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Day 11 Wearing kigurumis

"How did this happen?" Tony asked, his voice muffled through the suit.

Steve shrugged but realized too late that Tony had no way of seeing the movement through the costume he was wearing. He didn't even know who Pikachu and Charmander were. Steve turned to look at Tony and knocked a poor lady over with his tail.

"I am so sorry," he said, bending to help the lady up, his arms were too short and he couldn't reach. "This is so stupid!" Steve huffed, turning back to Tony.

"This is all your fault, you know that right?" Tony said, pointing a fuzzy yellow finger at Steve.

"MY FAULT!" Steve yelled and looked around as the room around him had grown silent at his outburst. "My fault?" He said quieter, inching closer to Tony. "You are the one that bet against Darcy. You're the one that gave her free reign to pick our punishments. You're the one that brought me into this." Steve growled as a little kid came up and kicked him.

"Well, you're the one that brought in the stray and let her stay!" Tony whispered back, dancing out of reach of a little boy.

"She is not a stray, do not call her that." Steve said angrily. Steve allowed Tony a lot of platitude but he wasn't about to let Darcy be part of that.

Tony raised his fur covered yellow hands in surrender. "I'm sorry, that was mean. You know I love Darcy. She's a great kid. I'm just mad I lost the bet."

Steve understood Tony's irritation at losing the bet. Tony never lost at anything. It had been a simple enough bet. All Tony had to do was read The Hunger Games and not require the second book right away. He had been giving Clint and Darcy crap about their excitement for the second movie. But he hadn't read the books.

Darcy had bet that he would be singing a different tune after reading just the first book. She bet him that if he weren't itching to read the second book just hours after finishing the first, that she would do whatever he wanted for one whole day. The bet went both ways though. She had handed over the book and he had gone off to read it. She had locked him out of Jarvis and told Pepper and Steve about the bet.

Steve had broken the bet, that was why he was there. Tony had finished the book and begged him to get the second book without telling Darcy. Steve was a sucker for Tony's pout, unluckily for him. Darcy had caught him with the book and busted Tony. They had both been forced into the Pokemon getups.

Darcy had been doing childrens birthday parties for money, something she had hide from everyone in the tower. Not something easy to do considering who she lived with.

Their time at the birthday had ended. Darcy had shown up half way through the party and mocked him and Tony. She had laughed at the pair of them. Perhaps the highlight had been Pikachu flipping Darcy off.

"Hey, I want to talk to you about something," Tony said sliding into bed next to Steve, who had his sketch book propped up on his knees.

Steve looked up from the drawing he had been working on, a picture of Tony forever immortalized in the Pikachu costume. He had actually had a lot of fun watching Tony interact with the kids at the birthday party. He had just hated being dressed up in those goofy costumes. He was never getting in the way of Darcy and Tony's bets again. Steve had learned his lesson.

"What about?" Steve asked, setting the pencil and book on the bedside table.

"I wanted to talk to you about permanently moving into my- our level of the tower. You've already mostly moved in, but I was thinking, maybe Darcy would like her own actual level. She's clearly not going anywhere, and I don't want her to. But I think she should have a real bed to sleep in. I don't think its right that she's still sleeping on the couch."

"Sleeping on the couch?" Steve asked, his eyebrows knit in confusion. Darcy had been living in his apartment for a month, he had never heard that she was sleeping on a couch. She had a perfectly unoccupied king size bed at her disposal. Steve had made it perfectly clear that he had no problems with her sleeping there. He hadn't set foot in what used to be his bedroom in over two weeks.

"Did I say she was sleeping on the couch? No, you must have misheard me."

"Why is she sleeping on the couch?"

Tony huffed. "She thinks we are going to kick her out. I tried to tell her it would never happen." Tony called as Steve jumped off the bed and left the room.

The trip down to his... Darcy's level was slow in Steve's mind. He didn't understand why she felt they would get rid of her. He didn't think he had ever given her a reason to believe that she was disposable. He loved her, she was a little sister he had always wanted and the rest of The Avengers felt the same way.

The room was low lit when he entered, Tony hot on his heels, trying to stop him. Darcy lay on the couch, pillows and blankets he kept in the linen closet for extra warmth spread out around her. The T.V was on and low. She looked up when Steve cleared his throat.

"Holy shit!" She shouted as she sat up, clutching the blanket to her chest. "You scared the living crap out of me. For a big dude, you make very little nose."

"Why are you on the couch?" Steve asked stepping closer to her.

Tony stayed in the background, Steve knew he was there but he didn't say anything.

"Ummm..."

Steve knelt down in front of Darcy, "Tomorrow, I will come down here and get everything that's mine. I'm going to be living with Tony, on his level. This is your floor now." Steve wasn't going to make a big deal about her feelings. He just wanted her to know that she was not going anywhere.

Darcy didn't say anything, her eyes were bright with shock.

"I think you are stuck with us." Tony said from the shadows and Steve smiled brighter.

"I'm still going to kick your ass, you overgrown nightlight. I told you not to tell him." Darcy threw a pillow at Tony and Steve laughed.

"I'll have Pepper get a new bed, if you want. But this is your place now, Darcy. No more sleeping on the couch. I'll even make sure you get a different bedspread."

"No! I like the stars and stripes. I think everything is fine the way it is. You don't need to redecorate a floor for me."

"The stars and stripes comforter was a joke. Steve and I were..."

"Not friends when I moved in and you were being an ass. After I moved out, the first time, I had expected you to redo everything in here." Steve said looking at Tony. It was all true.

When The Avengers had moved into the tower and made it theirs, Tony had designed each of their rooms. Bruce's was re-enforced as was Thors, for various reasons. Clint had the level with the highest ceilings for obvious reasons. Natasha's and Steve's were the most normal, though Tony had had a lot of fun with the color scheme for Steve's level. Though mostly blue, there were a lot of patriotic undertones. His bedroom had started out as a giant American flag. The only thing Steve had kept from the first redo was the comforter because it was actually very pretty in the vintage flag design. The rest of the room had been repainted by Steve.

"Well, when you moved out, I'd already figured out my feelings for you and I had wanted to preserve something. I had never in a million years expected us to be possible."

Steve couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips at hearing Tony's confession.

"God! You two are so fucking sappy. If I didn't love you both so much, it would make me wretch all over. I'm fine with leaving everything the way it is. As long as you've never had sex in that bed." Darcy leveled a look at Steve and he could feel his face heat slightly. "With anyone." Darcy said.

"I promise." Steve said, thankful he had replaced the mattress when he had left Julie... Morrigan... His ex wife.

"Awesome! I don't have to burn it then. I like that bedspread. It reminds me of this guy, he's kind of my big brother."

Steve couldn't help the smile that was already on his lips grow even more. It had been so long since he'd had a family. A real family. He had found it with The Avengers and had thought he had found it with his ex. But with Tony and Darcy, he was sure.

"I'm going to bed," she said standing. "I'm sure you both know the way out. Next time you come see me, you should probably put pants on. While you in nothing but you skivvies is hot, you're kind of like my brother and that's just wrong."

Steve looked down, he hadn't realized he was only in his boxer briefs. He had been so distracted by what Tony had told him, he had ignored the fact that he was in a lady's presence in his underwear. Tony laughed and Darcy waved them both goodnight and walked down the hall to what was now her room.

"So, you're moving in?" Tony asked walking back to the elevator with Steve.

"Yes."

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