Clint goes stag to Steve and Peggy's wedding. Pepper invited Tony to come with her, and he seems to be on his best behaviour. For Tony Stark, at least. Darcy and Bucky dance for most of the reception until Bucky gets called away for Best Man duties. When he's gone, Clint asks Darcy to dance. They make funny faces and laugh and do the Macarena and the YMCA to music that has nothing to do with either Macarena nor YMCA. Then the music changes again to a slow song, and Clint turns to Darcy, arms outstretched ostentatiously and eyebrow raised in question. She smiles and takes his hand, swaying in his arms and letting the music wash over them.
"So, why didn't you bring a date to this thing?" Darcy asks the question that'd been on her mind since the invitations went out.
Clint gives her a fleeting, complicated smile, then shrugs.
"Couldn't find anyone I wanted to bring," he answers easily.
"Really? No one could catch the eye of the elusive Clint Barton?"
"I'd hardly call myself elusive." He rolls his eyes.
"In the year and a half that I've known you, you've only been on 3 dates, each with different women."
"How do you know it's only three? I could be elusive and have a whole other secret life where I'm in a hardcore serious relationship with a wife and 2.5 kids."
Darcy snorts at that.
"Please. You told me the truth about falling off the sidewalk and breaking your arm even though everyone else still thinks it was a motorcycle accident. You really expect me to believe you wouldn't tell me if you had serious feelings about someone?"
He looks down at that, the expression on his face closed for once- a rare occurrence around her.
"No, I suppose not."
"See! I know you Clint. You always tell me everything because I'm your best friend."
"-And I love you. I know, I know. It's true, ya know," he insists, gazing into her eyes seriously.
She nods, caught up in her train of thought now.
"I know, and I feel the same. Which is why I can't stand the thought of you all alone. So. Starting next week, I'm fixing you up with blind dates."
"Wait. What?!" he asks gruffly.
"Yup. You, Clint Barton, are going to meet someone wonderful who sees you for the romantic, sweet, hilarious man you are and snatch you right up."
"Darce, that's not-"
"Do not want to find someone to spend the rest of your life with?" she challenges.
"Of course I do, but-"
"So, the first step is to find someone. Then we'll work on the whole, "for the rest of your life thing.'"
He stares at her, blinking uncomprehendingly, before giving his head a hard shake.
"You really are something, you know that?" he asks.
"Well, I want you happy, Clint. You know how important that is to me." She smiles at him, and he bends down and gives her a small, lingering kiss on her forehead.
"I know, Darcy. I know. Thank you."
He steps back as Bucky approaches, giving the couple one last smile before he walks away to his table. Darcy stares after him a moment, then laughs as Bucky twirls her, completely missing the thoughtful look in her boyfriend's eyes.