Written for: mcgregorswench. September 25th, 2018 Steve/Darcy Post-snap reunion.

Steve hadn't spoken to Darcy since the resurrection (he hated calling it that so much). That wasn't for a lack of opportunities. For sure, there had been plenty.

She'd come with Bucky to visit him in the hospital, standing back as the two old friends had their own tearful reunion. Later, he saw her with Jane, pressing her old boss turned BFF for all the details of what had happened while she was gone. Then at Tony's 'ding dong the titan is dead' party, they sat two chairs apart trying not to stare at their respective best friends eating each other's faces off.

That last one was his opening, an exasperated Bucky snapped at him three days later (he'd just gotten back from Jane's apartment).

"Didn't you tell me you've been sweet on her ever since she and Jane let you guys stay with them that one time?"

"Yeah, sorry if I'm not big on public displays of affection like you," Steve said. "I'm pretty sure I lost my virginity watching you animals."

"About damn time. I was starting to wonder if you'd entered into priesthood without telling me."

"Shut the fuck up. Go fuck Jane some more why don't you?"

Bucky did indeed do that, and so Steve was all alone when Darcy arrived at his door in a pair of shorts and a tight red t-shirt.

"Sorry," she said sheepishly, holding up a bag of popcorn and some cookies as a peace offering. "Hot as those guys are together, I'm not in the mood to listen to orgasms right now. You mind if I crash here?"

'Legs,' Steve's brain said as it traveled out of his skull and into his pants. 'Soft legs and hips and breasts dear god those breasts…'

"Uh…" Steve's jaw unhinged, letting out a squeaky hiss. "I mean… yes?"

She cocked her head to one side. "You don't sound very sure of yourself."

"I am. Really, I am. I just…" Steve looked around. There were a few articles of clothing on the floor and a messy stack of magazines on the coffee table. "Sorry, it's such a mess."

Darcy snorted, flouncing past him. He was pretty sure she wasn't wearing a bra. "If this is a mess, then my room is an archaeological dig in the making. You guys have Netflix, right?"

Steve didn't know. His ever-expanding list aside, he wasn't much of a TV person. It seemed Bucky was, though, as the red logo soon popped up on the TV screen. Darcy spent the next twenty minutes searching through hundreds of titles before settling on a baking show. She'd made a small area for herself out of blankets and pillows, seeming to prefer that to the couch. Steve could relate, it was far too soft for his liking, but something about Darcy all stretched out on the floor, her legs bent, her shirt riding up to expose her stomach…

Steve swallowed. "So uh… Bucky and Jane. Didn't see that coming."

Darcy shrugged. "Eh, it kind of makes sense. At least to me."

"How's that?"

"Well, you know she dated Thor, right?"

Steve nodded.

"Before that, she was really serious about this guy, Donald Blake. I think he was a surgeon or something? Anyway, they broke up long before my internship started, but I did meet him once. We ran into him at some big charity event gala thing. He was actually a pretty cool guy."

"That's nice," Steve said. He wanted to look at her face, but her nipples were hard peaks. Definitely no bra.

"I mean, he was no Thor obviously, but I could see why Jane liked him. Then I got to thinking, she went from a successful doctor to a literal god slash superhero. Where are you supposed to go from there? How do you find someone just as good if not better than Thor?"

"And you think Bucky is that someone."

"You think he's not?"

Fair enough.

They went back to watching the show, but Steve couldn't concentrate for longer than a minute. He was off the couch and next to Darcy, trying not to stare but inevitably letting his eyes drag across her curvaceous form.

"So uh…" he coughed. "How did Buck win her over? He never told me."

"He didn't?" Darcy rolled her eyes. "And here I thought he'd brag about it to everyone. He literally listened to her talk science for three hours, and when she was done, he started making out with her."

Steve blinked. "Are you serious?"

"As a tax audit," she said. "I don't know, I guess he has a kink. No judgment from me, of course. I wish it could always be that easy to land a man."

She looked at him, and Steve looked back. Nothing in her voice or expression suggested she was after anything, but when Steve grabbed her, those perfect legs were around his waist as soon as he sat up. She fit perfectly in his lap, grinding hard against him. The rest happened in a blur, one which lasted until the sun came up. They were still on the floor, they were naked, and Steve had proven himself a fast learner as he figured out every possible way to make Darcy scream his name. The baking show was still on in the background.

"That was…" Darcy tried to form another word but quickly gave up.

"I know," Steve said. "What do you say next time, we make out in front of Bucky and Jane? Give them a taste of their own medicine."

She grinned, pulling him in for another kiss. "You're on."