"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas!"
Darcy Lewis could not carry a tune to save her life. This, of course, did not dissuade her from trying, as Bruce Banner could attest to.
"Just like the ones I used to know!"
Bruce Banner could sing. He was just shy about it. Darcy loved when he sang, though, so he did on occasion. And this was one of them.
"Where the tree tops glisten,"
"And children listen,
"To hear sleigh bells in the snow." They sang together. Darcy was hanging upside down off one of Bruce's lab chairs and Bruce was attempting to work, but the Christmas spirit (a.k.a. Darcy) was a little distracting, even to the ever focused Dr. Banner.
"It hasn't snowed yet," Darcy sighed. "Why hasn't it snowed yet?"
"Hmm," Bruce hummed, peering into a microscope at something microscopic.
"Bruce!"
"What?"
"Ahh, Science has run away with my boyfriend again."
"Sorry."
"Yeah, yeah."
"I miss the snow too," Bruce told her, pulling Darcy gently from the chair so that she was right side up. "Don't worry. It will come soon." They sat, snuggled up on the couch for a long while.
"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, with every Christmas card I write"
Suddenly Darcy shot off the couch and tripped headlong for the windows. There were several ominous sounding crashes, and Bruce winced as he followed her, albeit more carefully.
"Snow!" she rejoiced. "Bruce, it's snowing!" She seized his hand, towing him to the roof, heedless of the fact that neither of them had coats. "Isn't it wonderful?" she exclaimed, twirling happily. Soft flakes of snow clung to her dark hair and cold colored her cheeks. Bruce thought he had never dreamed of being this happy.
"It is," he agreed, catching her mid twirl and pulling her close.
"May your days be merry and bright, and may all your Christmases be white."
Author's Note: Haha, party foul. Right, so yesterday I was so very excited to post the first chapter that I completely forgot the fact that the story was a countdown. My bad. So yesterday's was 5. This is 4.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed, and for my first ever plea for audience input, I am asking what I should do about Steve. I mean, everyone else has a significant other with whom to be sappy, but I have not yet run across any OC that could become someone for Steve, and that blonde waitress from the movie who they're so setting him up with should have been shot in the Chitauri invasion. Ideas are welcome at this junction.