It was hard to move and it was hard to breathe and there was fur plastered on her back and her hangover was rolling out a kettle drum solo inside of her head. And it must have been one Hell of a night because she was sore and sticky from head to toe. The room smelled like fire and sweat and oil and bad decisions.

None of these sensations were new to her.

Darcy kept her eyes screwed shut, trying to reclaim all of those broken, disjointed images; half a dozen hot mouths licking and biting, twice as many hands rubbing and groping, skin on skin, bodies sandwiched and writhing, a dozen voices moaning and grunting… oh it had been all kinds of sexy magic! Her brain may not have remembered but her body sure as Hell did.

Darcy finally cracked one crusty eye open and it took a moment for her to focus on the hazy appendage resting a few inches from her nose. Without glasses her eyesight could be described as 'shit' at best and the hairy, lumpy flesh colored thing resting not too far from her face wasn't the easiest to identify. It wasn't until her eyes drifted up that Darcy realized the mystery limb was an ankle. Curious as to who her bed-mate was Darcy attempted to sit up for a better look but didn't get to far seeing as whoever was spooning behind her had an arm across her ribcage cupping her bare breast.

Okay. She thought, closing her eyes and taking in a stabilizing breath. Had a threesome at a wedding. I should send this story to a porno mag to publish. And as much as she wanted to start writing her letter to 'Playgirl' her first order of business was finding out who she had ended up banging and, saying a quick prayer in her mind. Darcy opened her eyes and shifted enough to see who she was spooning with.

Dr. Banner would not have been her first guess. Trying not to move excessively she craned her head around to see who else she's shacked up with and her mouth opened slightly as an exhale of pure surprise escaped her. It was the number one boy next door scout Steve -Captain fucking America- Rogers using her calves as a pillow while his feet rested against the headboard not three inches from her face. Oh… wow. I gotta give myself some high fives later on. Steve shifted, nuzzling against her leg and drawing Darcy's attention to a flash of red splayed over his shoulder. Turning and twisting as slowly and carefully as she could Darcy managed to sit up just a tiny bit more to see that Natasha had curled up at the foot of the bed with Steve and was using Clint's bicep as a cuddle buddy. Not that Darcy could blame her. She'd been wanting to drool on his arms since she first saw them.

So… this is new. Not only was this her first full-fledged orgy but it had been with freakin Superheroes! And it was the biggest bullshit ever that she couldn't remember anymore than flashes of skin, the taste of honeyed alcohol, and a vague recollection of a wedding. Who got married…? Chances were good that whoever had tied the knot wouldn't have been involved in a marital bed gang-bang-a-rama… then again… in a moment of panic her fingers shot up and relief washed over her at the lack of a wedding band. Okay so 'not it'. Rubbing her fingers gently over Dr. Banner's hands -which still held her breasts- Darcy exhaled gently. No ring there. Trying to sit up for a better view to make sure she wasn't a home-wrecker Darcy accidentally rubbed herself against Dr. Banner making him grunt before his grip tightened and -with an ease and strength she hadn't been prepared for- he tugged her back against his chest. Okay so it wasn't fur, just a hairy chest. She'd never been with a guy who had chest hair but Darcy had to admit it was a lot softer than she would've guessed.

Another grunt from the Doctor as he stretched out fully against her, something hard prodding Darcy's thigh making her go still. She didn't need a PHD in anatomy to know what was poking her.

Moving cautiously so as not to arouse him further Darcy loosened his grip and managed to sit up.

A small movement caught her attention and Darcy craned her head over Dr. Banner's shoulder to see a bare leg wedged under the his hip. Following the hairy appendage over the edge of the bed to a mess of blankets on the floor Darcy's eyes widened in surprise at Tony Stark sprawled out on the ground with Pepper Potts using him as a bed. Wow. This just keeps getting better and better. Squinting she tried to see any glint of metal on either Tony or Peppers fingers' but she may as well have been trying to see through concrete for all the good it did her.

Maybe she should just write her own erotic novel… this was enough creative writing fodder for a trilogy at least.

From the opening that led to the bedrooms sitting area she head a soft scuffing noise and looked over in time to see Loki pass by adjusting the collar of his shirt. His usually slicked back hair was mussed and wild and she could see the tell-tale signs of a hickey blooming just under his jaw line. Oh dear sweet everything… him too?! Loki paused at the edge of the doorway upon seeing her awake. A wicked little grin made a flash of heat rise from the pit of her stomach and a shiver run down her spine. Lifting a finger to his lips in a gesture of silence Loki gave her a saucy wink before exiting the room, despite her silent protesting gesture.

Maybe I should escape too… She felt bad doing a nail and bail, especially since six other people were involved -well seven if I count Loki. Eight if she included herself… Oh God I gotta get out of here. Maybe they would all just wake up one by one and sneak off and never speak of it again?

Yeah. Sure. and maybe then she'd fart rainbow clouds of glitter.

But she certainly wasn't above salvaging her dignity and getting the Hell out of there.

Ever so delicately Darcy began working on Dr. Banner's fingers, trying too loosen them up so she'd have an easier time extracting her legs from under Steve's head. It was a difficult task however as the good Doctor had a grip like a vice and was holding onto Darcy like she was the last life vest on the Titanic.

Jeez. She managed to get one of his hands away. I know I got a pretty awesome set of boobies but you'd think he- The thought never finished as Dr. Banner rolled over, twisting Tony's leg beneath him causing the billionaire to bolt upright with a yowl of pain, knocking Pepper off of his chest. Her arm shot out, slapping Dr. Banner's back as she tried to catch herself, startling the Doctor who kneed Steve in the forehead, making him leap backwards landing on top of Natasha and Clint. Natasha made a sharp noise and flipped Clint off of the bed, his arm bent up behind his back as she shouted something in sleepy, startled Russian. Amid the chaos, cursing, and confusion Darcy thought maybe she could get six books out of this ordeal.

Putting her thumb and forefinger into her mouth Darcy let out a sharp whistle, making everyone flinch and -mercifully- be quiet. Unfortunately that put all of their bewildered attention on her.

"So…" Her mouth began before her brain had any constructive input. "Who wants breakfast?"