March 14th, 2018
I'm shameless, shameless as a man can be
You can make a total fool of me
I just wanted you to know
I am shameless
Shameless
Shameless...
March 14th, 2018
“No, nope. That’s it, I’m done. I’m out.” Darcy says as the helicopter sets down on the roof of Avengers Tower.
“Ms. Lewis, we really should-“
“No, Eliza, we shouldn’t. We’ve got all of this nailed down, we’ve talked about every contingency, if we talk this into the ground any further we’re going to have to apply for some permits in China.” Darcy tries very hard not to let her frustration show.
Diplomacy. Her life is all about diplomacy now. Plus, she wants to be able to shake this conversation off when she ends the call. “And it’s the weekend. I told you I’m going incommunicado for this entire weekend.”
“It’s been on the schedule for months.” Mel breaks in. “And we’ve got everything in hand. If there’s anything new, you contact either Thom or me, Eliza.”
“I suppose. It’s just such a big deal. Minister Janssen feels very strongly-“
“Darcy, we’ve got it from here. Have a good weekend.” Thom breaks in.
“Thanks everyone. I’m gone.” Darcy lowers the phone and jabs the off button. Then she takes several deep breaths as she unbuttons her blazer and whips off the blue silk shirt she’d worn under it.
Leaving her in a worn v-neck Hollies shirt that’s Bucky’s favorite because of the way the fabric clings and how stretched out the neck is, and a black pencil skirt. Perfect for the birthday celebration taking place a few floors below.
The party is at what once was Bucky and Steve’s apartment, and then was only Bucky’s, and now, after the last week, is Bucky and Darcy’s apartment.
Although they haven’t been in it at the same time yet. Jane, Thor, Sam, Clint and Wanda had helped her move her things over while Steve, Bucky, and Pietro were on a mission. Tony had sent a fruit basket and a mostly not helpful DUM-E. It had been plants and throw pillows and bright rugs and silly posters and so much music and her hammock and a thousand other things zipping up and down the elevators.
Darcy had left on Wednesday after spending one night in his bed, which she’d made up with her girliest bedding. Serves him right for pestering her about moving in together for the past few months.
She’d expected a call or text or tweet or reaction video or something when he’d gotten home last night, but there had been nothing.
The co-pilot, Wyatt, holds up a hand to help her down. Wyatt and Bev are her standard pilots/security team. She hopes they never leave her because finding a team that is US government approved is hard enough, but then they have to be Stark vetted, and then, the hardest test of all, Bucky approved.
“Have a good weekend, Ms. Lewis.”
“You too, Wyatt. You know, in your separate rooms, doing separate things, fully clothed.” Darcy says, checking her phone for any new messages. Wyatt says nothing, but Bev winks.
She’s excited to get downstairs. It’s only been a week since she’s seen him, but she’s missed him. They do everything they can to keep their time apart to only short periods. He’s gone to Asgard with her twice now, and most of the times she travels earth-side, he’s with her. (Thor comes too, and Jane complains that nothing is as simple as the old days, when she and Darcy slept in the research van instead of having to find hotels or rental homes, spending weeks at a time out in the desert or up in the mountains. Darcy reminds Jane of the distinct lack of orgasms during those times, and Jane shuts up.)
The roof access door opens when she’s a few yards away, and there he is.
“Heya roommate!” Darcy calls, even as her heart goes all wonky in her chest over him. She hopes that never goes away.
The slow grin he gives her is her very favorite one. He meets her halfway and picks her up, wrapping his arms around her tightly.
“Best present ever, doll.”
“Well now, you haven’t seen what I’ve got on under this Buckaroo. Take it from me, you’re speaking too soon.”
“Oh yeah? That so? Whaddaya got there?” He tries to tug the neck of her shirt out, but Darcy clamps her hands over it.
“You’ll just have to wait and see. But I’ll give you a hint. It’s blue, lacy, and has such pretty, pretty bows.”
“I fuckin’ love you.” Bucky says, abandoning his attempts to get a peek down her shirt to kiss her.
“Hi Sergeant Barnes.” Wyatt says as he squeezes past them, long used to this kind of behavior.
"Happy Birthday, Sergeant Barnes.” Bev says.
“You know what I was thinking?” Darcy asks him, tangling her fingers in the hair at the back of his neck.
“What were you thinkin’?” Bucky asks against her skin, his lips making a trail down her jawbone.
“I am pretty sure,” Darcy says, voice wavering a little when he nips at the skin just under her ear, “that you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, birthday boy.”
His arms tighten around her, and Darcy feels like she’s home.