Steve x Darcy for ChrissiHR
“What do you mean you’re expecting a baby? I thought you said you weren’t sleeping with anyone?” Jane sounded like she was going to explode, so Steve ducked into lab, hoping to help whoever was the focus of her confusion and wrath. He was chuckling until he saw who that person was. Darcy. The unrequited love of his life. (okay, so he hadn’t actually confirmed that his love was unrequited, it just made sense that such a swell dame was too good for a fucked up soldier from decades before she was born, and who came with more baggage than a cruise ship.) Steve felt like he’d been punched in the gut, because even though it hurt like hell, he still wanted to be near her. And if she had a baby to think about, Darcy would likely move away from the compound. She always said it was a giant target. Before Steve could spiral further into self-pity or sneak back out of the lab, Jane spotted him and called him over, “CAPTAIN! Has Darcy filled out any of the forms for inter-staff fraternization? She hasn’t been off base for at least two months and is claiming there is a baby on the way!” With his escape cut off, Steve started stutter through an answer about HIPPA and how if Darcy wanted to inform people they would know, when Darcy herself cut him off with a laugh.
“Oh Janey! I’m not pregnant! I’m exp-”
“Then why did you tell me the lab needed babyproofing because you were expecting a baby?!”
“Because Laura and the kids are coming back with Clint, and I want to be able to cuddle my nephew while I’m transcribing your chicken scratch!”
“You’re not seeing anyone?” Steve asked hopefully before he could stop himself.
“If you want to know, show up at my apartment at 6. Wear something pretty.” Darcy winked at him, and Steve flushed with excitement. He had a date.