Fastest Delivery Girl Alive
It’s a good thing Tony reinforced the landing pad on the Tower. Otherwise it would have cracker or broke off from the force of me dropping on to it right now. Straitening up the strap of the grocery sack Darcy gave me, I walked in and found said woman puttering away in the kitchen of the common area. Uncle Clint and Nat were sitting side by side duking it in Mortal Kombat, not even acknowledging my entrance.
“Hey baby,” Darcy called out in a bad Elvis impersonation, “Did you get everything on my list.”
“Yes,” I grumbled, dropping the bag beside the counter and plopping down on one of the stools in front of the island.
If either of them were picking up on my sour mood from the bond, they weren’t offering any kind of comfort. It’s my own fault really. Actually it’s sort of Tony’s fault too. He’s the one who brought up a race between me and him in his latest suit as part of the orphanage charity drive Skye talked Pepper in to doing. My big mouth told him that I can literally zip to any part of the world twice before he finishes suiting up.
That led Darcy to somehow talking me in to being her personal shopper/delivery girl. I was tricked somehow. That is the only explanation. She used some weird mind game or her boobs as a distraction. Regardless, because I apparently said it was no problem Darcy now uses me to fetch fresh goods from markets in various cities all over the world. Tony, adding insult to injury, provided her with a company credit card accepted everywhere and a special sack that would keep everything nice and fresh and safe during the flight.
“Perfecto,” Darcy declared as she began piling up the various fruits, vegetables and other assorted goods on to the counter. Including a pound of Dutch fudge. “Oh awesome. Hey Nat, she found a couple bottles of that rum you needed.”
“Great. I’ve had a longing for rum raisin cookies and now I can whip us all up a batch,” she declared as she delivered a fatality to Uncle Clint.
“You two do realize that because of all of this there’s #Superdeliverygirl now, right?”
“Yup. Be grateful we vetoed Tony putting the bumper sticker of it on your travel bag there,” Darcy informed me.
“Terrific,” I sighed resting my head on my crossed arms on the counter.
“Aww. Don’t pout baby,” Darcy said in a sweet soothing tone.
“I’m not pouting,” I defended lamely.
“You know,” Darcy began, coming around and draping herself over me from behind, “I was thinking the three of us could go out tonight to our favorite cocktail dessert bar. We could spend the time dancing, drinking and watching you eat plate after plate of Death by Chocolate cake while Nat curses your super metabolism under her breath.”
“Darcy,” Nat groaned.
“I’m listening,” I said, genuinely liking this idea and the payback it would give me on both of them. It might be petty of me to use my ability to eat any dessert without fear of getting fat against them, but with what I’ve had to put up with lately it’ll be worth it.
“And it will all be on Tony’s dime. He did give me a company card after all,” Darcy added.
“I’m sold,” I declared.
“Me too,” Nat breathed. Darcy and I snickered s we heard her thoughts of burning off the calories in the gym all afternoon tomorrow.
“Room for one more?” Uncle Clint asked hopefully.
“Sorry bowboy, but this is a girls only party,” Darcy told him, placing a warm sloppy kiss to my cheek before whispering, “And a way to show how much I love and appreciate you.”
And just like that, my sour mood was lifted. Thanks to Darcy, her sweet tone and words, as well as her boobs rubbing against my back.