Darcy watched the fireworks from inside the lab. She kept Rogers company who always spent this part of the 4th in there. Behind the sound proof glass he could enjoy the spectacle without having to endure the noise and without having to fight the urge to flinch and hide whenever it got too loud. He didn't mind very much that he wasn't up on the roof with the rest of guests. Darcy's witty commentary about this years party so far was much more enjoyable then a strangers attempts at nonchalant conversation anyway. With her heated forehead pressed to the window she chattered away while drawing dicks into the mist her breath created on the glass.
While the others had gotten more relaxed around him over time, had mostly turned to using his not completely worn off awkwardness as an opportunity for jokes, Darcy was the only one who was completely carefree in his company. Just like she was in the company of any of the Avengers. She'd give everyone she met the Darcy treatment no matter if they were human, alien, a lab created rage monster, a billionaire or a waitress. Steve knew that his team mates enjoyed being around her just as much as he did. They all felt at ease in her company, as if somewhere in their body there had been a tense muscle they hadn't known about that would just loosen up when Darcy was there.
He walked up to her to carefully take the drink out of the hand that wasn't currently drawing voluptuous breasts. He could see that she was leaning against the window mostly because she was drunk enough to have trouble standing upright on her own. "I think you had enough Ms. Lewis. Don't remember you being such a lightweight. Last time we went out you had at least twice as many drinks before you drew yourself a goatee and started to make up some serious science.", the Captain said with a good humoured smile.
He'd expected some resistance. Darcy usually wouldn't let anyone mother her, especially not when it came to her buzz. But she just let go of the half empty glass without even looking at him. Her docility worried Steve. There'd been a few times where she'd sung a terrible rendition of that song about independent women while sealing her ears with her hands when someone had told her that it was probably time to stop drinking. Other times she'd just shakily danced out of reach if anyone tried to take her glass.
"Something is going on with you.", Steve said simply. It wasn't just the drink she'd given up too easily, it also was her way too tame dissection of tonight's events. Darcy was miles away from her usual cheeky self. Miles away from Steve, too, as it seemed. She gave no indication of having heard his comment.
The fireworks started to die down, there was mostly just heavy smoke in the air now, that would sometimes change from grey to blue or red, looking much like the mist hanging around in haunted houses. The quiet woman who looked like Darcy turned away from the window to face him. She lifted both her hands to her face and used her index fingers to stretch her lips into a smile.
"Look, Captain Roger's I'm completely fine!", she mumbled with deliberate sarcasm.
Darcy stumbled just a little bit when she reached for her glass. She held on to Steve's shoulder to steady herself. She wore what she called killer heels. On account of them killing her when she walked in them but also being deployable to kill someone else. Her eyes were level with his collarbone and she spoke to his throat. "I'll tell you about it when I'm ready Steve. I promise!" She tugged on the glass in his hand. Her voice sounded only a little bit more like her when she said: "Come on granny, the other's will be back from the roof, there are many desperate ladies and gentleman waiting for your attention. A good man would not keep them waiting!" Steve let go of the glass, the sudden loss of resistance made her sway, but she caught herself quickly and took off towards the elevators, singing something that could or could not have been Single Ladies.
He stood there, rendered motionless by the sudden surge off anxiety rushing trough him. Since he'd started to feel less out of place in this time and among these people, since he'd started to seriously try and make a home for himself here he seemed to have forgotten how to deal with change in any way but getting a sudden and very strong urge to just vomit until his guts came out.