AN: I'm REALLY SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO UPDATE! With school starting and all my band stuff, and my birthday and a whole bunch of other stuff it's just been hard to sit down and write. I really hope you guys like this chapter! Please review! It always helps me and lets me know people are actually reading!
On another note, I'm starting another story about Clint Barton a.k.a. Hawkeye and Darcy Lewis. It'll be posted in the Thor/Avengers crossover section, please go and check it out and let me know what you think!
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And without further pause, here is chapter 6!
Chapter 6 (Part 2 of Tony's party)
As Darcy and Loki entered the main room again they froze in place. Tony was brandishing a bottle of whiskey and yelling at the T.V. with agent Coulson. Thor, Jane, and Clint were on the floor laughing as loud as they could and rolling around. Natasha was comforting an uncomfortable looking Bruce Banner.
Darcy's eyes swept around the room, finally settling on Steve Rogers. She gasped and ran over to the super-soldier, who was standing on the balcony, socked to the bone in water and something else that was rather sticky when she set a hand on his shoulder.
"What's this stuff?"
Steve turned slightly to look at Darcy.
"I want to say it is water and honey, but I can't be sure. They are all too drunk to tell me." Steve stood up straight and reached up to run a hand through his hair only to pause and think better of it.
"Is this what Clint and Natasha pulled you away for?"
"Yes."
Darcy wrapped an arm through his and squeezed gently, offering her friend comfort.
"You know, sometimes I wish I could be like them."
Darcy puzzled over his words for a moment before asking, "Like whom?"
"Stark, and Thor, and all the others, able to get drunk and forget their worries." Steve's eyes turned misty.
"What was he like? Your friend Bucky? You've mentioned him before but never really given me any detail about who he was as a person."
Steve stiffened and then visibly relaxed, a small smile playing on the corners of his lips.
"He was such a fun guy, and he was always looking out for me. Before the operation, I was a lot smaller and Bucky was my only friend, he could see past my size and see the guy I wanted to be." This time a small chuckle escaped his lips.
"He was also the ladies' man, always getting the dates, he tried to hook me up a few times, but he always got the attention. Not that I had a real problem with that, I was waiting for the right partner." With his last words his face clouded over.
Darcy knew this part, where he had to force the Hydra plane to land in the middle of a frozen wasteland to protect the country. How he had been talking to the woman he loved right as he crashed. He still didn't know what had happened to her in the seventy years he was asleep.
"I'm really sorry Steve." Darcy pulled her arm away only to wrap both of them around his waist, pulling him close. Steve returned her hug, tightly closing his arms around her small frame, seeking comfort from his troubles. Once he pulled away he gave her a weak smile.
"Can I ask you something Darcy?"
"Sure Steve, anything."
Steve paused for a moment before asking, "Why are you so taken to Loki? He's the bad guy you know."
Darcy paused, turning to look out at the city over the balcony's edge.
"I'm not that interested in him Steve. We're just friends."
But I want so much more.
"I don't think I should entirely believe you on this, but it's your choice to tell me or not." Steve Turned to her and smiled. "I think the party is over for me Darcy. I'll say goodnight now, besides, I need to clean up."
"I understand. Go on and get to your room, I'll see you tomorrow?"
"I'll see you then." Both walked back into the room and said one last good bye before parting and walking in opposite directions; Steve to the door and Darcy to the bar.
As she sat down Jane walked up to her.
"Is there something going on between you and Captain America Darcy?" Jane let out a drunken giggle and nudged her shoulder.
"What! No! He's one of my best friends Jane, you know that!" Darcy wrapped her arms around her chest only to pull them back. She had forgotten that Steve had been covered in honey when she hugged him.
"Crap. Look Jane, nothing is going on between us, ok? Now go back over to Thor, I'm getting another drink." Darcy turned away and headed back over to her stool at the bar. Stretching across the counter she pulled a beer out and sat down.
Looking down at herself, Darcy cursed softly. Whatever it was that had been on Steve was now covering her shirt. Standing up yet again, Darcy walked out of the room and down a hall.
"Jarvis?"
"Yes, Miss. Lewis?"
"Where is Peppers room?"
"It is at the end of the hall, last door on the left. May I ask why you need her room?"
Darcy started to walk down to the room. "I need to barrow a new shirt."
"Ah, I see the prank that Mr. Barton and Miss. Romanoff played seems to have affected you as well."
"No, I gave Steve a hug before he left because he was feeling down." Darcy opened the door and quickly made her way to the closet, pulling the door open and scanning the clothes quickly. Pulling a simple green V-neck, long sleeved shirt from its hanger, Darcy stripped her shirt off and pulled the new one on.
After looking herself over in the mirror she left the room and quickly made her way back to the party.
A few hours later.
Darcy stood up from one of the leather couches in Tony's lobby sized living room. Thor had been telling a story to her and Jane of a feast he remembered from Asgard. Apparently they had so wild parties up there.
"Thor, one day you will have to take me to Asgard, 'cause that sounds like the best party ever."
"Lady Darcy, I do not know if you would be able to handle such a large festivity, no offense should be taken though, at my first feast I had a hard time adjusting."
"We'll see about that. Excuse me for now, I need another drink." Darcy left the two alone and made her way to the bar, walking up next to Tony and Nick Fury, who had just arrived with a large number of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. It was no longer a small get together for a basketball game; it was a full out Tony Stark party.
"I should have known this would turn into one of your famous parties." Darcy nudged Tony's shoulder and reached for the bottle of brandy Tony was holding.
"Miss. Lewis."
"Hi Nick." After pouring a large class of brandy she turned and swept her gaze over the much larger crowd. Spotting Loki, she watched him for a few moments. He was hiding in a dark corner, trying to stay away from the wildly dancing people. Slowly, she walked across the room to stand in front of him.
"Not having fun?"
"Not particularly, it is a little cramped in this room." He turned around to face her and leaned one shoulder against the wall, folding his arms over his chest.
Darcy mimicked his stance more to keep her balance then for comfort.
"Darcy, are you drunk?"
"What? No, I'm not, just tipsy is all." Her voice sounded too high even in her own ears. The music in the room changed to something slower, and Loki stood straight up, reaching forward and grabbing her hand. Tugging gently he pulled her forward to the center of the dance floor, where various couples had paired up to slow dance.
She noticed Thor and Jane off to one side, not really dancing but plenty of physical contact was going on with their lips.
"You would think they'd get a room."
Loki turned around and took the now empty glass from her fingers. Giving her a questioning look he turned his head to see what she was talking about. Quickly he turned back, a small scowl etched into his face.
"I agree. Now, Miss. Lewis, would you care to dance?"
Stepping forward Darcy wrapped her arms lightly around his tall shoulder, having to step up on tip toe to do so. Loki placed his hands on her hips, lifting her gently as if she weighed nothing at all so her feet rested on the top of his.
"Does that make it easier to reach?" Loki's scowl had turned into his usual smirk.
Secretly Darcy was thankful, all the liquor she had was starting to really affect her, and her balance was shifting horribly. Also she was much closer to him, his arms wrapped around her waist to keep her close as they gently swayed to the music, a new, slower song coming on.
"I never thought I'd get to say I danced with the God of Mischief." A small giggle escaped Darcy's lips as she rested her head against his chest.
"Not many do." Loki glanced around the room. Clint and Natasha were half asleep in an arm chair. Tony, agent Coulson, and Fury were at the bar laughing loudly. Thor and Jane were still kissing off to the side of the dance floor, and a number of other agents were mingling or dancing with their partners.
"Loki?" He glanced down to find Darcy's eyes trained on his face.
"Yes?"
"This may be a bad time, but I'm drunk."
Loki chuckled and continued to sway with Darcy in his arms.
After a few minutes of slow dancing a loud shattering of glass rang out in the room. Glancing over, Loki and Darcy saw Tony climbing onto the bar's counter.
"Can I please have everyone's attention? Thank you." Tony took a long drink from the bottle in his hand before speaking again. By now he had everyone's attention.
"I'd like to give a toast to Darcy, for being a great Tony-sitter." He raised his bottle and everyone started to clap. Darcy pulled away from Loki slightly and started to blush bright red.
"Thank you-"
"And for landing the God of Mischief, I don't think anyone around here would have had the cojones to even attempt that! Great job!" Another round of applause and a lot of wolf whistles followed that announcement.
Now Darcy was really blushing and had pulled fully away from Loki.
"Tony!" Darcy yelled but Tony's attention was already back to agent Coulson, who was laughing loudly. "I think it's time I took off."
"I'll go with you, I can't just let you walk home drunk and alone."
"Thanks dude."
Loki held onto Darcy's arm as she stumbled to her coat.
"Hey, you need a coat too; it's the dead of winter."
"I'm a frost giant, I don't get cold, at least not how you would think."
"Well, you are not poofing to where ever you want right now; we are walking, with other people around."
Loki held her stare for a few moments more before moving his fingers slightly, his eyes narrowing for a moment. Suddenly a knee length, black coat appeared in his hand.
Darcy glanced down at his body, just now noticing what he was wearing; a long sleeved, dark green button down shirt, dark black slacks and dress shoes.
"Well you're dressed up." Darcy's eyes snapped back up to Loki's
"Are you just noticing this?" Loki chuckled and took a hold of Darcy's arm again, looping it through his. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah, let's go home." Darcy mumbled about how cold it was once they had breached the outer doors to Stark Tower. On the walk they were silent, only stopping when Darcy stumbled.
Darcy pulled her door keys from her pocket and dropped them. Bending at the waist to pick them up she stumbled forward and almost fell down.
"Ok that's it." Bending own Loki picked up the keys and as he came back up he scooped Darcy into his arms.
"Hey, put me down." Darcy protested weakly.
"Not a chance mortal, now hush." Loki opened the door and pushed it open, quickly stepping inside and closing the door. "Where's your room?"
"Last door on the right. I can walk there myself."
Loki just ignored her as he tossed the keys onto a nearby table. Swiftly making his way down the hall he pushed the correct door open with his foot; taking a moment to look around the room. It was covered in posters of all sorts of movies and bands, the bed covers were purple and green and the shades were white frilly things. The desk was piled high with books and papers and a laptop.
Walking over to the bed he placed her down gently. He pulled he coat from her shoulders as she toed her boots off.
"Bottom draw of my dresser, can you pull out the purple pj's?"
Loki walked over and pulled the garments from the draw, unfolding them. When he turned to hand them to Darcy he saw how her hands shook in her drunken state. He also noticed how the room was spinning slightly.
You had too much to drink again.
"Just give me a sec in the bathroom ok?"
"Sure." Once Darcy was gone Loki sat down on the edge of her bed and removed his coat with a twitch of his finger. He should leave, let her sleep, and he need to rest as well. Except he didn't want to leave.
Darcy stepped back out of her bathroom a few moments later, wearing the pajamas. Loki stood so she could climb under the covers. On impulse he leaned down and kissed her cheek. When he moved to pull away Darcy's hand wrapped around the beck of his neck and pulled him back down.
Her lips brushed his for a shocking second before she pulled back, her eyes searching his. Leaning down again he pressed his lips against hers, harder than before. They stayed like that until the pulled away to breathe.
Darcy let out a small giggle. "I'm kissing the God of Mischief." Loki smiled and kissed her once more before pulling away and standing up straight.
"I should be going."
"No wait, please stay? Evan though I'm drunk I can still tell that you are swaying yourself."
"I don't know-"
"Jane is already staying at Thor's, you might as well crash here the night."
"Only if you're for sure."
Darcy's reply came in the form of her scooting over so he could lay under the covers with her. Loki twitched his fingers and he was suddenly in a pair of basketball shorts and a dark green t-shirt. Climbing quickly under the covers Darcy snuggled up against his side, laying her head on his shoulder.
Loki maneuvered one arm under her shoulders and placed the other behind his own head. He gave Darcy a soft kiss on the forehead and took a deep breathe, relaxing his body.
Soon enough both of them were asleep, each with a smile.