, yeah. I know how much you hate going to bed with your makeup on.”
She turned to him and smiled. It was a rare Darcy smile, where her eyes lit up and face shone with soft happiness. Usually, it made his chest feel full. Today, he felt like the worst asshole in the world.
“You’re so good to me,” she said softly, kissing his jaw.
“Darce, I only took off your makeup. It’s not a big deal,” he said as gently as he could, but she was already moving to the bed.
“Yeah but...it’s just nice.” She sighed, slipping under the blankets.
It was the bare minimum. He’d done the absolute bare minimum. But then again, when she was sure he’d break up with her in a few days, this probably seemed heavenly.
For a second, a split second, he considered the breakup, letting her go so she could live in a better world. With a better man.
But his heart clenched as her breathing evened out again under his covers, wearing his shirt.
No, he was a selfish bastard. He couldn’t let her go. No, he needed to make it up to her. He needed to show her the love he felt his heart overflowing with. He needed to win her faith back in their relationship. In him.
Over the next six months, he made it his mission to take his girl out on any and all dates he could think of. He pulled some strings at her workplace and got them to give her paid time off for a week-long vacation to Hawaii. Breakfast was now an everyday thing. Surprise lunches were almost not surprising anymore. Dinners, well, dinners were a Darcy thing that he left gratefully to her.
He was dead set on proving to her that she was worth everything to him. She wasn’t just a part of his world. She was his world.
And he said those exact words when Darcy, in the most Darcy way possible, snapped at him one day, telling him to “spill the beans, dude.”
He made her cry that night. He spoke his heart out like never before. She cried through all of it, smudging her mascara a little more every time she swiped under her eyes.
She cried even more when he got down on one knee, promising to make it up to her for the rest of his life, if she’d let him, of course.
She cried as she said yes, as he put the sapphire ring on her finger, as they kissed passionately, filled with love and promise.
And legend has it, Steve Rogers never set foot near another punching bag ever again.