A/N: What's this? Didn't I just post the other day? Why yes, I did, but after I posted the previous chapter I thought of Sam, and I was like, how did I forget about Sam?! He's awesome, and super hawt! So, of course I had to write it right away!

By the time Sam was twenty, he was hoping he never met his soulmate. His words made it very clear what age his soulmate was going to be when he met her, and at this point, there was going to be one hell of an age gap.

He'd had a serious scare when he was eighteen. They were having Christmas dinner at his aunt and uncle's house. It had been a few years since he'd seen them, because they lived halfway across the country, and he'd been talking to his uncle about enlisting (he'd been in the Air Force), when his youngest cousin ran and jumped up into her dad's lap.

"Hey, sweetie," his Uncle Mike said, nudging his daughter, "tell your cousin Sam how old you just turned."

Sam had opened his mouth to protest, well aware of the danger, but it was too late.

"Me three!" His little cousin had chirped happily, holding up the wrong number of fingers. His words! Sam had frozen for a second before stammering, "That's, uh, that's great, kiddo."

He'd kept a careful eye on his uncle the entire time, sweating bullets, and when Mike remained relaxed and didn't suddenly become enraged about his nephew saying his daughter's soulmark, Sam knew he'd had a close shave.

And from then on, he avoided children like the plague. Which sucked, because he actually really did like kids, and now he was constantly paranoid around them.

He had considered that it was possible that a toddler was not his soulmate, but the only thing he'd come up with so far was that his soulmate had a horrible case of amnesia and just thought she was three years old.

Either way, it wasn't looking good for him.

When Darcy was little, she thought her soulmark was weird, but kinda nice. When she got older, she wasn't sure if she should be offended or not. Eventually, she decided to just roll with it. Soulmarks weren't usually great indicators of your soulmate's personality. Or anything, really.

One of her friends' soulmarks at Culver had said "I crave your blood", and her friend had been freaked that her soulmate would be a creepy weirdo that thought he was a vampire. Nope. He'd been a part of a frat that did a haunted house for Halloween every year. She and Darcy had gone to it their freshman year, and, voila, soulmate found! Perfectly normal dude, and pretty nice, for a frat boy.

So, yeah, Darcy was the queen of going with the flow.

Case in point, two minutes ago Jane had remembered that Tony Stark had invited both of them to 'Avengers Family Fun Night' (okay that wasn't what he'd called it but it sounded better than 'team dinner'). Darcy just shrugged and said "Sweet, let's go." She wasn't about to pass up free food.

They were twenty minutes late, so everyone else was eating already, but that was fine by Darcy. She had a feeling that if they weren't all stuffing their faces with Chinese takeout right now, she'd have felt a lot more intimidated by the amount of badass-ery in the room. Plus, it was amusing to watch them eat.

Black Widow ate carefully, like every chow mein noodle might be a knife about to stab her. Thor was the complete opposite, eating huge bites with gusto. Captain America was eating like he'd just been told rationing wasn't a thing anymore. And the guy next to him…

Daaaaaaaaaaaaamn, said Darcy's brain. He was more scrumptious than a slice of pie. Apple pie, even. And his facial hair… Darcy mentally took the 'Most Awesome Facial Hair' award away from Tony and gave it to this guy. Sure, Tony's was cool, but this dude was totally working it.

"Jane," she whispered as quietly as possible, although she was sure Steve, with his super-soldier hearing, could probably still hear her, "who's that guy?"

Jane looked at her with an admonishment clear in her gaze. Tony had already introduced everyone.

"What?" Darcy tried to look innocent. "I got distracted by food."

Jane sighed. "That's Sam, he's the Falcon."

"He's really hot," Darcy murmured.

"Darcy!" Jane hissed, as Steve momentarily glanced over at them. Oops. She waggled her eyebrows at him, and he looked at her oddly.

Soon, most of the table had already finished eating, including super-mega-foxy-awesome-hot Sam, who was messing with something underneath Tony's ridiculously huge television. He straightened, and Darcy could see he was holding a Stark-controller in one hand (because of course Tony had decided that he needed to make his own superior video game system). Then he held up three additional controllers, and addressed the group at large, just as Darcy took a huge bite.

"Super Smash Bros, anyone?"

"I'm in!" Clint jumped up immediately. "The new Avengers Edition, right?"

"Yep," said Sam, tossing Hawkeye a controller.

Darcy so wanted in, but she'd taken way too big of a bite to call it. There were still two controllers left, though.

"What is this you speak of?" Thor rumbled.

"Uh, it's a game," Sam explained. "We press buttons to control our characters and beat each other up."

"It is a warrior's game!" Thor crowed. "I, too, shall join!"

Oh, shit, only one more, Darcy thought. She waved her hand to catch Sam's attention, quickly swallowed, and gasped, "Me three!"

"Oh, thank the Lord, you're not a child," he said, pure relief etched on his face.

Darcy lost it. She laughed so hard she cried. Everyone who hadn't already been staring at them because of their odd exchange was looking now.

"It's really not that funny," she heard Sam protest.

"Yes, yes, it is," Darcy gasped out, finally calming down, and wiping the tears off her face.

"I've spent half my life afraid of three-year-olds!" This sent Darcy into another spiral of giggles. "Okay, it's a tiny bit funny now," he admitted.

"Soulmates?" Steve asked. They both nodded.

"Congratulations, Lady Darcy!" Thor grinned widely. "It is an honor to have witnessed you both exchange your words!"

"Thanks, Thor," said Darcy, taking a deep breath to banish the laughter. "Now, hand me a controller, soulmate, I'm gonna kick your butt at this."

"Oh, it's on," smirked Sam.

"I call Black Widow!"

"Dammit."

I wish there were an Avengers Super Smash Bros… Nintendo, you there?