One thing was certain. Darcy had never in her life been ousted via elevator and the chances of this being a silly accident was zero to none. This was most likely some sick horrible (if it had happened to anyone else it'd be funny) joke. She heard the muffled "Tony!" and the "Is that Cap face smashing the intern?"
Maybe if she closed her eyes and disappeared into Steve's chest, everyone would get the point and just go away. Stark would fly off in a shiny red suit with Sam Wilson on his tail, Thor and Jane would shoot up a rainbow bridge, Coulson can march his happy jack-booted ass back down to the office supply store with his B.F.F. Hawkeye, and the Black Widow would just vanish. At least that's what Darcy assumed she'd do since the woman was always here and then not.
But alas, twas not to be. She'd have to face this awkward firing squad. And it's not like her to hide or run. That's simply not her style. Whenever she was uncomfortable or upset, the best thing Darcy Lewis can do is laugh it off. Use any means necessary. Snark, sass, and wit.
Turning quickly to Steve, gaining his full attention, she smiled bashfully and pulled his jacket closed; smoothing out the wrinkles she had caused. This would, of course, be easier if her lady parts weren't thoroughly pissed off at not having the fun that had been so freaking close.
"Well hun, looks like we've been caught." She mumbled for his ears only, aware that the gathering was still staring at the open elevator. She could feel their eyes burning her with crazy curiosity. Come on Darcy, you can do this!
He could see her struggle and by the grace of Odin she could see him forming a game plan in those stunning blue eyes of his. See, this is why her heart danced when she hears him talk or why her knees go a little weak when he's in the room. This man, for all of his own feelings and hardships, never stops putting others before him. Darcy wanted nothing more than to save him from the humiliation of being caught with an intern but he held her tighter, keeping eye contact with her. He was letting her know he wasn't ashamed and damn it, her heart was doing all kinds of weird flippy things. It was a little crush, right? They had just skipped a step or two. But she already knew…
Steve bent down and kissed her shaking hand then held out his arm like a gentleman taking his woman out to dance. She laughed deeply and looped her arm through. She'll worry about her heart later as she patted her hair down with her free hand and nodded up to the man beside her. Might as well face the jury in style, right?
First up was Pepper Potts, who for all of her long thin form radiating with energy, still managed to look composed and elegant. She moved quickly to the couple, an apology clear in her eyes.
"Tony told Jarvis to bring you up. I didn't even think-." She tried to apologize but Darcy hushed her, placing a calming hand on the other woman's arm.
"Seriously, it's ok." She smiled, braving through the "hand-in-the-cookie-jar" jitters.
The strawberry blond smiled softly and turned a fierce eye on the snickering man behind her. Tony Stark couldn't hide his grin of you'd paid him in science toys and sexy models.
"Sorry." He grinned, that jackass had the nerve to wink at her, earning a punch in the arm from his less then amused fiancé. Steve's hand tightened on her arm and she looked up to him. His eyes were pinned to the redhead moving like shadows towards them.
Darcy tensed, hoping this wasn't a "this is my ex" situation because really, she just couldn't compete with all of that.
Instead, the scariest woman on earth stood before them and smiled the smallest, sneakiest grin Darcy had ever seen. Her red hair didn't even move with the wind that had begun to stir high atop the Stark landing pad. Seriously, if Darcy hadn't known the deets on this KGB assassin turned U.S. hero, she'd think she was from Asgaurd.
"Good evening, Cap." Her eyes flashed with pride… That's straight weird… "Miss Lewis, I have to thank you. It's nice to see the fossil out and about in the real world." Natasha freaking Romanoff said, holding a thin yet powerful hand out in a welcoming handshake.
Darcy nervously took it, feeling her face warm to the idea that she was being praised. "Yea, well, I didn't give him much of a choice." She chuckled, relieved to see the other woman smile widen.
"And smart too. Lucky Old Man indeed." She mumbled, a hint of appreciation gleaming in her eyes. Well, Jesus take the wheel, Darcy was about to faint when Jane came running up after Natasha melted back into the shadows where Hawkeye and Falcon aka Clint and Sam were talking undoubtedly about bird metaphors.
"First off, you go girl." Jane whispered as she embraced Darcy in one of her rare and yet still warm hugs. "Secondly, I think Thor is about to have a godly temper tantrum so we should go."
"Yea yea. I'm sure wanting to see that cool ass world again has nothing to do with it." Darcy bemoaned, playing it up. This had to look like she wouldn't be seeing Jane for a few weeks after all.
"One day you will see it. I swear. Thor says we just have to warm his dad up to the idea." Jane explained for the hundredth time but Darcy could see her friends eyes begin to wander. The woman was already thinking about that other place, all of the wonders and fantastic things to be discovered, so Darcy did what any bestie would do.
"Okie dokie folks, my little scientist wants to go have an adventure so let's get this show on the road!" Darcy called to the group, gaining a few grins but the only on that mattered had never left her side.
His eyes, those crazy clear blues, still burned with heat and she felt the flames begin to lick her lower belly as they had earlier. She bit her lip to keep from licking them, but that didn't seem to help as she watched his freaking pupils dilate.
Heimdall better hurry the hell up or- ah… There he is.
Thor's booming farewells and well wishes were barely heard over the roar of light. Still, Darcy couldn't take her eyes off of him. One night of passion, one great date, and here she was wanting nothing more than to high-tail it out of there with him in hand.
After the ringing in her ears began to fade, Darcy had planned on talking a bit to make their retreat seem less desperate, but her Stevey-boy was not having that.
He leaned in close, his mouth brushing her ear as he whispered, "I'm not too keen on the lack of privacy this place offers." The husky timbre sent shivers racing through her already pent up frame.
"Agreed." She croaked back, barley keeping her hands from roaming his body.
"There's a safe house, a cottage really, not far from-," He began but she was two steps ahead of him.
"Abso-freaking-lutly." She growled, pulling his face down for a searing kiss, not caring if the others were still standing around. Let them watch her claim him. She'd never been a possessive type of girl, but she'd make an exception for him.
Her hand in his, she practically pulled the shocked super-soldier to the elevator, smiling her one-sided grin, letting the others know that her man was going to be off duty for the next few day.
He grabbed his bag as she ran to her rooms. It wasn't hard to decide what to bring. Sweater, tee, jeans, and a little lacy number she had been saving for someone special. And oh boy, was he special. Darcy couldn't remember the last time she threw all caution to the wind and leapt.
Well, actually yea.
It was when she decided to take the internship with Jane all the way in New Mexico. And as fate would have it, the very decision that led to this very moment.
A knock on her door, the little tap tap that she now knew was his, made her knees feel just a tinsy bit more like jello.
This time, she didn't even hesitate to open the door. And what was on the other side was more than she could have ever hoped for.
Her very own naughty looking Steve Rogers, complete with 5 o'clock shadow, brown leather jacket, and two motorcycle helmets.
"My, my, Mr. Apple Pie. Looks like you've got a bad boy hidden under that star-spangled veneer." She repeated the words she had said that very first day.
This time, along with the blush, he grinned and shrugged. Even the eye roll was getting her hot and bothered, but she wasn't going to take any chances of getting interrupted by staying. No way! Within minutes, Darcy was gripping tightly to the object of her bothered state as they sped blindly through the illuminated streets of Manhattan and further until the lights became dulled and far off. The roar of the bike, the bite of the air, and the smell of leather and oil all combined began to carve their own little spots inside Darcy's already full heart.
Tonight was theirs. No more damned interruptions. She will get to know him slowly and intimately in every way she could think of. The very idea made her laugh, and as the wind snatched the sound from the air, whipping her long dark locks back with, Darcy began to realize her crush was something a little more than small. In fact, this was as serious as she'd even been about someone and if they were going to be a serious thing, then she was going to do it her way. Chaotically and passionately.
She grinned into his back, shifting slightly to press herself further into his heat. His groan vibrated his chest and made her giggle. Darcy was going to get drunk on Steve tonight.