Chapter One
The first time Sergeant James Buchannan Barnes meets Darcy Lewis is four days after he has moved into Avengers Tower. SHEILD had just released him and Stark had offered to let him to move in because he had nowhere to go. Also Steve might have asked.
He had been heading to the communal kitchen to get something to eat. When he got closer he could hear music coming from it. When he got to the kitchen he finally realized the reason for the music. In the kitchen there was a girl standing in front of the stove boiling water. She had long wavy dark brown hair and pin up model like curves. She was wearing a pair of tore up jeans and baggy hoodie. She had her back to him so she didn't realize he was there yet. This must be Doctor Foster's assistant Darcy Lewis if he was to go by the description of her that Clint had told him. He had been told about everyone who lived in the tower and her and Foster were the only two he hadn't met yet.
He watched as she swayed her hips back and forth to the music. Just as he was about to announce his presence, she went to remove the pot from the stove when some of the water slopped over the side and onto her hand. "Son of bitch! Stupid mothering fucking water."
"You okay?" he asked. When she heard his voice she shrieked and turned around, pulling a Taser out of her back pocket that he hadn't noticed. She fired it at him and thanks to all of his training his was able to dodge the prongs that had shot out. He heard her drop the Taser. When he was too busy trying to rebalance himself, she had picked up pan. He wasn't quick enough to dodge the pan she swung at his face.
When he woke up the music was still playing but softer now and he had something soft underneath his head. He opened his eyes to the concerned faces of Steve Rogers and Darcy Lewis and the amused face of Clint Barton. "Oh my god. Are you okay? I am so sorry!" Darcy started babbling a thousand words a minutes and she didn't seem like she was going to stop anytime soon so he cut her off.
"Yeah, just got a bit of a headache."
Clint had been giggling quietly to himself since he woke up and when Steve asked "What happened?" that seemed to send the archer over the edge and starting laughing full out. "Darcy didn't realize Barnes was behind her when she spilt some hot water on her hand. He asked if she was okay and she freaked out and tried to taze him but he moved out of the way so she picked up a pan and swung it at him and hit him on the head. It. Was. Awesome." Clint explained between bouts of laughter.
"Well I didn't know he was living here! Nobody told me!" At Darcy's exclamation Steve looked confused.
"Clint, I thought you were going to tell her Bucky moved in? And how do you know what happened?"
"It may have slipped my mind and I was in the air ducts above the kitchen." Steve sighed. "Why were you in the air ducts?"
"I wanted to see what would happen," was Clint's reply. Darcy smacked him on the arm. "You asshole. I could have given him brain damage or something!"
James winced at that. She didn't realize that his brain already was damaged from everything that had happened from his past but just not in the way she meant. He moved to sit up and everybody moved out of the way so he could and looked around. He was still in the kitchen on the ground. It was then that he noticed Darcy had pulled her hoodie off and put in under his head. She was in a tank top now and it showed off her generous curves nicely.
"Do you want some aspirin or something? Hello?" Darcy asked him. She poked him on his bionic arm. It snapped his attention back to her face and he flinched. Nobody had ever touched his arm like that; like it was just a regular flesh and blood arm, not made of metal. At least not until they had gotten to know him. "No, I'm fine."
Now Darcy looked amused. She must have noticed his staring. "Okay then. I'm just going to finish making my tea then go to bed." And with that she turned around and went back to her hot water. He looked between Steve and Clint now. Clint still looked amused and Steve had on his disapproving face.
"I'll help Barnes Cap. You can go back to bed," Clint said. Steve still didn't look happy but he left saying goodnight to everybody over his shoulder as he left the room. Clint offered him a hand up. When he stood up he felt a little dizzy and had to sit down at the counter. "You should get your head checked. Make sure she didn't give you a concussion." James just snorted. "I'll be fine."
"Oh, another person who avoids medical at all costs, awesome. This one already avoids it like it's the plague," Darcy said sitting a cup of tea in front of him and Clint who had joined him at the counter. "And drink up before it gets cold." Clint looked at the tea dubiously.
"You didn't poison this did you?" She gave Clint a look that clearly said 'really?'
"Now would I do that?" she asked innocently. James snorted again. This brought her attention back to him. She was looking at him like she was trying to size him up. It made him nervous and made him wonder whether or not she had poisoned the tea. She sighed. "Don't worry Barnes; I didn't poison your tea."
"And what about mine?" Clint asked. She just smirked at him and said
"Guess you'll just have to risk it and find out." Despite her words she came around the counter to give him a hug and tell him goodnight. She turned to him, giving him a speculative look. She seemed to have made up her mind about something because she suddenly launched at him giving him a hug too. He stiffened up for about two seconds before relaxing into it. "Sorry for hitting you with a pan and trying to taze you. Night Barnes." She pulled away and went to walk out of the kitchen.
"Night Ms. Lewis." At that she turned around and made a face. "Darcy. Please do not call me Ms. Lewis for the love of all that is holy." He smirked at that. "Only if you call me Bucky." She stared at him for a minute before smiling.
"Bucky then. Night boys." She turned back around, picking up her hoodie off the ground and waved over her shoulder, a cup of tea in her other hand.
He wasn't sure how long he had been staring at the spot where she disappeared when Clint spoke. He had forgotten he was there. He snapped his attention back to him. "She's something isn't she?" he asked. He had a look on his face like he knew something that he didn't. He probably did.
"That's an understatement," he mumbled as he took a sip of his tea.
