Notes:

Okay, first off, sorry its been so long since I've updated this story, I had a little bit of writer's block when it came to this particular story recently. I think I've found my groove again.

Second, this chapter title was inspired by StarStruck! by 3 Oh! 3

Hope you enjoy.

Not What I Expected

Chapter 7: Star Struck

Darcy wondered into the living room of Clint's apartment, one of his old SHIELD t-shirts barely covering the tops of her thighs as she pulled her tangled hair up into a bun at the back of her neck. It took three cabinets and a chance look in the fridge to realize that Clint had no coffee. She dumped the carafe of water into the sink and turned around. Captain America stood in the living room, his back studiously to her, a deep read flush running down the back of his neck. "Clinton Francis Barton, is there anyone who doesn't have a key to your goddamned apartment?" she mumbled under her breath, not expecting any answer from her deaf archer sacked out in the bedroom.

"I rang the bell," Steve's voice was strained from where he stood in the other room, nothing like the authoritative Captain America voice he'd used on her only a few days before.

"The bell just flashes the lights, Steve-O," Darcy rounded the couch, stepping right in front of the still red Captain. "We haven't had a chance to recalibrate the living settings for the apartment with Jarvis just yet."

"Oh," Steve looked down at his feet, shuffling back and forth.

"Steven, you yelled at me just fine a few days ago," she told him, tipping herself down into his line of sight. "If you don't quit blushing and stammering around me, I'm going to flash the girls at you until you quit." Steve's eyes got wide and he looked over at the open bedroom door. "Don't even try; Clint will think it's hilarious." In the back of her mind she could feel her mate stirring from sleep, the press of his thoughts getting clearer as he swam back from the jaws of Morpheus.

"Um," the good captain blinked owlishly at her slowly backing up for the door. "Ms. Lewis."

"Darcy," she corrected, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

"Darcy," Steve tried not to look where her shirt was riding up. "This is highly inappropriate."

"So is breaking into someone's apartment, Spangles," Darcy advanced across the floor as Steve backed up. "You didn't even bring me coffee. Natasha brought coffee when she broke in."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Lewis," he tripped over a pair of Clint's boots in the hall, barely recovering. "Darcy, I have things to discuss with you and Clint."

"Then let's hear it, Cap," she popped her hands to her hips and watched Steve blink at her. "I'm really not that scary, Steve. I know it's not cause you've never seen a naked girl before, I mean, that much time traveling with the USO, you had to see at least a few nice sets of boobs."

"I," Steve blushed deeper and ran into the front door with an emasculating squeak.

"Strike three, Capcicle," Darcy whipped the shirt off and tossed it over to the couch. Steve blinked, his eyes glued to her chest for a long three seconds before turning and running straight into the closed door. He finally got his fingers around the handle and wrenched the door open, escaping into the hallway.

Clint's hands snaked around her bare hips, pulling her back against his body. "Did you just scare Captain America away with your tits?"

"Yep," Darcy pulled his arms all the way around her, letting his laughter bubble through her mind.

"That was mean babe," he laid a kiss against the side of her neck. "What if he needed to discuss something important?"

Darcy shrugged. "Then he'll come back. Maybe next time he'll wait until we answer the door before letting himself in."

"You are such a bitch, Darce," he slipped his hands along her body, the first coming up to cup one of her full breast, slowly rubbing the callused pad of his thumb across her nipple, both groaning at the bolt of lust that rocked through them, Darcy's head fell back against his chest.

"You love it," she tilted her head to the side so he could bite along the curve of her neck, his other hand making its way between her legs, dragging his fingers along her wet slit, circling slowly around the edge of her clit. "You know," she breathed as he rocked against the small of her back, leaving it wet with pre-cum. "I came out here for coffee."

"I don't have any coffee. Sex now, coffee later," he grunted, biting into her shoulder and rubbing the pad of his thumb against her clit as he sank two fingers into her. "God, I don't think I'll ever stop loving this."

"You two might want to start locking the door," Natasha leaned against the wall to the living room. Darcy squeaked and made a bolt for the bedroom. Clint just smirked and slipped his wet fingers into his mouth, making a show of sucking them off. 'That was uncalled for,' Natasha signed. Clint sent her a one finger salute with his unoccupied hand and turned to follow his girlfriend into the bedroom.

Steve refused to look Darcy in the eye as they took their seats around the table in the Avenger's war room. Darcy sipped at the coffee that she's insisted on getting before she would even consider leaving Clint's room. Flashing Steve was one thing, having Natasha walk in on a very private moment was something else.

"Before we hear what is so important that Steve broke into our apartment," Darcy said, lacing her fingers with Clint's and trying to keep her annoyance in check. "I think we need to discuss personal space and common curtesy."

"I don't know, Darcy," Natasha said with an evil glint in her eye. "You looked pretty happy with Clint being all in your personal space."

"You, shut it," she pointed at the Widow. "No more breaking in, not even to make coffee."

"In my defense, I didn't actually break in this morning," she told the younger woman. "The door was unlocked, I just walked in."

"And whose fault was that, Captain?" Darcy looked over at Steve, who was scarlet red, looking down at his hands.

"Who you scared from the apartment with your boobs," Clint chuckled.

"I'll admit, I lost my temper at bit," she said, watching Steve try to sink further into the plush office chair. "But he broke in, and Steven, don't even try to tell me that door was unlocked, I locked it myself last night." She looked at the captain and waited for acknowledgement.

"No ma'am," Steve said to the table, trying to look as small as possible.

"And Spangled ass over there is either yelling at me or stammering and blushing like a virgin on his wedding night, plus, Clint doesn't have coffee in the apartment, which we need to fix, stat."

"So you flashed him," Clint snorted at the shocked looks.

Darcy shrugged. "Seemed like the thing to do, course the coward sent Tash to collect us, then."

"Yeah," the Widow smirked. "I will not be doing that again. I suggest everyone call Darcy before going up to the Hawk suite, I saw way more of their personal time then I ever want to see again."

"Okay," Steve peeled his hands down his face. "Now that we've completely covered why we should all respect each other's personal space," his ears turned pink. "Let's get to why I was up in Agent Barton's apartment."

"Don't even try to blush, Spangles," Darcy sipped at her coffee. "I saw you looking at the girls hard before you nearly knocked yourself out with the front door."

Steve cleared his throat and looked pained. "Can we please stop talking about your breasts ad focus on why Hydra was keeping you?" The Captain voice came out, changing the whole mood of the room. "Right," he pushed files from his tablet up onto the holoscreens around the room. "Hydra is attempting to restart Project Winter Soldier." All traces of humor disappeared from the room in an instant. "With Bucky in the wind, they're looking for new candidates." Darcy's SHIELD file flew up on the screen, side by side with Clint's "As far as we can tell, it was just bad luck that you two were together, but you were both in their sights. Normal humans, above average intelligence, no special abilities, but shown to be resilient and connected to the Avengers Initiative." Hydra's files flew up to the screens. "Hydra's been busy the last seventy years, the serum they pumped into you both is light years beyond what Bucky got, it caused some interesting affects as far as we've been able to ascertain. What is really surprising, though," Steve clicked over to their official Avenger's Initiative medical records. "You both had latent X-genes, the serum turned them on. I don't think we've seen everything that you both are capable of yet."

"So, we're mutants now?" Darcy asked, flicking through the information on her tablet. "Or super soldiers?"

"Or both," Clint chimed in, his fingers drifting over Darcy's as he shared her screen.

"At this point," Dr. Banner, who had been sitting quietly at the end of the table, spoke up, rising slowly to his feet and flicking more files up onto the screens. "My hypothesis is, all of us who survived the various incarnations of the serum had some kind of latent X-gene. We've only got the five of us in the Tower, for testing, though, and no data from failed experimentations. There just was no way to test for those genes back then."

"I think I need to sit down," Darcy dropped the tablet on the table.

"You are sitting, Ms. Lewis," Steve looked concerned.

"Fuck you, Spangles," Darcy's head hit the table with a small groan. "Stop calling me 'Ms. Lewis,' you've seen me naked."

Notes:

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