Author's Notes: *Insert me apologizing profusely for taking forever to update* But I had 6 classes this past semester and then I graduated college and now I'm trying to find a job and I'm really not liking adult life... but here is a chapter and if you read my other stories they will be updated as well...I won't be abandoning anything it might just take some time to update things bc well life. I hope everyone had a great holiday season and Happy New Year everyone! I love you all. Hope you enjoy!
Bucky woke to the sound of banging. He shot out of bed, his head snapping toward the door. Silence reigned throughout the apartment and for a second Bucky believed it had all been a dream. But then another loud bang shook the walls. Bucky slipped over to the door and peeked down the hall. No one was supposed to have access to his room. He had made Tony swear (while holding his liquor hostage) that he would have complete privacy. It was only when Tony showed him Jarvis's coding for his room did he accept the answer and give Tony his alcohol back.
As the banging got louder, Bucky made his way down the hall. He reached into his waistband and pulled out his knife before rounding the corner ready to strike.
"Hey! Could you hold the ladder for me?"
"Clint, what are you doing here?"
"Darcy-proofing your apartment."
"…. Darcy-proofing?"
"Yep. You'll thank me later. Now, hold the ladder, will you? I still need to go make waffles for Tasha and I'm already 50 minutes late to work."
Darcy was having a shit day. She had gotten yelled at by no less than fourteen different news outlets. She'd gotten cheese on her favorite blouse when an agent whacked into her with his cheese fries. She'd lost her shoe to a banana incident she refused to talk about. Jane had been back one day and had already set fire to her new lab four times. Darcy hadn't slept in 40 hours. And here she found herself slumped over a desk next to Jane's workbench, a fire extinguisher at the ready.
"Spawn, are you alive?"
Darcy groaned, "Does the pale glow of the lab lights make me look hot?"
She felt something poke her face and opened her eyes finding Tony trying to push her hair back from her face with a candy cane, "A hot mess. You need sleep."
"Thanks."
Tony reached over picking up a piece of her hair, finding some type of machine oil in it, "And a shower."
Darcy nodded and pushed herself out of her chair, her legs groaning at their first movement in 10 hours. As she trudged slowly to the lab doors, Tony grabbed the fire extinguisher from her hands before pushing her off in the actual direction of the door.
Darcy stumbled down the hallway, somehow making it into the elevator and up to her floor. She slammed into her door with relief. As she reached for the handle, she looked at Bucky's door for a moment before looking down at her rumpled clothing. She knew he wouldn't care but she felt nasty. How was she supposed to seduce her soulmate with nasty breath and dirty clothes?
So, after a quick shower, which had been more of a 10-minute power nap under hot water, she shrugged into her Hulk pajamas and one of Tony's old sweatshirts before sneaking into the kitchen. She looked both ways and pulled open the freezer.
"I know for a fact you are not stealing Tasha's favorite ice cream again."
Darcy swung around as the voice startled her and chucked a spoon at the perpetrators head.
Clint moved out of the way and raised an eyebrow at her as she wielded another spoon at his face.
"You don't mention this and I won't tell everyone about the time you dressed up as cupid and shot yourself in the ass with your heart-shaped arrow."
Clint groaned, "You may proceed."
Darcy bundled the ice cream up to her chest and took off towards Bucky's room. She frowned as she tried to balance the ice creams in one hand so that she could knock on the door. Finally managing to balance them all against her body, she leaned against the door knocking loudly. However, when the door opened, the ice creams began to tumble out of her hand and Darcy screamed falling to the ground to save them, "My ice cream!"
Jumping back up she met her soulmates chiseled ass stomach.
"Oh, that is so not fair." She said as she reached out to poke it, "Shit, it's real."
The man in question laughed as Darcy met his amused eyes.
"Alright, this is yours." She said plopping a cold gallon into his hand before sliding past him and dropping herself down onto the couch and digging into her own gallon.
"Can you please put on a shirt or something. Anything. I can't jump your ass yet. We haven't even been on a date yet. And I...wait. Did Clint Darcy-proof your place?"
Bucky's eyes went wide and he nodded.
Darcy's eyes narrowed, before she smiled, "Good! I don't want to break any of your stuff. Clint still won't forgive me for breaking his favorite bow."
Before he could even say a word, she turned around flinging her arms out, her eyes wide, "I promise it was an accident I was just trying to kill a huge spider…. which also turned out to be Natasha's pet. So, let's just say I wasn't allowed back into their apartment until I baked them each enough food to live off of for five years."
Darcy lay on the couch, her legs thrown over Bucky's legs, his fingers drawing random designs on her thighs as she caught him up on her 20 some years of life.
"I was a normal child. Mom and Dad. Older sister. Younger brother. Typical middle child syndrome. Since I was 5, I never wanted a soulmate. My parents had a happy marriage and everything but for some reason, I didn't want what everyone else had. It all just seemed too boring and easy. I've had your words on me since the moment I was born. From the moment, I could read and actually understand the words, I knew you were out there. It wasn't until I turned 15 and realized how alone I actually was, that I realized it wasn't weak to have a soulmate. And turns out my soulmate is a fucking god, so definitely glad I decided to follow destiny."
Bucky smiled sadly, "I remember the day your words appeared on my skin. I was 25. I don't know why they showed up then but I knew in that moment that I would forever give myself fully to you. Steve had had his words his whole life and I had always felt my life just wasn't complete since I didn't have any of my own. I thought I was the outcast. I would go out on dates, but it didn't feel right knowing they had their own soulmates out there. And then the war happened and a part of me was glad I didn't have words because there was a chance I wouldn't come back and I didn't want anybody to feel the loss that my mother had felt when she lost my dad. But then your words appeared on my skin and I just gave myself fully to you. I didn't even know you, but just knowing you were out there helped me survive."
His eyes grew dark.
"But then I remember getting swept up into everything Steve was doing. And then I remember falling. The moment my hand slipped, I knew I lost you. That I would never meet you."
He felt her hand brush across his cheek and leaned into it.
"But you did."
His head lifted up and he met her eyes, "I did."
"DARCY MARIE LEWIS WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FOUND YOUR SOULMATE?! WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL ME?!"
Darcy rolled her eyes as she leaned back into her chair, propping her feet up on Coulson's desk. The man threw her a glare and she offered him a cheeky wink at which he scowled and went back to his work.
A loud huff sounded across the room and Darcy's head flopped back over the chair catching sight of a disheveled Jane pacing back and forth on the carpet, "You were on Asgard, Jane."
Her arms flew out wide and Thor ducked out of the way as he continued to scoff down the homemade pop tarts Darcy had made him.
"A call would have been nice. Or even a text. You could have fucking telegrammed me for all I care. Pray to Thor or something. Pray to fucking Loki and I hate that man! You know he likes you for whatever reason, he would have told me! Literally anything. I can't believe this."
"Well, I for one believe this to be wondrous news!" Thor yelled, spewing pieces of pop tart all over the floor. Darcy could hear Coulson groan behind her as more crumbs fell to the floor as Jane reached over and aggressively brushed crumbs out of Thor's beard.
"No! I will not tolerate this under my roof."
Darcy rolled her eyes and jumped up grabbing Jane's arm and pulling her out onto the little porch across from Coulson's desk.
"We're outside."
Jane's eyes narrowed and she pointed toward the sky, "The sky is my roof. I'm the fucking God of Thunder's wife."
"She has a point."
Darcy peeked around Jane and locked eyes with an expressionless Coulson.
"I will chuck my shoe at you again. "
"Don't make me call your mother, again."
Darcy froze. Shit.
"Mom, I found my soulmate."
"We're adopting him."
"The fuck? You haven't even met him yet."
"Does he cook?"
"He made me an omelet."
"Yep. We're adopting him."
"Jesus Christ, mom."
"Make sure you bring him for the holidays. Oh...Darce, I have to go, your father set fire to the roof again."
After the phone call with her mother, Darcy took a much-needed 8-hour nap only to awaken by Jarvis who reminded her what day it was.
"It's game night, bitches!"
Tony shot up from behind the couch, a screwdriver hanging out of his mouth.
"I thought that was on Thursday?" He mumbled.
Darcy rolled her eyes chucking an x-box controller at his head, "It is fucking Thursday, Tony."
Tony's eyes lit up and the screwdriver fell out of his mouth. He scrambled over to the couch and all but pushed Bucky off, "Move, murder-cat I need to get prepared to kick her ass."
Darcy had made her way around the couch and smirked turning around slapping her ass, "This ass?"
Bucky's eyes went to her ass and Tony glared at him, "I'm only just starting to like you. So, I know you didn't just look at my basically-daughter's ass."
Darcy's eyebrow went up and she reached over grabbing Bucky's hand and placed it on her ass, not breaking eye contact with Tony.
Tony slapped his hand over his eyes, "I'm going to pretend that didn't happen."
Darcy rolled her eyes and shoved her way onto the couch next to Tony. Bucky took a place on the floor by her feet, leaning up against her leg.
"What's game night?"
Darcy smiled, "Only the best night of the week! I created it my first month here because no one ever talked to each other. It was driving me insane. So, daily dinners and weekly game night. Even monthly fancy dinner night gives me an excuse for when Tony asks why I stole his credit card to buy another dress."
I know you didn't fucking blue shell me, Natasha.
Tony, I swear to fucking god if you push me off of rainbow road one more time I am going to throw you out the window.
Jarvis, you aren't allowed to play that's cheating.
SHE'S AN ASTROPHYSA-WHATEVER HOW IS SHE THIS GOOD?
Please place the Wii remote strap around your wrist, we've already broken 3 TV's.
Bucky Bucky Bucky Bucky...psssst, what's Steve's weakness?
SAMANTHA. MY NAME IS SAM, TONYA.
Game Night Ratings – Number of Games Won:
Jane 20
Natasha 18
Sam 17
Darcy 14
Tony 11
Clint 8
Pepper 5
Steve 3
Thor 1
Bucky 1
At 3 am the phone rang. Darcy sat up, her head pounding. She crawled over to the wall and grabbed a broom, knocking the phone off the wall. She picked it up and pushed the button.
"Hello?"
"Ms. Lewis!"
"Nooooooo," She groaned pulling the phone away from her head, "too loud."
Fury all but growled on the other end of the line, "I expect every single Avenger present at the 7am meeting. On time. Do I make myself clear?"
"Clear as a ghost, bro."
The line buzzed and Darcy dropped the phone onto the ground, quickly following as she once again passed out.
When she woke up again. It was 6am. And things were on fire.
Fire.
Flames licked up the couch and Darcy blinked her eyes, wondering if she was just imagining things. As she pulled herself to her feet, Dum-E came rolling around the corner, pushing her out of the way and used the fire extinguisher to blow out the fire.
The living room was completely trashed. The couch was burnt. The TV had writing all over it. Food was stuck to the ceiling. Glitter littered the ground. Tony was passed out against the window. The vent open, Clint's legs sticking out. Sam, Steve, and Bucky were piled up on the couch opposite of the flame-ridden one. Pepper looked relaxed in the recliner in the corner. And Thor and Jane seemed to be missing. And Natasha –
"Ms. Lewis."
Darcy groaned at the voice behind her, "We're not late yet."
"Has the world ended?"
"No, we just live like this now."
Darcy somehow managed to wake everyone up with just enough time to get them to the meeting room. Dark bags littered their faces and their clothes were rumpled. Tony had a growing bruise on his cheek. Steve's hair stuck up like a child's spiked hair.
"Ms. Lewis, what did you do to my agents?"
"Nope. Not agents." Tony grumbled, his face plastered on the clear table.
As Fury began to brief the group on the newest disaster, Darcy sunk into her chair and zoned out as she took a look around the room.
"Hey, um..."
Fury glared at her, but she held up her finger, before counting everyone, "Where's Natasha?"
Everyone's eyes furrowed as they looked around. Clint pulled out his phone as everyone began to talk. Fury looked at his computer. Coulson messaged Hill asking if Natasha was back on base.
Darcy's phone buzzed in her pocket and she slipped out of the room without anyone noticing and took off down the hall, moving into a side room and pulling out her phone.
The front screen blinked a message from an unknown number.
Clinking on the link, her phone screen filled with a pet shop's page.
Darcy scrolled in confusion until one of the cat's names on the page caught her eye.
Loki.
Next up: Loki makes an appearance, Natasha is still missing, Sam hates life, and Darcy and Bucky share a first ;) ...
