*Author's Note*
Thank you for the faves, follows, and reviews.
Oh, since Jack Rollins is Australian (the actor that plays him is, so we're just using that as his background canon) he's using Outback lingo and sheila is a term for girl. Cap doesn't know that and thinks that when he says sheila he's actually talking about a specific girl named Sheila so….yea…let the Cap misunderstandings commence.
You Sexy Jacked-Boot You
Cap POV:
After my talk with Peggy yesterday, I was determined to make plans with Gem to go to the Smithsonian. I had decided to ask her about it at lunch today. I was sitting at my cubicle, going over a few reports about potential missions that Strike Alpha and I might be getting sent on soon, only to hear the audible ping of the elevator doors ding open followed by Gem's sweet voice saying, "Goodbye, Brock, Jack. See ya later."
"Later, baby." Brock replied while Jack simply let out one word: "Goodbye."
As soon as they stepped off the elevator and the doors closed shut, Rollins clasped Rumlow on the back and smirked, "So, you spent the weekend with your sheila, ey?"
What? Brock's spending the weekend with a woman and he's sniffing around Gem? Oh, poor Gem. She's stuck with his endless flirting and roguish ways while they work on something for Fury (well, at least I think he's having them do a joint project since he had a meeting with both of them).
"Course I did, Jack. Why wouldn't I?" Rumlow responded, causing me to furrow my brows in disgust and disappointment at the sorry excuse for a man. He caught on to my look as he and Jack walked deeper into the room. He flashed me a hard-pressed look before asking, "Hear something you didn't like with your bionic big ears?"
"Don't brag about your conquest when you know I have sensitive hearing from a super soldier serum, Rumlow." I told the commander, standing up and speed walking over to the elevator.
"Don't bother Gem this morning, she's tired, Cap." Rumlow ordered me as stopped at the elevator.
I didn't say a word, just pressed the call button for the elevator. I had my back to Rumlow, but I know that him and Jack were staring at me since I heard the latter ask, "Why'd he be going to see Gem for?"
"He has a thing for her." Rumlow chuckled, his tone darkly vibrating deep in his throat.
Before I could hear Jack's reply, the elevator doors opened and I stepped inside of the glass carriage. I hit the button for the 100th floor, causing the doors to close and the elevator to rise. My shoulder sagged and I relaxed a bit as I rode the elevator up to see Gem. Getting away from Rumlow eased my tensions. I swear, that man and his insults paired with his roguish personality gets on my nerves. I know he's a good commander, but I think Fury should've demoted; placed him under my command. Having Rumlow in charge is a headache. Now I'm stuck listening to him talk to Jack about his latest conquest along with watching him flirt shamelessly with Gem.
After a few minutes, the elevator came to a stop and the doors dinged open. As I stepped off of the elevator, I took in the sight of Gem sitting at her desk, typing something on her computer. She looked very pretty today, but usually she always looked pretty. She didn't notice my presence as I made my way over to her. Perhaps she assumed I was somebody that needed to see Secretary Pierce. I'm sure she's used to people coming and going all day for meetings with the man since he was very important to SHIELD after all.
"Morning, doll." I smiled at Gem, standing right in front of her desk.
Gem startled slightly in her chair. Jerking her head up and looking at me, she let out a whoosh of, "Oh, Steve, I wasn't expecting you up here."
"I'm sorry for startling you, but I wanted to ask you something." I genuinely told the pretty dame before me.
"Okay, what is it? Is it something I can help you with, or is it something more for Pierce to answer? Did you ask Brock first? He could always help as your commander."
"Oh, no, Gem, it's nothing work related." I answered with a quick shake of my head. I flashed Gem a smile and asked, "I was wondering if you'd like to go to the Smithsonian with me on Sunday?"
"Oh, yea, you wanted to do that a couple of Sundays ago, but I had plans." Gem remarked, causing me to worry that she was going to turn down my offer of a date. After a moment, she smiled and nodded, "Yea, I can meet you there. How about noon?"
"Noon works, I'll see you then." I smiled, feeling happy that she didn't turn me down.
"Okay. I've never been to the Smithsonian before so I'm sure we'll have fun."
"You'll enjoy the exhibit we're going to." I assured Gem before telling her, "I'll go and let you get back to work. I'll see you at lunch."
"Okay, see you there." She smiled before returning to typing on her keyboard.
Without a word, I left her to her work and made my way over to the elevator. I didn't want to go back to Strike Alpha's floor, but I knew that if I visted Natasha and Clint that they'd pester me with trying to find me a date. Well, Nat would be playing match maker while Clint would be nodding and saying things such as 'yea, she's nice' or 'Good pick for him, Nat'. So, guess I'm headed back to Strike Alpha's floor.
Gem POV:
After Steve left, my morning seemed to drag on slowly. Of course, the fact that I was sleep deprived and was downing cups of coffee faster than tequila shots had a hand in my day slowly dragging by. Of course, the fact that the battery in my wireless mouse died and I had to go rummaging around in the supply closet didn't help my mood either. And of course, Pierce gave me an outline of the Project Insight proposal and wanted me to flesh it out into a beautifully written document that would convince politicians on the fence to jump over the fence and graze in the Project Insight pasture. Apparently, Project Insight was supposed to be a trio of hellicarriers that conducted world security by taking out a threat when detected, or at least that was what was mentioned in the outline my boss gave me. Now, the truth behind Project Insight was a bit more then what was in that outline. Pierce told me that it would ensure our organization's rise; bring order to the world.
So safe to say Project Insight was both dangerous to non-HYDRA and detrimental to HYDRA's rise to power. Oh, and I had to put that shit into a proposal that seemed legit. Lucky me… So, when noon came around, I was both relieved and taken aback whenever Brock, followed by Jack, stepped off of the elevator.
"You don't mind if we have lunch with Jack today, do you, baby?" Brock asked as he and his real HYDRA coworker made their way over to my desk.
"No, I don't mind." I smiled while closing out of the computer system I was on.
"Why would she, Brock? She knows we're all on the same time; that it's time to make friends, unlike your anti-social stern ass." Jack remarked as I stood up from my desk.
"Shut up, Rollins." My boyfriend barked at his HYDRA co-worker. God, Murderface would be HYDRA.
"Stop bickering, you two." I ordered the STRIKE Alpha agents while coming to a stop in front of Brock. "Let's go to lunch, I'm starving."
"You should be starving; I doubt you had breakfast." Jack remarked, causing Brock to give him a hard look.
"Rollins…" Brock darkly warned his co-worker (that we needed to befriend for our cover) before slinging an arm around me and leading the way over to the elevator.
"What? I was just saying that I doubt you fed her since all you ever do is the gym, smoothies, and black coffee in the mornings." Rollins quickly defended himself as he followed behind us.
"I know exactly what you were saying, Kanagroo Jack." Brock shot back, pressing the call button for the elevator right after we quickly stopped in front of the metal doors. Before Rollins could say another word, the elevator doors opened.
"Jack, stop teasing him about me staying the night. It's getting under his skin." I told the very tall Australian, who had the murderous resting face in the history of mankind, as we all filed into the elevator.
The elevator doors closed shut and Brock hit the button for the lobby, all the while Jack just looked at him and teased, "And no wonder why Pierce has this shiela working with him on the project. He knows she's the only thing that can keep you in line."
A Few Minutes Later…
After a very long elevator ride down to the first floor, we went to the cafeteria. The cafeteria was a bit crowded this afternoon, so it took a little while to get our food. Brock just piled a large salad into a container, making it big enough that we could share it, while I grabbed us some waters. I grabbed a water for Jack as well while he was snagging some healthy sandwich from the cooler that houses sandwiches and wraps.
Once we got our food, we quickly checked out at the kiosk and went into the dining room. Of course, that was packed tighter than a sardine can too, but we managed to find an empty table. It was a few tables down from the one that Darcy and the squad ate at. Of course, once my usual table saw us, they gave us friendly waves. I waved back, while Brock and Jack just gave them nods of acknowledgement.
A few minutes into our lunch, Steve walked into the cafeteria. He gave me a weird look before rushing over. "Gem, why aren't you eating with our friends today?"
"Oh, I just decided to eat with Brock and Jack today. I figured I should befriend Jack since he's rock's second in command." I explained to Steve while he had a disappointed look on his face.
"Oh. Is this because of work?" He asked.
"Cap, don't worry about our lunch table." Brock told Steve. Pointing over to the table that our other friends were at, my boyfriend bluntly told Steve, "Isn't it time for you to go over there and eat, cause we both know you're not eating with us."
"Rumlow, Rollins." Steve nodded at the STRIKE agents before turning to me and saying, "I'm looking forward to Sunday. Maybe I'll catch you at lunch tomorrow.", before walking off.
"What's happening on Sunday?" Brock asked, spearing a bunch of lettuce onto his fork.
"Oh, we're meeting up at the Smithsonian. He wants to show me some exhibit he thinks I'll like."
"Bet it'll be the exhibit on himself." Jack chuckled before taking a bite out of his sandwich.
Brock gave me a tilted look, only to tell me, "Don't let him keep you out to late. There's a fight on Pay-Per-View I wanted to watch with you, baby.", before shoving a forkful of salad into his kissable mouth.
"Don't worry, I'll have him bring me home in plenty of time for the fight." I assured Brock while spearing some salad with my fork.
Pointing between me and Brock with his sandwich, Jack asked, "So, your home is her home now?"
"What? Oh, no. I just meant-" I quickly tried to explain, only for Brock to cut me off with an assuring, "We know what you meant, baby. Kangaroo Jack's just being a smart ass."
Cap POV:
"Captain of the America, my friend, you seem in a fool mood. What has you so doom and gloom?" Thor asked as I watching Gem eating with Rumlow and Rollins. She was smiling and laughing at something they said. I didn't like that she was ditching our friends for them. Just because she's working with Rumlow on something (something that Fury put them on) doesn't mean she has to ingrain herself with Rumlow and in extension Rollins. I don't mind Rollins that much, or at least I didn't before I heard him and Brock talking about the latter's Shiela. Rollins seemed to approve of Rumlow's exploits. Rollins approving of Rumlow and his Shiela along with Rumlow's pursuit of Gem was something I didn't like.
"He's butthurt cause Gem's eating with Messiah Jacked-boot and Murderface today." Darcy remarked around a mouthful of blueberry pop tart.
"I'm not butthurt." I quickly rebuttled Darcy's remark. "I just think she should be eating with us; we're her friends after all."
"My friend, do not fret over her eating with them. Brock of the Rumlows is a fine warrior and is very much worthy of her lunch time. Jack of the Rollins is a fine warrior that is under Rumlow's command. He has a right to dine with them as well."
"Cap, her eating with Brock and his friend was going to happen eventually since they're-" Cameron began to say, only for me to cut him off with, "No, if you're going to start gossiping, don't. I don't want to hear it."
"You're no fun." Darcy pouted.
Tina rolled her eyes at me while sipping on her diet coke. "All of SHIELD's talking about Brock and Gem, but you won't have any part in it." She said incredulously; tipping her sodapop can at me.
"No, I won't. It's bad manners." I told everyone at the lunch table. Pointing between Darcy and Jane, I added in, "And you two should be ashamed of gossiping about your roommate. She's like your sister." Standing up and grabbing my tray, I announced, "I'll go eat lunch outside in the courtyard; you can go ahead and gossip amongst yourselves."
"Don't be like that, Schmexy Old Glory! She knows how we are; she's cool with it!" Darcy called out to me as I quickly walked away from the table. Before I walked out of the cafeteria, I heard Darcy tell the group, "Anywho, who thinks that Gem's going to make Brock more social?"
I didn't stay to hear what the others thought. I walked out and made my way to the courtyard before I could be privy to the gossip.
Gem POV:
After lunch, I rode up in the elevator with Brock and Jack until we reached their floor; then we departed ways. Of course, after lunch I got stuck finishing up that proposition for Pierce. I thought it was well written, but I was sorely mistaken because when I got to work on Tuesday it was on my desk with red pen marks all over it (it reminded me of my high school English teacher in senior year) along with a sticky note with scribbled instructions to rewrite it. So of course, I rewrote it, along with do all of my other duties as Pierce's secretary.
Unfortunately, Pierce's inner English teacher came out again on the rewrite. Wednesday morning, I was met with a red pen marked up proposal paper along with another sticky note saying: 'Better, but it still isn't enough to make the doubters invest. Please, rewrite it. Thank you, Miss Schulze'. Yea, so Wednesday was spent just like Tuesday was. Actually, the entire week was spent like this.
So, this morning, which is Friday, when I walked up to my desk to find it without a red pen marked paper, I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. Thank God, Pierce aka Satan approved of the revision I typed up yesterday and gave him. But, of course, my day couldn't go smoothly or easily. No…why would it? Pierce decided to call both me and Brock into his office to discuss Project Insight and brain storm some things with him.
That was hours ago…
"Well, I suppose we'll have to have members of our organization submit a list of their families and friends so that they get excluded from Zola's algorithm." Pierce told me and Brock while sipping on some coffee.
"Why? What's Zola's algorithm?" I asked, only for Brock to give me a dirty look. I just looked right back at him in a 'what?' type of way. Wasn't our job to find out what Pierce and HYDRA were up to? Well, I'm just doing my job.
Pierce looked right at my boyfriend, only to ask, "Oh, Commander Rumlow, you haven't told her about Project Insight and Zola's algorithm yet?"
"No, but Sir, she's been busy rewriting revisions of your Project Insight proposal and I've been busy training with The Asset, so there hasn't been any time to discuss it." Brock smoothly told our boss, no doubt saving our asses.
Pierce nodded and put his coffee cup down with a loud clunk. "Aw, yes, I forgot you've both been busy. Most likely too busy to go home with each other, due to all of the dedication you both have to the organization." Looking at me, he smiled in an uncanny way and told me, "It's good to see how dedicated you are since you're a new recruit."
I smiled at my boss, only to bullshit him with the remark of, "Well, anything that'll make the world a better place and bring about order, I'm dedicated too."
"Don't worry, Pierce, in a few weeks she'll be ready for initiation." Brock assured Pierce, who just nodded and grinned.
"Good. Very good." Leaning an arm on the large glass table, he looked at me and explained Zola's algorithm with, "Zola's algorithm is a program that reads a person's past to tell their future; whether or not their cyber records show that they'll be a threat for us now or in the future. We'll be able to take out threats before they can act."
"It's a security program." Brock simply said, even tho the way his knee knocked against mine under the table told me that it was much more than that.
"I know it's a security program, honey. I did write up a few proposals for political sponsors, I was just wondering what Zola's algorithm was." I dryly told the handsome man next to me. My voice was tight with aggravation, but it truly wasn't aimed at him tho. I was aggravated with our boss, but I couldn't take it out on Pierce so Brock was the one to get the pissy tone instead of the nice one he usually got.
"Please, save your lover's quarrel for tonight. We've got work to do." Pierce ordered while giving us a near death glare. He tapped his fingers against his desk in one of those 'I've got things to discuss' type of ways that important bosses tend to do.
"Yes, Sir." I simply nodded.
Of course, Brock couldn't just nod and 'Yes, Sir' Pierce. Oh no, he just had to open his mouth and complain. "What else do we need to do? We've already discussed technical protocols and security."
"Yes." Pierce nodded before staring at Brock with his deal cold eyes and explain our next steps with, "But now we need to discuss how the program should work; how many threats should be taken out at a time, and other such matters."
Darcy POV:
At around 5 o'clock, Gem texted me to let me know that her and Brock were stuck in some brainstorm meeting for Satan's pet project that he had them both consulting on. She told me that if I wanted to go home I could either hitch a ride with Cameron or Tina, or I could meet her up on the 100th floor aka hell and get her keys. Of course, I choose the latter, but only cause that meant Brock and Gem would be stuck going home whenever and wherever together (and those cutie-pies needed all the time together to grow into the awesome OTP BROMA they're meant to be). Robert Redford's Evil Twin Satan wasn't too happy that I appeared in his lair, but he seemed at ease when Gem gave me her keys and shooed me off. Well, she didn't actually shoo me off, just told me not to wreck her new SUV, but I bet Satan thinks she shooed me off.
Well, that was roughly 3-hours ago. The tail end of Wheel of Fortune was on and I was on the couch, eating sweet 'n' sour chicken while Thor and Jane were at the kitchen table, fretting over Science! thingies. Well, actually Janey was fretting over all of the read-out printouts scattered on the table while Thor was just sitting and eating a pint of shrimp fried rice; acting as Jane's moral support. ZOHMYGAWD, they were such a cute couple. Couple goals right there, oh god there goes my feels.
The overly excited contestant was picking her final consonants and a vowel for the final puzzle whenever the front door opened and Gem crossed the threshold with Brock hot on her heels. "See Robert Redford's Evil Twin Satan finally let ya'll go." I told the couple, that looked like trampled dogshit, as he slammed the door shut behind him.
Jane looked up from her papers, a pen tucked behind her ear, only to tell our friends, "We got plenty of food. Just sit down and grab something.", as they began their trek from the kitchen to the living room.
"Pierce had us working on something with him, so we had to stay late." Gem informed us all in a tired and drained tone.
"Alas, it is not as late as it sometimes is, my brother and sister in arms." Thor cheerfully told BROMA in a 'glass half full' way.
"Anything past 5 o'clock is too late when Pierce is concerned." Brock groaned as he and Gem passed by the kitchen table.
"Shit, you two look like Pierce drained your souls. You guys want to watch a comedy or something?"
"I promised him we'd watch Ricky Bobby sometime. You could put that on for us while I got change."
"What's he going to do while you change?" I asked Gem as she started to root around in her portable closet for clothes.
"Eat and try not to pass out on your couch." Brock dryly announced as he reached the coffee table; taking a pint of shrimp fried rice off of it.
"Just find us the movie to watch. He's never seen it and has to. We got an inside joke going on about his Pops driving like Ricky Bobby." Gem told me, as she left her closet and made her way over to the bathroom, while Brock flopped down on the couch next to me; armed with his dinner and a cheap plastic
"Okay, now I'm totally putting the movie on for ya'll." I announced with a huge smile. Oh, I definitely had to see my friends' reaction to Ricky Bobby and their inside joke. This was going to be priceless. As Gem entered the bathroom and slammed the door shut, I tuned to Brock and heckled him with the question of, "Aren't you gonna go inside the bathroom to change too, or do jacked-boots just strip on the fly?"
"You're an oddball, Darcy." Brock chuckled, nearly choking on his rice. "Since you're Gem's sister, I'll put up with you." He joked, giving me a wink and a crack of a smile.
"Of course, you put up with me for my sister from another mister's sake. Not like you actually like my friendship." I quipped back before shoving some food into my mouth. "Oh, you know that Billy really liked his care package. He sent me a selfie reading his book I put in his package." I told Brock before pulling my phone out and bringing up the selfie. "See." I shoved the phone at him right as the bathroom door opened and Gem shuffled out.
"Is that Dorian Gray?" Brock asked, squinting as he looked at the picture of Billy posing with the book I sent him.
"What're you torturing my boyfriend about with your phone, Darce?" Gem asked, making her way over to the couch. Guess she left her clothes in the bathroom since she didn't have them with her.
"She's showing him a picture of Billy reading the book she sent him." Jane informed Gem, never looking up from the data sheets she was going over.
"Yes, she's very excited that her sojourning warrior reads the tale of Dorian of the Grays." Thor added in while handing Jane a new red pen since hers had just run out.
"Really, Darcy, you sent a special OPs Marine Dorian Gray to read?" Gem asked, giving me an arched brow look, as she reached the couch.
"Yea. Why not? It's a classic and he seems like the type to like that kind of thing." I shrugged as Gem took the phone out of my hand and plopped down in between me and Brock.
"Jesus, I thought that was Dorian Gray." Brock remarked while I quickly pulled up the movie on Netflix. Looking over Gem's shoulder, he pointed out, "Hell, he looks similar to the character on the book cover, Gem."
"Oh god, that's creepy." Gem blurted out, all the while Jane and Thor were ignoring us since they were too busy with her Science! stuff.
"Shut up, you're with somebody that could pass as an Italian Terminator." I playfully snapped at Gem before pressing the play button on the remote. "Now, the movie's on so let the fun times commence."
About An Hour Later…
We were enjoying the movie (and by we I mean, me, Gem, and Brock since Thor and Jane had moved their Science! study sesh to their room) and laughing our asses off. I learned what the inside joke with BROMA was when it came to Ricky Bobby. Brock didn't do well in traffic and had learnt the shake 'n' bake sling shot maneuver to enact in traffic from Arlo aka Pops. I swear, I snorted Diet Coke out of my nose whenever Gem pointed to the tv and to Brock while wildly telling him that's what she meant by him doing some Ricky Bobby shake 'n' bake shit on Monday morning when they were running late and stuck in traffic. Brock didn't even look ashamed at my sister from another mister's words, just shrugged and let out a chuckle of, "But I wanna go fast."
Right now, we were at the part where Ricky Bobby's mom is trying to teach her grandsons Walker and Texas Ranger some manners. Right as the little boy says, 'Oh, Nana, not my prison shank.', brokenheartedly while tossing his shank in the trash, I looked at Gem said, "Reminds you of your cousins kids, huh."
Brock quirked a brow at Gem and asked, "Your cousins kids have prison shanks?"
"I dunno, prolly." Gem lightly laughed, only to go on to explain, "My cousin Dante has little bratty bastards for kids. Don't worry, you'll get to see them telling my cousin's latest girlfriend 'My nana says you're a puttana' in all their brat-bastardly glory come Thanksgiving."
"Don't tell me, Dante is Uncle Rocco's son."
"Yep."
"Explains why they act a bit like Walker and Texas Ranger since, you know, they got a 'mechanic' gramps and a 'house painter' daddy." I said, making air quotes around the words mechanic and house painter. Hey, we all knew what those words were mob code for. Hitching a thumb Gem's way, I bragged on her MacGyver skills by saying, "But my sister from another mister here can make a mean prison style iron brown bag toast."
Brock lost it, he ust broke out in a loud rumbling laugh. "Of course, you know how to make grilled cheese with an iron Rikers style, baby."
"One of my cousins taught me before I went to college." Gem explained while giving me a dirty look. "Now watch this part. It's funny." She told him as the scene where Ricky Bobby's dad gets thrown out of an Applebee's came onto the screen.
"What's so funny about them having family dinner at the Applebee's?" Brock asked Gem while doing what he was told and watching the scene on tv.
"The dad screws it up." Gem answered right as the waitress walked up to Ricky's Bobby table to ask the family how their meal was.
"In 2.5 seconds, it all turns to shit and family dinner is ruined." I giggled gleefully. This was one of my favorite parts of the movie. Gem liked this part too and we'd laugh til we cried when it came on. Now it's time for Brock to see how his girlfriend and her sister laugh like hyenas and cry during a Will Ferrell and Gary Coleman comedy.
"Fuck, he made a scene over onions and got tossed out on his ass. That's nuts." Brock laughed while me and Gem broke out in a fight of uncontrollable laughter as a bunch of Applebee's workers threw a kicking and screaming Gary Coleman out of the family friendly chain restaurant.
Sadly, Gem and Brock dozed off into a sleep like coma sometime between Ricky Bobby and the assistant girl making out on a bar table and her unveiling his ME cougar themed racecar. So, I finished watching the movie by myself. Eh, at least they saw most of the movie with me. I mean, I can always make them watch it with me and the squad during one of the sanctioned movie nights. Schmexy Old Glory has to witness this comical genius of a movie, after all.
BROMA looked so cute passed out on the couch together. Brock was laying down with Gem splayed out on top of him. Her hand was on his chest while he was drooling on the couch's throw pillow. I just smiled at them, stood up, and grabbed the throw from the back of the couch and covered them up with it. Quietly, I grabbed my phone and started to make my way towards the hallway. Eh, I wasn't cleaning up the empty containers off the coffee table. I did so much cleaning up after Jane, Erik, Ian, and Thor that now Gem's here I leave her to do cleanups. Hey, I put in my time already. It's her turn now.
I had just reached my room whenever my phone started to ring. It was the ring tone I set for Billy, so I quickly opened my door while answering his call with a sultry, "Hey, my sexy jacked-boot."
"Babe, I'm in DC. I need you to pick me up from the airport." He informed me with a mirthful tone as I crossed the threshold into my room.
I froze right in my spot. I was in total shock, but in a good way. "What?! You're here, in DC?!" I exclaimed, forgetting all about BROMA sleeping on the couch in the living room.
"Yea. My CO approved my leave. You've gotta deal with my beautiful ass for a couple of weeks." He told me while maneuvering his way around the airport, which was actually pretty busy according to the background noise.
"You're at Reagan National in Arlington or Dulles International in Dulles?" I asked, walking further into my room and grabbing my purse off of my dresser.
"Dulles International." He answered as I slung my bag over my shoulder. "You gonna pick me up or do I gotta get a cab to your place?" Billy asked dryly as I walked out of my room.
"I'm picking you up. I just need to steal Gem's keys since she's the only one with a car." I told my boyfriend, who I was finally going to be able to touch in the flesh (YAY!), as I quietly rushed down the hall.
"You're stealing your sister's keys instead of just asking to borrow the car? Damn, shit like this is why you're hot." Billy wolf whistled, only to quickly add in, "Oh, and of course the boobs work in your favor too."
"Thanks, I'm so glad that my stealth and my boobs make me hot." I sarcastically giggled. "I'm stealing her keys cause she's passed out with Brock on the couch." I explained as I entered the kitchen and went over to where Gem's bag was at, perched on the counter.
"Oh, okay." Billy told me an an 'ah' way. "I'll be outside near the pickup lane. Just pull up and I'll hop in the car."
"Okay. I'm leaving right now, my sexy jacked-boot Marine." I told him, keys in hand, as I ran out the front door as quietly as I could.
"Okay, babe. See you then." He told me as his way of goodbye before hanging up.
I was so excited that I ran downstairs; nearly tripping over my slippers. Yea, I'm wearing slippers, but who cares since I'm picking up my man. Hell, I ain't got time to put on real shoes. Billy's at the airport waiting for me. ZOMYGAWD! I can't believe he surprised me like this. Eek, I'm so excited.
After nearly killing myself by slipping down the last couple of stairs (I blame my clumsiness on the slippers, boo), I ran out of the apartment as fast as I could. The door slammed shut behind me with a loud thunk, but I didn't care. I needed to get Billy before he got harassed by some crazy daisy selling hippy or something in the airport. The last time me and Jane flew international, coming home from London, we were heckled by some crazies. I don't remember what their cult was, but it was really weird.
Anywho…
I ran down the sidewalk and over to Gem's SUV. Oh, it was such a big black jacked-boot thuggy car. It was obviously it used to belong to Brock, cause the car just screamed 'jack-boot baddass mofo'. I clicked the fob keychain and the large black SUV beeped while the headlights glowed orangey-yellow. With a huge smile on my face, I opened the door and jumped into the driver's side. Yea, the thing didn't have runners on it so my shorty self had to jump a teensy tiny bit to get in or I'd twist and ankle or something trying to climb in with my unicorn slippers on, yo.
After shutting the door and locking it (hey, I don't want somebody like the Night Stalker or Bundy kidnapping me in the middle of the night since I'm alone and vulnerable looking in yoga pants and unicorn slippers) I plugged my phone into the aux port, put on my 'I'm so happy/exited' playlist and pulled out of the parking lot.
I was driving like Brock, Arlo-Pops, and Ricky Bobby tonight as I broke every traffic law known to man while making my way to Dulles International. I had butterflies fluttering around in my stomach as I drove like a mad woman to pick up my jacked-boot on leave. I still can't believe that he surprised me by just showing up instead of telling me his leave got approved before flying here. Damn, he's such a catch.
I had to quickly switch lanes and had some asshole, who was probably trying to get to their booty-call's house since it was too late for normal people to be out on the road (hey, I know I'm not 'normal' and I'm proud of it), lay on his horn; making it honk loudly in an obnoxiously long way. "Asshole, I'm picking up my jacked-boot Marine boyfriend. God, don't be a douche-nugget." I told the guy behind me, even though he couldn't hear me.
Thankfully, made a quick turn and lost the asshole douche-nugget since I had to go to the airport. Oh, happy music was blaring from the SUV's speakers and I followed the directions and signs to the airport. Whenever I reached the pickup lane, I saw Billy leaning by a pillar with a large duffle slung over his shoulder. He was in camo pants and a green Henley, smoking a cigarette and looking hotter than hell. Oh My God! I can't believe he's really here, like for reals! Eek!
Of course, there were two cars parked by the curb picking up people, so I had to parallel park in order to get Billy. No problem. I did it once to pass driver's ed, I can do it again. No sweat. I pulled up, turned the wheel one way, and put the car in reverse to get it into the spot (Or at least that's what I think my old driver's ed teacher taught us. I dunno, it's not like I ever used my driving skills that much in life, other than in the Mew Mexico desert and London; once or twice here in DC when Gem handed over her keys due to working late for Robert Redford's Evil Twin Satan too.) I pressed the gas pedal, but I guess I was too busy staring at Billy's hotness via the mirror and dancing to Lady Gaga cause instead of backing up into the open hole err parallel parking space, I zoomed into a pillar (Thank Frigga it wasn't the one Billy was leaning against). The cement pillar stopped me, but I heard a loud crack over the music and I figured I accidently broke a taillight. Whoops. At least Billy wasn't hurt. In fact, Billy was shaking his head and holding back some laughter.
Quickly, I flung open the door and jumped out of the car. "Billy! I'm here for you!" I squealed while running over to him. Oh my god, I'm so excited. Yay!
"You nearly killed me trying to parallel park, babe." He snickered, a smirk on his face as I tossed his cigarette on the cement only to snub it out with his military clod-hopper boots.
"No, I didn't, I killed the pillar." I told him before pouncing on him with an excited hug.
"I'd say the pillar killed the car's ass since the tail light's busted." Billy quipped right before giving me a kiss. "Come on, you give me directions and I'll drive." He suggested as soon as he broke our kiss.
"Aww, but I wanted to drive you." I pouted. I gave him a wet lip-smacking smooch before telling him in a sultry tone, "Plus you were on a really really long flight and need to save your energy for what I wanna do to you in my room, you sexy jacked-boot you, when we get home."
An airport worker loudly cleared his throat before telling us, "I'd hate to break up your romantic reunion, but you need to move your car. You can't be parked in the pick-up/drop off zone."
"I haven't ever seen this man before in the flesh and you just want to rush things along with your zone rules." I snarked at the airport dude next to me.
"Come on, Darcy. Sooner you get us home the sooner we can get naked." Billy smirked, placing his arm around my shoulders and guiding me over to the SUV that was running and making loud beep-beep-beep noises since the door was open.
"Dear lord, I don't get paid enough…" The worker muttered under his breath. Hmm, what a party pooper. How can he work at the airport and not be happy when couples are reunited? Hmm, must be why he's the hall monitor for the pick-up/drop off zone.
AN:
I hope you guys liked this chapter. It was all over the place with plot set ups in it. Oh, and Billy's in town now visiting Darcy. Next up will be Darcy/Billy having some fun together, Gem/Brock and Thor/Jane meeting Billy along with movie night where Cap meets Billy.