Later on that day when Darcy's hangover had all but disappeared, she decided it was time to brave food again. She headed up to the communal kitchen, humming to herself softly. She was rifling through the walk-in pantry for something to make when she heard someone else come in.

"Steve!" She greeted, turning in the small space to see him. "I hear I owe you an apology, sorry for the whole passing out on you thing." She said with a cringe. Steve just laughed and waved it off.

"Don't worry, just make sure you don't drink so much next time." He said with a wink and a shit-eating grin.

"Sure thing, Captain." She said smoothly. He patted her arm and grabbed some Ramen, leaving her in the pantry to think about what just happened.

That little shit. Was he just flirting with her?

"Game on, Cap." She whispered to herself with a smirk, unbuttoning the top button of Thor's borrowed shirt. Jane had changed Darcy into the comfy button-down flannelette shirt in the night, for which Darcy was now grateful. She checked her cleavage, and decided another button had to go. She thought about her next move, and decided she knew just the thing. She eyed the waffle mix on the top shelf, just out of her reach. She stood on the tips of her toes and reached for it, to no avail. Perfect. She extended her arms above her head, knowing full well that the shirt rode up enough that it only just covered her panties. She started jumping and making noises of difficulty, reaching for the blue box.

Just as she'd expected he would, Steve came to investigate the noises Darcy was making. As he turned the corner, he caught the sight of Darcy's long, shapely legs-and oh sweet Jesus was that her panties? His mouth went immediately dry, and he had to discreetly adjust his jeans. He cleared his throat to announce his presence and she turned around. Her shirt was unbuttoned dangerously low enough for him to see some ample - and bare - cleavage. He caught on immediately to her intentions. If she wanted to play, he'd play. Virgin he may be, but he knew full well the effect he had on women. It was time to become Sexy Steve ™.

"Need a hand?" He asked, smiling his most charming smile, approaching her and the offending waffle mix.

"Yes please," she nodded, "the waffle mix." He nodded, and she went to move out of the way. He blocked her exit, leaning over her and retrieving the box. He placed a steadying hand on the small of her back as he leant across her, feeling her warmth through the soft shirt. He stepped back, hand trailing across to her hip before falling at his side. He gave her his best innocent face, handing her the box. "Thanks Steve." Darcy said. They both knew full well what the other was doing. Steve decided to head back to the kitchen while he still possessed his self-control.

Darcy breathed a heavy sigh in the pantry, feeling hot and bothered. Steve heard her mumble to herself "you win this round, dammit." He just chuckled quietly to himself, eating his noodles and watching her cook her food, appreciating the view.

"Are you feeling better today?" He asked, winding noodles on his fork and taking a bite. Darcy turned around to reply, and she'd obviously regrouped because Jesus fuck another button was gone now. When the fuck did that happen?

"I had a rough morning but I'm good now. I'm betting that Tony has something in store for tonight, so I'm gonna load up on food and have a quiet afternoon." She said, turning back to the waffles which were just about done. "I think I'm gonna watch some old movies, if you want to join." She offered. Steve choked out his answer - a strangled "yes" as she reached up for a plate out of the cupboard, exposing the edge of that pink lace again. What really broke him was when she leaned over the edge of the chest freezer to find the ice cream. He was about to make his move - ready toss her over his shoulder, caveman-style if she'd have him, when Clint walked in and whistled low.

"I just saw Darcy's Arse-ie!" He shouted childishly. Darcy popped back up as if spring-loaded, shooting a glare at Clint. Everybody knew what that meant - as if a bell had rung alerting him to booty, Tony appeared. His eyes were alight with mischief as he rounded the corner, spotting Darcy.

"I heard a booty call. Came as fast as I could." He winked at Darcy, high-fiving Clint. Steve groaned internally at the interruption. Darcy just snorted a laugh, turning around to dish up her food. When she turned back, Steve noticed her shirt sat a little lower on her legs and the three buttons open had changed to only one. She was playing seductress for his eyes only, apparently. The thought made him hard all over again. Clint and Tony shared a knowing look, silently agreeing to investigate later.

"I swear you guys are horny teenagers." Darcy said as she settled in next to Steve with her food. Steve secretly agreed, though he wasn't much better than them right now. Meanwhile, he was the focal point of two knowing stares courtesy of Tony and Clint. Okay, so maybe they had a point. Steve nodded in surrender, and they ate in companionable silence, joined by Tony and Clint. Steve knew he would be having a "guy talk" with the two as soon as Darcy disappeared. Feeling reluctant, he excused himself to go have a shower, hoping to escape by avoidance.

If there was one thing Darcy was sure of when she left to shower afterwards, it was that she'd won. She was unsure just what that meant for their mission, though. Not wanting to fuck things up, she decided to be a little less obvious next time. Her cheeks flushed a warm pink as she remembered the look in Steve's eyes. She was pretty sure that if they hadn't been interrupted, she was getting lucky on the kitchen bench. 'All in time,' she mused. After all, she was going to be his fake-wife in a place where nobody knew them. The things she could get away with.. she shivered at the thought, hopping in the shower to freshen up. Steve had offered to join her on her afternoon of movie watching, and she thought it might be wiser if she actually put some real clothes on for that.