What Are The Odds?
Darcy/Sam/Rhodey
FalconTaserMachine…?
Theme song:
John Legend – All Of Me
Sam and Rhodey meet first, at the New Avengers facility. While they were both at that party in Avengers Tower in AoU, I don't believe they spoke to each other, so I'm going to say that they haven't been introduced ;)
"And this is Colonel James Rhodes, aka War Machine," Steve introduced, "Rhodey, my friend Sam Wilson, the Falcon."
"It's an honour, sir," Sam said genuinely. He wasn't in uniform so couldn't salute the senior Air Force officer, but he stood at attention and bowed his head respectfully.
"I've heard a lot about you, Wilson," Rhodey said cheerfully, his eyes taking in the younger man. He'd heard about Wilson long before, about how the youngster had been one of the service's brightest stars, an amazing pararescue flyer before the crash that claimed the life of his best friend (some unkindly whispered that Riley had been Wilson's lover) had led to Wilson suffering PTSD and choosing to prematurely end his career.
Since then, though, Wilson had voluntarily put himself into situations far worse than anything he'd faced in his military career and come through all right. Which would seem to lend credence to the rumours about Riley, which in turn made Rhodey wonder about Wilson's sexuality. Wonder if the younger man would be interested in being more than just team-mates, because hot damn but he was gorgeous, a little taller than Rhodey himself, his hair clipped short, a neatly trimmed moustache and goatee adorning a very handsome face. Dark brown eyes very wide, his full lips parted as he stared at Rhodey in amazement.
"Cat got your tongue?" Rhodey said with a grin. "I mean, I know the War Machine thing is pretty intimidating, but…"
"Do you, um, do you happen to have two sets of soulmark words, sir?" Sam said almost shyly.
Rhodey blinked. "Yes…"
Sam pulled his jacket off. Peeled up the T-shirt he was wearing underneath and showed a row of neatly printed words on his ribs. I've heard a lot about you, Wilson.
"Oh," it was Steve who spoke as Rhodey just stood with his mouth hanging wide open. "Oh. I didn't know you were, um, yeah, right, I'm outta here," and Captain America fled, red-cheeked.
"I'm not gay, I'm bisexual!" Sam called after him cheerfully. "I don't suppose you've already found our third?" he asked Rhodey hopefully.
"'Fraid not," Rhodey couldn't resist moving a little closer, reaching out to touch his words. "She's a cheeky madam, though, I know that."
"I like a bit of sass," Sam agreed, his eyes darkening as his soulmate's fingers ghosted over his skin. Both silent for a moment, they stared at each other until Sam licked his lips, and then Rhodey groaned and stepped closer again, reaching up for Sam's mouth.
They were kissing hungrily, arms wrapped around each other, when a cheerful female voice close by said "Holy crap, Jane, wouldja look at that? Now that's what I call a view!"
"Darcy, you know I'm convinced the reason why you're always disappointed in love is that you always ogle gay men," Jane replied dryly. "Your gaydar isn't just bad, it's operating in reverse."
"But they're so pretty," Darcy said, eyes ravenously devouring the two gorgeous guys snogging in front of her. Although they'd stopped now and were staring at her from two quite obnoxiously gorgeous faces. The uniformed one was older by a few years, she guessed, but not so old he couldn't very satisfactorily satisfy her kink for a handsome officer. And the other one had the kind of facial hair that fuelled her happy dreams. "Hel-lo sex gods," she said salaciously, "don't suppose you swing both ways?"
They both looked stunned for an instant, and then the older one spoke. "For you, sweetheart, we'll swing any which way you like."
"Hells yeah," the younger one agreed.
Darcy was only shocked for a second, and then she practically leaped on them, throwing herself into their welcoming arms, shrieking with happiness. "Oh my god, I found you, I found you, and you're both smokin'!"
Jane just stood with her mouth open, watching, until Darcy turned back to her grinning. "These two gorgeous specimens of manhood? They're why I always like to stop and stare at two guys making out."
"What the hell are the odds of all three members of a triad meeting for the first time within five minutes?" Sam shook his head incredulously, still barely able to believe his luck.
"Well, considering that completed triads only make up about four point one per cent of all soulmate groupings, the probability…" Jane's automatic math-solving trailed off as she realised the three of them were completely absorbed in each other. Smiling ruefully, she turned and quietly exited, leaving them alone.
There will be a part 2 to this one tomorrow where Jane gets a soulmate too ;)
