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Here's the new chapter. Have fun reading it. First chapter has LEMONS! Yay!

Where There's Smoke, There's Burnt Toast

Darcy POV:

"Gem and Brock are passed out on my couch, so we need to be quiet when we go inside." I told Billy as we approached my apartment door.

"Do we need to be quiet in your bedroom too?" Asked, only to smirk, "I was hoping to hear you scream my name."

"No, we can be loud in my bedroom." I told Billy, as I stopped in front of my door. Looking over at him, I sultry asked, "You really want me to scream your name, Sexy Jacked-Boot?"

Coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist, Billy rested his chin on my shoulder only for his hot breath to tickle my ear with the firm and hot words of, "Yes, I do, babe, so open the door so I can shove you in your room and have my fucking way with you."

"Holy Shitzu, you're gonna be the funnest fuck I've ever had. You're so, oh my god, cut like a fine diamond and ready to go like a sexed-up Energizer Bunny." I squealed while finding the door key and shoving it into the lock.

"I've been in the dessert with only my hand for company for months on end, you bet I'm I'm gonna fuck you every which way til Sunday tonight." Billy told me in a low baritone as I shoved the door open. "Into the apartment we go, babe." Billy chuckled, shoving me into the apartment while never unraveling his arm from my waist. Not like I wanted him to do that. Just saying…

"Ssh…" I hissed, motioning to my sleeping sister from another mister and her other half, Messiah Jacked-Boot, who were still curled up on the couch where I left them an hour or so ago, right after Billy slammed the door shut. Luckily the couple on the couch didn't wake up, but still, I didn't want to chance it. They've been run ragged by Satan lately; needed their beauty sleep.

"Where's your room?" Billy whispered while guiding me thru the small kitchen.

"Down the hall, first door on the right. It was my name on it in sparkly painted wooden letters." I told my man as we set foot into the living room of the small apartment.

"Ooo, my sexy girl's into arts and crafts." He lowly whispered into my ear; his tone cheeky. "I like that. Means you're creative."

"I know what you're insinuating and I'm not offended at all. In fact, I'm flattered." I whispered, a big flirty smile on my face, as Billy maneuvered me thru the living room and towards the hall.

"Glad you're flattered by me thinking you're down to get freaky." Billy lightly chuckled into my eat as we disappeared down the hall. "Aha, I see your door." He remarked as my colorful door sign came into view.

"God, I can't wait to run my hands all over you." I revealed to him as we came to a stop in front of my door.

"And I can't wait to run my hands all over you either, babe." Billy smirked right before opening up my door and guiding me into the bedroom.

As soon as we entered the room, he backed away from me to shut the door and sling his duffel bag off his shoulder. He made a step forward, intending to snatch me up, but I just let out an excited squeal and pounced on him. He staggered slightly and his back hit the door with a thud. He let out an, "Oof.", before smirking, "Well, aren't you eager."

"Shut up and kiss me, you sexy jacked-boot." I ordered, upon my tippy-toes while yanking on his shirt collar to make him bend his head down. Hey, I'm short and he's taller than me so I gotta do what I gotta do.

"Ooo, I like a woman who takes charge. Very sexy." Billy winked devilishly before crashing his lips onto mine and holding onto my cheeks with his perfect hands as if his life depended on it.

My hand clenched his henley tightly while my lips were devoured by my man's eager kisses. I chased after his kissed like a starving person at an all you can eat buffet. I didn't wait for him to try and deepen the kiss, I decided to do it myself and just shoved my tongue a bit ineloquently into his mouth. Billy let out a moan, one that sounded pleased with my take charge actions, before tangling his tongue with mine. Oh god, the sensation of his soft tongue dancing with mine sensually made me weak in the knees. I pulled at his shirt tighter, making his chest brush up against mine as his back curled and arched. His hands went from my cheeks to my jawline and my neck, gripping with a steel like strength as our kisses went from hot to on fuck-a-doodles fire.

Billy pulled away from me, breaking our kiss and leaving us both panting like overheated puppy dogs, only to press his forehead against mine and smirk, "I think you stretched out my shirt, babe."

"Since it's stretched out maybe I should just pull it off. No use in wearing something that doesn't fit." I playfully smiled, letting go of his shirt onto to tug the hem of it up. He arched a daring eyebrow up, causing me to quickly pull off his shirt. Of course, it got stuck over his head and he flailed around a bit while I had to yank it off to free him.

After he was freed, he stood before me in all of his shirtless glory only for me to lick my lips and stare at his perfect abs in a trance. God, I couldn't believe his body was real. Like shitballs, soldiers are super duper cut. I mean I know I've seen pictures and seem him via Skype, but seeing him shirtless in the flesh just proves that he's the real deal and isn't photoshopped.

"God, could cover your abs with Hershey's chocolate syrup there's so mouthwatering. So…oh my god…hot." I babbled, running my hands over Billy's perfect torso. Oh my god, those muscles.

"Maybe we should save the food sex til tomorrow night. We don't want to shuffle around the kitchen in the dark; wake your friends." He told me with a twinkle in his brown eyes. A smirk crossed his face as he tugged and my shirt and suggested, "Why don't we get out of our clothes and move this from the door to the bed?"

"Yea, okay. Let's get naked and bang on the bed. That's a great idea." I blurted out, sounding a bit too excited for my own good. Whatever, guess he'll just have to deal with my weirdness if he wants to nookie.

"Of course, it's a great idea, Darcy." Billy half-chuckled before helping me out of my shirt and pressing a kiss against my lips. The kiss was slow and teasing. It riled me up, but of course he broke it off by tugging on my lip with his teeth and pulling away from me. "Let's get the rest of our clothes off, babe."

Without a word or a second thought, I grabbed Billy's belt and quickly unbuckled it. In record time, I had Billy's pants pooled around his ankles. He looked smokin' hot in his black boxer briefs. Oh my god. Billy just winked at me before ridding himself of his boots and socks. After stepping out of his pants, he helped me out of my clothes. Oh god, of course I forgot to change my undies into something sexy. Shit, here I am standing in front of my sexy jacked-boot in a sports bran and boring cotton panties that cover my ass.

"Sorry, I wasn't expecting any sexy times so I wore the comfy undies today."

"You're sexy even in the cotton Hanes." He assured me before grabbing my hand and leading me over to my bed. "A mandala and twinkle lights. Very bohemian of you." He remarked, looking at the décor right above my headboard, as we stood right next to my bed.

"I've been a mandala tapestry and twinkle lights girl for a solid decade now and nothing gonna change that." I told Billy before pushing him on the bed. "Now, let's makeout." I announced, jumping on him lap and pinning him down my pressing my hands to his chest.

"Makeout? I thought we were gonna fuck?"

"We're gonna do that too, but we gotta have foreplay."

"I've been in the desert for a while, foreplay might just kill me." Billy chuckled; truth laced in his velvety tone.

"No, it won't. You'll be fine." I waved off his remark, only to stare down at him and press my lips eagerly to his. I wiggled my hips as my lips moved against his, causing him to moan and buck up while tightening his hands around my hip and neck.

After a few endlessly minutes of kissing and rutting against each other, Billy slipped me over so that I was on my back beneath him. He gave me a smoldering look while declaring, "You're going to be screaming my name so loud soon, the entire complex might wake up." Oh my god… He pulled me to sit up, gave me a deep kiss, and pulled my bra off. Without a word, he just smirked and grabbed my boobs.

"Oh, I'm glad you like the girls." I playfully remarked, causing him to just chuckle before placing sloppy, but eager, kisses all over my chest. Of course, his actions made me moan and wiggle a bit.

He directed me to lay down on the bed, only to tease me by running his hands all over me while nipping at my boobs playfully. Holy shitzu, his calloused hands were magical as they trailed every inch of my body, making me squirm and pant with want. His teeth scrapping against my nipple before swirling his tongue soothingly over it had me going wild.

"Holy shitzu…" I let out in a shaky breath as Billy slithered down my body, his hands trialing down my thighs as his mouth peppered open mouth kisses down my torso only to stop and swirl his tongue inside of my belly button. Billy let out a deep chuckle, only to lock his lust filled dark brown eyes on mine as he kissed his way down below my belly. He parted my legs and his head disappeared between my legs. I let out a moan and fisted my sheets as I felt Billy lick a strip up my wet slit. "Oh my god…"

"You taste so sweet, babe." Billy smirked against my inner thigh before licking another teasing strip up my slit.

His tongue, oh my god, Billy's so good with using his tongue. Between the teasing slow licks, the swirls against my clit, and the fast lapping against my wet core, I was a gooey mess. My breathing was so uneven and a coil was so tight in my lower belly. It was too much, but wonder all at the same time.

"Oh my god, Billy!" I cried out as a wave of pleasure washed over me. My legs were shaking and my chest was heaving, be he just slowing ran his tongue against me to help me thru my orgasmic bliss.

Once I was coming down from my high, Billy slithered up my body. He was smirking as his beard glistened with my wetness. I placed my hands on his neck, only to bring him into me and crash my lips against his in a kiss. He let out a throaty moan, all while snaking his hand between us and slipping a finger into my wet core. A moan escaped my lips, but he swallowed it up as our kiss deepened.

Billy broke our kiss, only to ask, "You ready?"

"Am I ready? Yes, my sexy jacked-boot, I'm ready for you to fuck me up." I told him as my body ached for more. This foreplay was a tease for what's to come and I was greedy, I wanted more and I wanted it now.

"It' not gonna be that long, babe. I've been in the desert for a while." He reminded me, removing his hand from my wet lady bits only to settle himself between my legs.

"I know, but we have all night after this quick round." I smiled as Billy lined up his large member up with my wetness.

"Oh, we're definitely going to be up all night, Darcy." Billy assured me, pushing himself into me.

We both let out a moan as he bottomed out in me. I'm sure my tightness fight him like a velvet glove, while his girth stretched me deliciously. Oh god, my senses were on overload as my body adjusted to him.

Without warning, he hitched my legs higher around his hips and began to set a steady, but kinda fast pace. Holy shitzu…the feel was so…so…intense. God, Billy might be a man (a sexy jacked-booted one at that) but he was divine in bed. His movements had me moaning, mewling, and scratching my nails down his back. He was grunting with every movement he made. Sweat dripped from his hair as he sped up his movements.

"Oh god…Billy…" I half-panted, half-moaned as I felt myself getting close.

"Fuck, Darcy. Fuck, we're both close." Billy stated as I clenched around him, all while his fast pace got sloppy and a bit more vigorous.

I hitched one of my legs up higher, only to feel Billy slip in another inch or so deeper. That extra something something send me into a tailspin of bliss. I came with Billy's name on my lips. A few seconds later, Billy jerked while grunting, "Darcy. Fuck.", as he came.

My chest heaved up and down heavily as Billy rolled off of me and flopped down on his back, laying right by my side. "I needed that." He said, causing me to turn onto my side and take in his disheveled sexiness.

"Yea, me too. Like, damn Billy, you're really good." I told him, earning me a tiny smirk from him. I noticed some scars on his torso and, without thinking, started tracing them with my finger. "Bullet holes?" I asked as his brow arched while watching me trace his battle scars.

"Yea." He nodded. "I'm a Marine, babe." He added in, reminding me that his job came with the risk of being shot.

"I've never been shot at, but I was in New Mexico when that Asgardian destroyer robot burnt down like half the town and I was in London during the Divergence where all the creepy doll-faced elves were trying to kill everyone with big ass swords and stuff."

"Seems like being an astrophysicist's assistant's just as dangerous as being a Marine." Billy stated, running a hand up my side.

"Yea, Science! stuff isn't very safe. It's cray-cray." I explained, only for Billy to tug me close to his body.

"Good thing you have your tazers then." Billy said in a light tone, one that sounded a bit relieved, before pressing a kiss to the top of my head and holding me close to his side.

Ah, cuddle time.

Gem POV:

A loud ear-piercing beeping mixed with thick smoke in the air startled both me and Brock awake. Quickly, we bolted up and looked around, trying to find our bearings. "Fuck, where's the fire?!" Brock exclaimed, while at the same time Darcy came running into the living room, wearing a henley I've never seen before, with her ears covered up while screaming, "Billy, are you burning down the house?" Billy? Billy was here?

"No, I just burnt the toast for your breakfast in bed, babe." A man's timbre loudly called out over the sound of the fire alarm.

Me and Brock looked over to the kitchen only to see a man in nothing, but black boxer briefs, waving a dish towel at the smoke alarm like an idiot instead of disarming it. "So, that's Billy." I told Brock, only for him to shake his head.

"He's definitely a Marine." Brock muttered as we sat back down on the couch. I let out a muted scoff, finding Brock's remark a bit funny. You can take the man out of the SEALS but not the SEALS ot of the man. Brock wold always be Navy, would always think that faction of the armed forces was superior too. At least Billy's a Marine and not former Army like Steve. Mhm…

"What in the name of Sir Isaac Newton is going on in here, Darcy?" Jane asked, emerging from the hall with Thor hot on her heels. They were both dressed in their pajamas and had a bad case of bedhead. It was clear that they'd just been startled awake too.

"Billy burnt toast and set the fire alarm off." Darcy explained, helping Billy fan fresh air towards the loud beeping alarm.

"Is there not a way to make the loud alarm of fire stop?" Thor asked, holding his ears to protect them from the loud noise.

"You have to disarm it, but the newly reunited couple won't do that." Brock dryly told Thor, cause the large blonde God to stretch out his arm and hold his hand out.

"Hey, I'm short and his muscles are sore from last night." Darcy announced as mew mew rose from her (Darcy called it a her so…) notch on the coat rack by the front door and flew thru the kitchen and right into Thor's hand.

"Darcy, nobody wants to hear about what you guys did last night." I told Darcy while Thor made his way into the kitchen.

Jane followed right behind Thor, all the while ordering, "Don't you dare do it, Thor. We're renting this place; you can't use the hammer."

"Hey, use the hammer. I wanna see Thor wielding the mighty Mjolnir." Billy told Thor, his voice full of mirth, as he watched Thor eye up the loud fire alarm.

"He's perfect for Darcy." Brock dryly chuckled, looking between Billy and Darcy, who made quite the pair. He looked like a prettiest man alive while she had that female fatale figure going on. Them standing side by side, him in his black boxer briefs and her in nothing but his henley and her panties, trying to fan smoke away from the smoke alarm made them look like an established couple out of a rom-com instead of people who just meet in person for the first-time last night.

"Yea, he isn't he?" I rhetorically asked my boyfriend right as Thor twirled the hammer into the air and smashed the fire alarm with it.

"Thor, I told you not to do that!" Jane screeched, narrowing her eyes at her godly boyfriend.

"But, my dearest Jane, it had to be done in order to disarm it." Thor countered his scientist girlfriend, giving her a big blue-eyed puppy-dog look as he pointed to the now shattered alarm with his free hand (the one that wasn't holding mew mew).

"Don't be too hard on him, Janey. He was just trying to help, plus my Sexy Jacked-Boot did want to see him wield Mew Mew." Darcy defended Billy while they tossed their dish towel off to the side and onto a nearby counter.

"So, when did Billy get here?" Jane asked, eying the underwear clad guy up and down before shuffling over to the table.

"Last night." Darcy said, dragging Billy over to the coffee machine so that they can get some mugs of freshly brewed coffee. Coffee that he must've brewed.

"Darcy picked up me from the airport." Billy added in, making my frows furrow since Darcy didn't have a car. Currently, the only one with a car was me. Which meant…

"Oh, my fucking god! Darcy, did you steal my car to pick up your Marine?!" I asked in a loud shriek while bolting up from the couch and running into the kitchen.

"I didn't steal your car, sister. I just borrowed it's all." Darcy replied, pouring coffee into some mugs for her and Billy.

"Yea, and knowing you, you guys banged in my backseat." I knowingly accused my best friend and ex-college roommate since, after all, she was the type to sneak into bar bathrooms with hot guys when we went out drinking with our friend Foggy.

"We didn't bang in the backseat, but I did, accidently my I make it perfectly clear, break the back taillight while trying to parallel park at the pickup/drop-off zone where Billy was at waiting for me by a pillar." Darcy said, dumping sugar into her coffee.

"Or did we? You see how irritably sexy she looks." Billy smirked, sipping on his coffee as he went over to the fridge and pulled the creamer out of it.

"You broke the taillight? Darcy, that was a customized taillight I had specially done by SHIELD. It can't be replaced by a part from AutoZone or O'Reilly's Auto-Parts." Brock lectured Darcy, sounding very upset, as he too made his way into the tiny apartment kitchen while Billy stopped at Darcy's side and poured some of the creamer into her cup before setting it onto the counter by the sugar container.

"Thank you, my sexy jacked-boot." Darcy kissed Billy before leading him over to the kitchen table, where Thor and Jane where sitting.

"No problem, babe." Billy replied, a small smile on his face, as Thor rose from the table and went over to the coffee maker in order to grab some mugs of caffeine goodness for him and Jane.

"Who cares about a taillight, they were screwing in my car." I snapped at Brock, narrowing my eyes at him as he came up to my side while I leaned against the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room.

"Baby, we fooled around in there so I don't see what the big deal is." Brock remarked, causing my cheeks to flush slightly. Really? He just had to say that out loud? My lord…

Tilting my head at him, I clapped back with, "That's different, Brock. It was your car at the time we fooled around and you're my boyfriend. You let me take over the lease, so now it's my car; anything we do in it's fine, but I don't want other people fucking around in it."

"And I think the broken tail light is worse cause it's specially customized by SHIELD. Hell, I got the entire Suburban customized by SHIELD less then a week after buying it, so a broken taillight cause your hyper friend can't park pisses me off. Especially since I never once put a single scratch on that SUV." Brock ranted as Thor returned to the table, handing Jane her mug before taking his seat next to her.

"Brock here's right, the head light's more important than what me and Darcy did or didn't do. Customized car parts can be very expensive." Billy piped up, siding with my man who he didn't know from Adam. Why the hell is Darcy's new Marine guy backing up my boyfriend for. Hmm… I gave Billy an inquiring look, only for him to smugly shrug and sip on his coffee.

Pretty boy asshole…

"Is a broken taillight bad?" Thor asked, a slightly confused look marring his features as he drank his coffee and looked at the toaster as if it'd come to life and load itself up with pops tarts a la The Brave Little Toaster style.

"Yea." Brock told Thor before going on to explain in depth, "One of the lights, which was special made, is broken and won't work in the back of the car unless it's replaced. When Gem stops the car or has to turn, nobody's gonna see the light on the side to warn them of what she's doing."

"Oh no, that's terrible." Thor gasped. Looking at Darcy, he asked, "Why did you hurt the vehicle? I truly like it, it's the only one large enough for me to sit comfortable in and you hurt it."

"I didn't do it on purpose, big guy." Darcy told Thor, only to rise from the table and go over to the fridge to grab the large box of pop tarts in order to make for everybody crowded in the small kitchen. No doub she'd give Thor his first as a peace offering.

"She would've run me over if I didn't jump out of the way, so it could've been both me and the car getting hurt." Billy chuckled as Darcy placed a couple of pop tarts into our old dented metal toaster.

Brock let out a chuckle while I just shook my head. Leave it to Darcy to nearly run over her boyfriend before they even officially meet.

"Aww, Thor, that's so sweet of you to be worried about the car." Jane cooed, finding it adorable that her golden-haired thunder god was concerned about the only car that he's ever been comfortable in. Turning to Brock, she changed the tone of her voice and said, "But I agree with Gem on this. Darcy and Billy banging in the back of the car's more dire than the taillight. It's gross and now she has to get the car detailed."

"But she doesn't have to get the car detailed cause nothing happened. Well, stuff did happen, but not until we got here and into my room. I mean it, my bed's a wreck and the sheets are off the bed somehow." Darcy rambled in a squeaky voice while bringing Thor and Jane over some plates of pop tarts.

"Darcy…" I sighed, not needing to hear the details of her messed up bed and sheets.

"And that's why we know you did something with him in the car, Darcy. Hell, you were all over Ian after he saved you in London during the Convergence." Jane said matter-of-factly, picking up her strawberry pop tart and biting into it, while Darcy went back over to the toaster to heat up more pop tarts.

"Who's Ian?" Billy asked, his face pursed in a cold sour look, as he looked at the white and yellow sun printed mug in his hand.

"Ex-boyfriend. He's a pasty British science intern in Norway." Was Darcy's answer as she loaded up the toaster.

"He works with our friend, Erik." Jane added in.

"I do not like Ian of the Boothbys." Thor announced, shocking me since he was friendly with everyone, and I mean everyone, he met. He must've noticed my confused look, since he expanded his answer with, "From the short time I've known him, he is not a worthy warrior, but a sniveling weasel of a man. I am also shocked that Dr. Erik Selvig would allow him to aid him in his scientific endeavors."

"Oh, so the pasty British ex is a dick. Good to know you upgraded, babe." Billy remarked in a smooth, but cocky tone.

"Oh, I totally ghosted him cause he was inattentive to me; didn't want to work on our long-distance relationship either." Darcy revealed right as the toaster made a loud popping sound; releasing the strawberry breakfast pastries. Taking the pop tarts out of the toaster and placing them on some plates, she told Billy, "You're such a better boyfriend then him; you know how to keep up a long-distance relationship and you're fun in bed too. Ian was so boring."

"Of course, I know how to keep up our long-distance relationship. I'm always deployed; I'd be an idiot if I didn't make an effort with you." Billy smugly remarked as Darcy made her way over to the table with the plates of pop tarts.

And with that, the conversation diverted from my car to Darcy and Billy's 'perfect' long distance relationship.

Billy POV:

"Don't work too hard scrubbing those dishes, you sexy jacked-boot you." Darcy winked, nudging me in the side with her elbow as I started doing the dishes. Everyone, except for Brock since he doesn't eat white sugar or processed foods, ate pop tarts and had coffee (Broke had that tho. The man's not a philistine.) for breakfast.

Breakfast was over and everyone was going their own ways. Thor and Jane had retreated to their room to input a bunch of data into her computer (Apparently, they were up all night crunching the numbers and shit) while Brock and Gem were getting ready to head on out to his place. He wanted her to bring over some stuff to keep their, so she was haphazardly packing a bag while he just sat at the table, watching her. And Darcy, my Darcy, she was just dropping her mug off with me at the sink before she took off to go shower.

"Go on and warm up the shower; I'll join you when I'm done."

"Hells to the yeah. Sexy shower times up ahead." Darcy pumped her fists in the air, a beaming smile on her face, before running off to go setup our morning shower for sex.

I just smirked, shaking my head, as I rinsed out a coffee cup. The running water drowned out the noise of footsteps, but I still heard them approaching. I've been in the Core so long that my senses were highly attuned to my surroundings. My ears were sharper than any predatory animals, that's how attuned I was to things. In my line of work, I had to be, unless I wanted to end up dead. I heard Gem and Brock come up behind me before she even placed a hand on my shoulder and said, "Billy Russo, I wanna have a little talk with you."

Oooo, the shovel talk. This should be interesting. Darcy told me that her and Gem were like sisters; got close after her drunk mom died taking a tumbling down her basement stairs, so I wasn't surprised that the girl from Brooklyn wanted to give me a shovel talk. Oh, I knew she was from Brooklyn just by her accent. New York accents are hard to get rid of.

Quickly, I turned the tap off before turning and leaning against the sink. Folding my arms against my chest, I simply said, "Go ahead, talk to me."

Gem's thin mocha brows furrowed deeply as she narrowed her chocolate eyes at me, which was an amusing sight she had to crane her neck to look up at me (she was petite like Darcy). Poking me hard in the chest with her manicured finger, she told me, "Darcy and me have been like sisters since we were roommates in freshman year of college and I'll be damned if I let you and your charm hurt her." Pointing her finger in my face, she threatened me with the promise of, "If you break her heart, I'll make you disappear. I promise you, treat her badly and your mama won't even find you."

"I haven't seen my crackhead mama since she dumped me off at a firehouse in Upstate New York when I was a newborn." I honestly, but coldly, retorted so that Gem would know that I didn't have anyone and that her threat wasn't much of one to me.

"Oh…" Gem trailed off, looking a bit startled by my admission. Brock just had this look of understanding in his hazel eyes. Hmm, his mom must've been a junkie too. Gem's startled state didn't last for long. In just a few seconds her face turned slightly hard and she gave me a quick reminder of, "Just remember if you break Darcy's heart, I'll make you disappear off the face of the earth."

"Sure thing, sweetheart." I told Gem as she pivoted on her heel and marched over to the door with a small gym bag slung over her shoulder.

"You know she's serious, Billy." Brock told me, stopping right in front of me. "Her uncle's Rocco Rizzo, the personal mechanic for Don Salieri back in Brooklyn. She has the means to make you disappear if you hurt her sister." The commander explained, as if he thought I was one of his stupid STRIKE lackies (Yea, Darcy told me all about him).

"I know that, Brock. Darcy told me." I simply responded.

"Just treat Darcy right. I don't want your family looking for you, cause my baby girl will carry out her threat. She's protective of her."

"I never had anyone, til now. Til Darcy." I honestly told Brock, causing the man to just nod at me.

"Brock, stop giving him the shovel talk! I'd like to get to your house and shower sometime this morning!" Gem called out from outside in the hallway.

"I'm coming, baby!" Brock called, rushing over to the door.

Damn, is that guy whipped.

"Billy, where are you?! I want my sexy shower time!" Darcy called out from the bathroom.

"I'll be right there!" I called back, abandoning the dishes and running out of the kitchen. Hell, guess Brock's not the only whipped soldier, huh?

Brock POV:

The ride to my house was quiet, except for the music playing on the radio and the occasional snort Gem would make while looking out the window. I don't know if she was mad about Darcy 'commandeering' her car or Billy being in town and Darcy being so hung up on him. Maybe it was both?

When we arrived at my place, that's when Gem finally spoke. "I can't believe he's really here." She said as I pulled into my garage once the door was open.

"Why not? Darcy did say he was trying to get his CO to approve his leave." I simply replied, hitting my garage remote; causing the door to close, after putting my Jeer in gear and cutting the engine.

"Don't you think he got his leave awfully fast?" Gem skeptically asked as we got out of the Jeep. She went over to the backseat and opened the door, only to grab her bag while adding in, "Plus, they barely even now each other, why would he come see her so soon for?"

"I dunno." I shrugged as she slammed the door shut. "Maybe he likes her." I suggested, leaning against my car and waiting for Gem to reach my side so that we could head over to the door together.

"Of course, he likes her. She has big boobs." Gem dryly scoffed, coming up to my side.

"You think he's going to hurt her." I stated, not asked, while leading Gem over to the door.

"After the bullshit Ian put her thru, I don't want to see her get hurt." Gem admitted as I opened the door and ushered her inside. "He's a soldier and has a cockiness to him; I just don't want Darcy to be more invested in them then he is." Gem explained, leading the way down the hallway to the stairs as I shut the door and followed right behind her.

"He made her breakfast. Men don't do that unless they want to impress the girl they just spent the night with." I explained, as a way to assure her that Billy must've felt something for Darcy, as we walked up the stairs to the kitchen.

"Oh, so that's why you made me breakfast after our first date?" Gem asked, looking at me from over her shoulder, as we entered my large kitchen.

"No, I made you breakfast cause I was trying to poison you." I sarcastically told her. "Yes, baby, I made you breakfast to impress you." I seriously admitted as she walked out of the kitchen and into my living room.

"Well, it worked."

"Did it? Cause if I remember correctly you- what did Darcy call it?- ghosted me until I shoved you into the supply closet and fucked you." I countered my girlfriend's simple 'It worked' remark as we headed upstairs.

"Yea, that too." Gem giggled as she walked down the hall towards my bedroom. "But I did that cause I didn't want to get hurt again. I did get cheated on by Blane a few weeks before we went out." She explained, walking into the bedroom and setting her bag down on the bed.

"And I'll kill him for it if I ever get the chance." I swore, coming up before my girl and wrapping my arms around her waist; pulling her close.

"Don't do that, honey. He's not worth it." Gem ordered in a firm sigh while leaning her back into is chest.

I kissed that sweet spot behind her ear only to rest my chin on her shoulder and smirk, "You're not the only one in this relationship that knows how to hide a body so it disappears forever."

Turning around in my arms and locking her arms around my neck, Gem looked up in my eyes and smiled. "And that remark right there is why you're a triple agent."

"Talk about being a triple agent, baby. We should probably take a shower, dress, and then make a solid escape plan."

"I thought we agreed to meet up and take my SUV if something ever happens?"

"We did, but we need to work out the details. We can't have a vague plan, but an evacuation route map out if shit goes sideways."

"Okay, let go shower and then figure out plan details." Gem relented with a smile.

I just gave her a quick peck on the lips before unwrapping her arms from around my neck. Taking her hand, I led her over to the bathroom so that we could take a shower. A shower that we'd be getting a bit dirty in too.

Cap POV:

When I pulled my bike into the parking lot of Gem's building complex and saw Rumlow's Jeep I felt sick to my stomach. Did he really have to come to movie night, again? And why was he parked in a spot that was usually reserved for residents? He shouldn't be parking by Gem's car, even if he did sell it to her. That spot should be used for somebody that actually lives in the building.

After parking my Harley, I stared a hole into Rumlow's Jeep and made my way over to the front door of the building. I also noticed that Cameron and Tina's cars were parked in the lot too. Ah, so it seems I'm the last one to arrive.

After entering the building, I ascended the stairs until I arrived at the third floor. I walked down the hall, only to pass by that nice neighbor, Mrs. Simms. I tilted my head at her and smiled. "Good evening, Ma'am."

"Oh, Captain America, it's good to see you again." The woman smiled back, stopping with her dog to exchange a few words with me. "You're such a lovely gentleman; it's such a shame that Miss Gem's seeing that rude thug."

"Thank you, Ma'am, and I agree, it's a shame that Gem's with him."

"I told her when he brought her home, after having her out all night the very first time- weeks back, that she should be ashamed of herself for running around with him when she'd just seen you a Friday before." The elderly woman, who I feel must've been the 'grandma' of the floor, told me with such conviction in her sweet tone. Giving me a half-smile, she patted my shoulder and sighed, "I truly hope you can make her see the light because I'm quite tired of that rude thug spending half the week here. It's not appropriate; it also breaks leasing codes to have him living here half the week too."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Simms, I'm taking Gem to the Smithsonian tomorrow; I'll show her a good time and she'll rethink her choices about the casual boyfriend."

"Oh, you're truly America's sweetheart." She smiled at me before walking off down the hall with her tiny dog.

That conversation with the neighbor just cemented what I thought, that Gem's casual man was no good and that she needed a true gentleman to show her a good time. At least the neighbor saw the error in Gem's ways, even if she and our friends couldn't exactly see it. Oh, and learning that the boyfriend had practically invited himself to live in Gem's apartment half of the week isn't helping my low opinion of him either.

All I could do was show Gem a good time tomorrow; be a gentleman so she'd see what she was missing.

Once I arrived at the door, I knocked and waited for somebody to answer it. I was hoping the Gem would be the one to answer, since I wanted to flash her a smile and remind her about our date tomorrow. Unfortunately, it wasn't Gem that answered the door. No, instead the door opened and revealed a tall man with hard brown eyes, dark sleeked back hair, and a bearded jaw. "So, you're Captain America." He stated, moving aside to let me into the house.

"Yes, I'm Steve. So, who're you?" I asked as I crossed the threshold into the kitchen.

I assumed that he'd tell me he was the one seeing Gem, but he didn't. "I'm Darcy's boyfriend and you're fucking late." He spat out at me, slamming the door shut hard.

"Language." I berated him. "No need to use fowl language to explain that you're with Darcy, Mister…" I said, trailing off since I didn't know his name.

"Billy Russo and I'll use any kind of language I want, Schmexy Old Glory." Billy Russo, the man that Darcy was looking at photos of on her phone's dating app once, smirked cockily before walking by me and into the living room. "Captain America's here, so we can order the pizza and start the movie." He announced, causing everyone to stop talking and look into my direction.

"Schmexy Old Glory, I see that you met my Sexy Jacked-Boot." Darcy beamed as Billy took a seat next to her on the floor. Actually, he took it right behind her; making her sit a bit suggestively between his legs (which was very unladylike).

"Yes, we met." I confirmed while making my way into the living room. "So, he's the one you met on your phone?"

"Yepper-doodle-do." Darcy crowed happily, a face splitting smile on her face.

"Darcy…" I sighed. Giving her a disappointed look, I went on to say, "You shouldn't be having somebody you barely know in your house."

"Psh, I do know him." Darcy waved me off. Turning around slightly and patting Billy's cheek playfully, Darcy announced, "We've been dating via skype and texts for a while now."

Billy smiled at Darcy and turning her back around; making her lean against his chest once against, before looking over his shoulder at me and snottily telling me, "Captain America, don't poke your nose in my relationship. Maybe if you go on Tinder, you could meet somebody too."

"Tinder works wonders. Last guy I met on Tinder was a roadie and for our date he took me to hang out with the band on the tour bus." Tina said casually, as if she was talking about a good book she read, and taking me aback since I never thought she'd be the type to pull a Darcy and go out with somebody she met on a dating app.

"What band?" Darcy asked, seeming to forget that I'd just warned her against dating somebody she didn't know.

"Foreigner." Tina answered.

"Foreigner still tours?" Brock asked, his brows raised up in shock.

"Who's Foreigner?" I asked, confused since I never heard of this band before.

"They're musical geniuses from the 70's. They do rock. They're from the same timeframe as Chicago, Cheap Trick, Jefferson Starship, Fleetwood Mac, CCR, The Band-" Darcy rattled on, only for me to politely cut her off with an honest, "Uh, I have no idea what you're talking about, Darcy. The last era of music I remember was the big band era."

"Its all 70's rock and soft rock music." Gem explained while at the same time Billy and Brock both piped up with the three words of, "Classic stoner music."

"Man, Chicago rocks and you know why? Cause of the trumpets and sax." Cameron remarked while Darcy grabbed the remote from the coffee table.

"Dude, we need to get you cultured in tunes, not just movies." Darcy said while pulling up a movie on the tv. Pointing to the tv with the remote, she announced to everyone, "We're watching Top Gun tonight."

"I love Top Gun." Gem announced with a large smile taking over her features.

"Of course, you do, baby." Brock waggled his brows at Gem. Ugh, does he have to do that in a crowded room during movie night? Can't he just go to Sheila's house; bother her with his suggestive brow waggle?

"You're putting it on for Tom Cruise and Val Kilmer, but I'm not judging. This movie's awesome." Cameron piped up from his spot by the coffee table while grabbing a pizza of pepperoni pizza from the stack of boxes on the coffee table.

"Hit it, girl. I wanna see some fine Navy fighter pilots before I have to go home and relieve the babysitter from toddler duty." Tina told Darcy, looking at the cover of the movie (which had a dark-haired man in a leather flyboy jacket with a wavy-haired blonde in a leather jacket leaning her hand on his shoulder as she stood behind him while the title of the movie hung above their heads with wings framing it) with excitement and glee in her eyes.

Darcy nodded her head and hit the play button, causing opening credits to appear. A fact appeared. Everyone in the room, expect for me, read it aloud.

The fact, which was white bold letters against a black scene said:

On March13, 1969 the United States Navy established an elite school for the top one percent of its pilots. Its purpose was to teach the lost art of aerial combat and to insure that the handful of men who graduated were the best pilots in the world

They succeed.

Today, the Navy calls it Navy Fighter School. The flyers call it:

TOP GUN

Well, that's educational. Hmm, maybe I'll like this movie. I hope I like it since it's a military movie.

AN:

And that's the latest chapter folks. I know, it was pretty long, but I hope you guys liked. I just had to toss in some lemons for Billy/Darcy (I mean I couldn't snub the secondary couple of their lemons, now, could I?). Anyone shocked that Gem gave Billy a shovel talk? Don't worry, Gem and Brock'll warm up to Billy real fast. Of course, Cap's not fond of Darcy and Billy's relationship. Next up will be a little bit more of the movie night alone with Darcy taking Billy to work with her at SHIELD and some other stuff.