Not long after dawn Darcy stirred, slowly opening her eyes. She was home. On a Sunday morning. Well that's new. She was also ridiculously warm. She shifted, moving slowly. James was sprawled on his stomach next to her, his real arm draped across her. He looked about five years younger, smiling a little as if he was having the most amazing dream. She'd never seen him so relaxed before, even the rare occasions when he would doze off in front of the TV. He didn't look like an assassin or a soldier. He simply looked like a man. A young, handsome, carefree man without a care in the world.

Suddenly Darcy's phone went off, with its shrill and obnoxious pop ringtone. She dashed out to the living room, hoping to whatever god would listen that it wouldn't wake James. It was common knowledge that the Winter Soldier didn't sleep much. When he'd first come to live in the tower she could hear him screaming in his sleep from across the hall. She grabbed the phone and answered.

"Hello?"

"Darcy?" Oh thank God, it was Jane.

"Hey Jane," Darcy mumbled. "What's up?"

"Were you wearing your jacket when you went out last night?" Jane asked. Darcy looked around. The jacket did not appear to have made it home with her.

"Think so," she said. "Why?"

"Because Bruce found it in the common area this morning," Jane replied. Darcy laughed, remembering James helping her with her coat and chucking it at the nearest piece of furniture.

"Oh," she said. "Guess I dropped it there when I came in."

"You're home?" Jane sounded surprised.

"Yeah I'm home. I was sleeping."

"Sorry." Jane really didn't sound sorry. "Oh, you'll never guess what happened!"

"Stark and Bruce finally made sweet, sweet science bro man-love?" Darcy replied, completely deadpan.

"No!" Jane said. "Sergeant Barnes went out last night."

"You do know he has a first name, right?" Jane ignored her.

"Seriously," she said. "Bruce said he was all dressed up, like he was going on a date. The guys were taking bets on who he was seeing."

"Really?" Darcy asked.

"Yeah," Jane said. "Stark said it was probably a hooker. Barton thought it was a spy, but he wasn't sure who. Bruce thinks she's someone who works in the tower. Steve refused to bet."

"Did he now…" A sudden sound distracted Darcy from her call. She looked up to see James Barnes standing in her bedroom doorway, stark naked. She looked down at herself, realizing that she too was naked, and grabbed the nearest afghan from the sofa. James chuckled at her sudden modesty.

"Hey Jane?" Darcy said. "I gotta go."

"Everything okay?" Jane asked.

"Yeah," Darcy replied. "Talk soon! Ok. Bye!"

She hung up quickly and wrapped the afghan tighter around herself as James approached.

"What did Dr. Foster want?" he asked. Darcy slumped down on the couch, still wearing the afghan.

"To tell me that I left my jacket in the common area," she replied. "Oh, and apparently the Winter Soldier had a hot date last night."

"Really," James said, grinning. "With who?"

"Stark thinks you hired a hooker." James laughed at that.

"Really? Didn't think I was that far gone. What'd Captain Boy Scout say?" He sat down next to her, pulling her into his lap so they were both lying on the couch.

"Steve refused to bet." James smiled.

"Poor Steve," he said. "Kid's been taking care of me since I got back. Guess he didn't realize I don't need a nursemaid anymore." Darcy craned her head so that she was looking him in the eye.

"And what do you need?" she asked. He shrugged.

"Right now? Right now I've got everything I need right here," he said, pulling her into a kiss. She rolled over so she was straddling him, the afghan falling to her waist.

"So what is this?" she asked. "Is this a thing now?" James shrugged.

"I really hadn't thought that far ahead," he replied. "It's just…you make me feel things I haven't felt in a long time. Things I wasn't sure I could feel."

"Like what?"

"Joy? Humor? Hope? I'm really not sure." He pushed her hair behind her ear. "You're the only person in this tower that isn't surrounded by violence and death."

"Except for Jane," she interjected.

"Who isn't dating the god of thunder," he said. "Besides, she's really not my type." Darcy laughed.

"Do super soldiers have a type?" she asked, teasing.

"I don't know about super soldiers," he said, "but James Buchanan Barnes has a type. I wasn't always a soldier, you know."

"Steve said you were quite the playboy back in the day," Darcy said. James laughed.

"Steve exaggerates," he replied. "Sure, I dated. Who didn't? We were at the brink of war. I just got around more than he did."

"Probably not something you should say on a first date."

"Is that what this is? A date?" Darcy shrugged.

"Hell if I know," she said. "The real question is what happens next?" With that James stood up, taking her with him.

"What happens next, sweetheart, is that we are going back to bed."