Prompt: Shoulder rubs. From the Tumblr list Nonsexual Acts of Intimacy.
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After a long day of Steve Avengering, Darcy liked to throw on pop culture relevant movie and sit on the back of the couch while giving him a shoulder rub. He did the same for her on the times she'd sat for what felt like forever on her laptop or tablet.
"More pressure on the left. Oh, yea, like that," he groaned out. "I don't understand Snape. How could anyone know what side he's on?"
Their movie was Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, having been watching the others that week. It came about when he did not understand her Accio reference to his search for Bucky and that was not okay with her. Any man she loved had to at least know the basics for Harry Potter.
Darcy huffed a chuckled. "That's because there's still two other movies to see."
"If you say so, doll."
"Well, I do say so," she sassed back, kneading the right side of his back now, only to get his cute laugh in response.
Honestly she was kind of dreading the end of the movie; Steve had become somewhat attached to Dumbledore (maybe reminded of Erskine?), and really didn't want to see his sad face.
"Hands where I can see them!" Tony called out as he strut from the elevator on to Darcy's floor. "I'm your father, youngling! Shouldn't want to scar me for the rest of my life," he continued much to Steve's embarrassment, if his reddish ears were to go by.
"That could actually still happen," she snarked, "to you?"
"Every father likes to believe his daughter is innocent until his death," he answered sagely, taking a sip from the glass of Bourbon in his hand.
Unable to help herself, Darcy snorted. "Like you really believe that."
"I'd like to," said Tony, with a larger drink. "But honestly? I'm not sure whether to be proud you're defiling a national icon, or horrified at your taste in much older men."
"Dad!" she hissed as Steve growled, "Tony!"
"Well, I just came by to let old Cap know I've got Katniss' new trick arrows finished. See you later kiddo," he called out cheerfully, going back to the elevator muttering to Jarvis.
"I'm sorry about him."
Looking back at her, Steve flashed a bemused smile. "Don't worry. I'm used to him by now."
"Okay," Darcy said and kissed the back of his head. "Let's finish our movie, then relax in bed. With all doors locked, of course."
Steve only moaned in agreement as she'd begun to rub his shoulders again.
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