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*****
“So, welcome to Bloomingdale’s.” Darcy made a sweeping gesture with her arm as they entered through the main doors. “Did you ever come here before the war?”
Steph craned her neck up towards the ceiling, which was decorated with all sorts of goods. “Not really. Bucky and I would come by around Christmas time to look at the decorations and window displays, but we never went inside.” She shrugged. “It was too expensive and we didn’t want to get kicked out.”
“Well, I have here a SHIELD credit card with a seven hundred dollar limit. So we can’t dress you in Armani suits, but we can definitely get you a nice pair of jeans and anything else you might need. Also, this doesn’t have to be the only shop we visit. There are plenty of other stores in the city. I myself am partial to Columbus Circle’s selection of shops,” Darcy said, as she led Steph towards the escalators.
“I have a personal shopper at Barney’s. If the selection is not satisfactory here, we should go there. I find the quality at Barney’s much higher,” said Natasha, as she got onto the escalator, looking like she should be modeling on a runway, rather than going shopping with Darcy and Steph.
“I think Barney’s might be a little bit out of our budget for today’s trip, but perhaps once Steph starts getting a paycheck for the Avengers Initiative she might want to spend some of her money on that.” Darcy whirled around just as Steph was opening her mouth. “And don’t tell me you don’t need a paycheck because you’re doing it for the “good of humanity.” Everyone needs to eat and be able to enjoy their lives. Think of all the art supplies, or even the art, you could buy with your paycheck.” Steph got a wistful look on her face after Darcy said then, then shook her head. “If Natasha can have a personal shopper at Barney’s, though she has been with SHIELD for a long time and I’m sure she has money saved from other jobs,” Darcy looked askance at Natasha, “I’m sure your salary should be sufficient to even buy yourself a place, should you ever want to move out of your quarters at SHIELD.”
“But that is why I volunteered for the Super Soldier program. It’s why Doctor Erskine picked me in the first place.” Steph gestured earnestly at herself. “I do have some money saved from during the war though. After I was declared dead, the money went into founding SHIELD, and when I was discovered alive, SHIELD transferred the money, with interest, back to me. It’s kind of more than I know what to do with.” Steph ruffled the hair at the back of her head in a gesture Darcy had come to recognize as showing that she felt awkward. “But you’re right, there are certainly things that I could do with it. I’m sure with your help,” Steph gave Darcy a teasing look, “I could figure out something to do with it.”
Natasha just rolled her eyes at them as she flipped through a clothing rack. “I did not have much of a choice in my profession, but I once believed that I was a ballerina, and find that I still enjoy ballet, despite the lie. I attend dance performances in my spare time and have found a studio where I can practice.” She turned to Steph, “There is nothing wrong with doing the same for yourself, Ms. Rogers. Perhaps classes at the Art Student’s League would suit you. They even have figure drawing classes,” she said with a smirk.
Darcy cracked up. “Oh honey, she’s not that modern yet. Her forties sensibilities are still intact.”
Steph glared at Darcy. “Art is different from pornography, Darcy. And there is nothing feminist about pornography, no matter what you say.”
“But you haven’t even watched any of the ones I sent!” Darcy whined at her. “They’re totally tasteful, I swear. And there’s nothing wrong with enjoying sex. Especially given your abilities. Natasha can control a man with a quirk of her eyebrow! I’m sure she knows exactly what I’m talking about.” Darcy winked at her.
“I defected to the United States for the love of a man, but was welcomed because of my skills. They did not care why I did it, only that I could be of use. We have since parted ways, but I have not let it affect my work. Though sometimes I do find myself distracted by his uniform. It does cling in the most appealing way.” Natasha’s eyes glazed over, and Darcy assumed she was picturing the guy in question. And then she thought about what Natasha had said.
“Wait, he works at SHIELD? Who is it? Who is it?” Darcy jumped up and down like a teenage girl. Except that made her boobs move way too much, so she stopped before she accidentally flashed someone.
Natasha just looked shifty-eyed and moved on to the next rack, handing Steph clothes if she didn’t immediately recoil from them. “We are here for a reason. I believe we have a sufficient amount of clothing for Ms. Rogers to enter the dressing room.”
The first thing that Steph came out in, looking pained, was a deep purple dress. The next thing was a pair of jeans that fit her wonderfully and a purple shirt. After that was another purple shirt.
Darcy looked over at Natasha. “You seem to have picked out quite a lot of purple clothing, and Ms. Rogers looks best in blue. Anything, or anyone, on your mind while you were picking out clothes for her? A Mr. Barton, perhaps?” Natasha barely reacted, only arching her eyebrow at Darcy. “I knew it!” Darcy crowed.
“Knew what?” Steph asked as she stepped out of the dressing room again, in a deep blue v-neck t-shirt.
“Who Natasha had been ogling in their uniform. That looks great on you. Don’t try any more of the purple on, blue is your color. And those jeans look great.”
Steph blushed at Darcy’s comments. “Thanks. But it’s all so expensive. Are you sure we should be spending this much money?”
“Oh honey, unless you want total crap that feels horrible against your skin, this is the price range we’re shopping in. Now show me which items you liked best and we can go get some snacks. I want details from Natasha!”
After ringing up, with Steph cringing at the price of each item as it was rung up, they headed to a Starbucks for coffee and snacks, mostly for Steph since her fast metabolism required them, though Darcy could never say no to something sweet, and then headed for Central Park.
“Okay, spill,” Darcy said as she sat down on a bench and looked at Natasha expectantly. Natasha just looked impassively back at her.
“It is exactly as I said before. I defected to the US for him, but we are not currently together, even though we work together, as you surmised.”
“Yeah, but how did it happen? How did you meet? Is he good in bed? Is his butt as cute as him uniform makes it look?”
Steph cracked up, having gotten somewhat used to what Darcy was like. She did not envy Natasha the barrage of questions directed at her. Darcy gave her a look and then returned to trying to stare down Natasha. Steph wasn’t sure who would win. Darcy could be pretty persistent. But Natasha’s mouth was beginning to curve into a smirk as Darcy continued to ask more and more inappropriate questions.
“But seriously, I totally admire your self-control. I’d totally be all over him if I were actually into guys on a non-visual level.”
Steph choked on the sip of coffee she was taking.
“You okay there, Steph?”
“Yeah, yeah. Totally fine. Just, um, it was hotter than I thought.”
Darcy laughed. “That’s what she said!” Natasha and Steph just gave her weird looks as she cracked up. “Oh wait, I totally haven’t explained that joke to you! It’s where you make something into an innuendo by following it with “That’s what she said.” We should watch the Office tomorrow! Pop culture!” Darcy made a Home Alone face. “So many things from that show in the last few years. Well, pretty much everything on NBC on Thursdays. But anyways, back to you and Barton,” she said as she turned her gaze on Natasha. “Can I at least get some details? I’d like to know I know something he doesn’t know I know the next time he sneaks up on me and gives that smirk of his.” Darcy paused for a moment. “Oh my god, he totally got that from you!”
“We met during a mission where we were both assigned to do the same thing. For different sides, obviously. When it came time to finish the mission, I found that I did not want to part ways with him, and so defected to the US with the intel I had gained. They were happy for it, since it was much better than what he had gotten off our target. And yes, his butt is as cute as it looks.”
Darcy just smiled at Natasha. “Thank you!” she crooned at her. Darcy leaned over and put her head on Natasha’s shoulder as she smiled up at her. Natasha just arched her eyebrow, meaning she was amused. “Want to hit up Barney’s before we head back?” Natasha’s mouth curved up, and she nodded, taking the offer for the thank you it was.
****
After the shopping trip with Darcy and Natasha, Steph seemed to be more comfortable. Darcy even caught her arching her eyebrow at an agent whom she had caught staring at her ass. And then she gave him a lecture about respecting others, because you had to be able to trust your compatriots in battle. Natasha and the Captain had been spending quite a lot of time together. One time she even caught Natasha smiling a real smile while Steph laughed wholeheartedly. Darcy was glad the she was finally fitting in and making a place for herself. But that didn’t mean their lessons had stopped.
Darcy had moved on from general history to literature. She pushed into their room with a pile of books in her arms and plunked them down onto the table.
“Here are some books that have had an effect on American society in the last seventy years. Now, I brought this one,” Darcy held up Twilight, wrinkling her nose, “because it’s been kind of a media sensation for the last few years and the newest movie comes out soon, so you’ll probably be hearing a lot about it on tv. But don’t feel the need to read it unless you think you’ll enjoy laughing at it. The writing is cringe-worthy, but some of the ridiculousness of the books is lost in the movies. Also, while I love Twilight for a good laugh, some people are of the sad idea that it is a well-written love story.” Darcy shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Mostly it’s just stupid and funny and gives you an idea of it’s like to be a fifteen year old girl. If you can’t stomach the writing, we’ll just watch the movies. We’re going to watch them anyways for the bad acting.”
The next week found them at the apartment Darcy shared with Jane watching the movies in question. They had just finished watching the first Twilight movie, which Steph had agreed was indeed hilarious. They had switched to eighties movies, because at least those were supposed to be funny. And they were classics, of course. Which put them here, on the couch, with Darcy feeling awkward.
She wasn’t sure if Steph was just being her normally friendly, and now twenty-first century self, or if she was cuddled up to Darcy because she was into her. There had been Peggy Carter, after all, and Steph knew about Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell being repealed.
Darcy’s lesson about the sixties had made Steph blush, but she had seemed a lot more comfortable around Darcy and Natasha afterwards. Darcy had also seen that she’d signed her name to the petition for passing gay marriage in New York, and saw her grinning at the picture on the front page of the New York Times the day it was passed. It had meant a lot to Darcy as well, even though she didn’t really believe in marriage. However, whenever Darcy tried to bring the topic of Steph’s sexuality up, Steph blushed and changed the subject, saying it wasn’t relevant to her lessons and her work at SHIELD. When Steph had her reunion with her war buddies Darcy had joked that she could finally have her date. Steph had just smiled sadly and told her that her date wouldn’t be attending. Even so, there had been fewer destroyed punching bags than usual that weekend.
Darcy had been sending Steph lesbian porn as part of her lessons on modern feminism, but the Captain had refused to watch them, saying it was “an inappropriate use of SHIELD time.” Natasha thought it was all hilarious and kept sending Darcy and the Captain vintage porn, which “The Captain might be more comfortable with.” Except that what Natasha had sent was way more hardcore than what Darcy had been giving the Captain. But of course, Natasha’s point that the vintage porn was just as explicit as the modern was valid. She just didn’t think the Captain would appreciate 40s female dominatrix porn. She could see the appeal for Natasha though.
And now Darcy was sitting next to Steph and thinking about porn. Even more awkward! Darcy sighed and leaned back against the couch, only to find that Steph’s arm was there. And then Steph moved her arm so that it was around Darcy’s shoulders. And with that, Darcy relaxed and leaned against Steph.
“Hey,” she said as she looked up at Steph.
“Hey,” Steph said back, moving so that they were closer. And then she leaned down and kissed Darcy softly on the mouth.
“Oh,” Darcy exhaled. Steph smiled softly at her. Darcy smiled back, crooking her finger at Steph.
“Come closer.” Steph leaned down and Darcy buried her fingers in Steph’s short hair, pulling her down for a kiss. Darcy opened her mouth and Steph followed suit, allowing Darcy’s tongue into her mouth. Steph stiffened and then relaxed, moaning as Darcy nipped at her lips. Steph’s hands drifted down to Darcy’s hips, gripping them and lifting Darcy into Steph’s lap.
“Mmm,” Darcy sighed in contentment. She had been lusting after the Captain since they had first met. It was nice to know that she hadn’t been the only one.
The door opened and Jane walked through. “Darcy, I just made the most -,” she cut off with a squeak as she noticed Darcy and Steph on the couch. Darcy and Steph sprang apart, with Darcy half in her lap and half on the couch. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Jane apologized. “I’ll just go to my room. Uh, just continue with whatever you were doing. Pretend I’m not even here. In fact, maybe I’ll just go back to the lab. I can just spend the night there. It’s a really comfortable couch,” she babbled as she started walking back towards the door.
“Jane, I know exactly how comfortable that couch is compared to your bed. There is no way you are going back. I know the hours you’ve been keeping lately and you seriously need some sleep. Now go to bed,” Darcy commanded, removing her legs from Steph’s lap. Jane closed the door, turned around and retreated to her bedroom. That was why they had recruited her to SHIELD as Jane’s assistant. She might have been quiet to start with, but her sass was more than enough to make sure Jane did her work without killing herself. She really wanted Thor back and was working hard to try to make it happen. Even though she now spent most of her time with Steph, she still made sure she had time for Jane. The girl was starting to become kind of mopey.
Steph looked at her and blushed. “I think I’m just gonna go home. I uh, had a good time.” Steph stood up and moved towards the door to put her shoes on. Darcy just kind of sat on the couch in shock. Was Captain American really giving her the brush-off? Was Steph really giving her the brush-off? Just as she was about to leave Steph came back over to Darcy, leaned down, and kissed her softly on the mouth. “I had a really good time tonight,” she whispered into Darcy’s ear as she pulled away.
Darcy smiled up at her with her biggest grin. “I did too. See you tomorrow?”
“As long as you show up, I’ll be there.” Steph winked at Darcy as she closed the door behind her.
*******
When Darcy got to work the next morning Captain America wasn’t there. She waited for half an hour before deciding that it meant the Captain didn’t want to see her that morning, rather than that she was just running late. Ah well. Darcy wouldn’t have minded continuing her thing with Steph, but if she’d changed her mind Darcy wasn’t going to push. After all, how much could a make out session really mean? And so Darcy gathered her things up and headed down to her desk to get some work done for Coulson.
On her way down, she ran into Natasha. She was muttering angrily under her breath in Russian, but stopped when she saw Darcy heading her way.
Natasha smirked at her. “While the Captain is not one to kiss and tell, I do believe that congratulations are in order. The Captain came in this morning with the biggest smile I have seen in a long time and had the cutest smile on her face any time someone said your name.” Natasha let out a soft laugh, before her face hardened. “Perhaps you should speak with her. She’s quite upset at the moment. She met Tony Stark not some time ago.” Natasha gave Darcy a look that spoke volumes. Apparently Tony had been the asshole he was so good at being.
“I’ll see what I can do,” Darcy assured her. At least it cleared up why Steph hadn’t been there earlier. “Is it safe to assume she’s destroying the gym again?” she sighed, giving Natasha a look that said “tell me how bad it is so I know what I’m dealing with.” Every once in a while Steph would look really sad, and spend a day or two in the gym, destroying as many punching bags as Fury could supply. She’s pretty sure Fury’s just glad the Captain hasn’t started punching through walls like the Hulk can. Darcy’d read his file too and he left behind some pretty impressive debris.
“I think she might have gone to her quarters. I’ll take you down there.” Natasha motioned for Darcy to follow her.
Darcy had never been down to the living quarters. She didn’t live in headquarters and hadn’t wanted to intrude on the privacy on those who did. Especially before she got to know Natasha and Steph. Back before she knew Natasha she’d pretty much lived in fear of pissing her off. And while she now gets her sense of humor and they’ve bonded, she’d still been wary of intruding on her space. Especially since Agent Barton lived down there too.
When the elevator opened, Natasha just said, “Her’s is the door at the end of the hall to the right,” and didn’t follow Darcy out of the elevator.
“Aren’t you coming with me?” Darcy whirled around to look at her.
“I have things to do. And I don’t think she wants a lot of company right now.” She shrugged and lifted an eyebrow. “But I think you’ll be able to help her. You probably know her the best out of all of us.” And then she let the elevator doors close.
Darcy turned around and headed down the hall with a sense of apprehension. She really didn’t know what to expect. Steph was usually angry about things that happened during the war or human rights violations, things Darcy couldn’t really do anything about. Though she’d noticed that Steph had been browsing charity websites, some of which had recently gotten significant anonymous donations.
Darcy wasn’t really sure what Tony could have done that would have Steph brooding in her room. Yes, be an asshole, but Steph was pretty good at brushing off people being assholes. In fact, Natasha had been working with her on how to deal with them. Steph wasn’t that great with people whom she believed to be abusing power, though. Darcy worried her bottom lip between her teeth, took a deep breath and knocked on Steph’s door.
“Who is it?” Steph grumbled, a hostile tone in her voice.
“Um, it’s Darcy.” She wrung her hands, wondering if perhaps she shouldn’t be down there. “Natasha said -,” Darcy cut off as the door swung open to reveal a disgruntled Captain America. Steph was wearing her uniform, which Darcy had never seen her wear in person before. “Oh,” she gasped at the sight of Steph.
Steph pulled her inside and then gave her a rough kiss, pushing her up against the door she had closed behind Darcy. Her lips were soft against Darcy’s but her body was unyielding as she pushed Darcy into the door. Darcy melted against Steph, her body going boneless, propped up by Steph and the door. Darcy moaned, and Steph drew away.
“Tony - is - an -asshole,” she growled as she nipped at Darcy’s neck. Darcy just moaned in response. Steph’s hand came up to cup Darcy’s breast, her hand slipping underneath Darcy’s blouse, while her other hand cupped Darcy’s ass and ground their hips together.
“What did he do?” she gasped as she drew back from Steph, her head leaning against the door.
Steph growled and captured Darcy’s lips once again. She lifted Darcy up, and Darcy wrapped her legs around Steph’s waist out of instinct. Steph backed them up towards her bed. Apparently her quarters consisted of a bedroom and two or three other rooms. One of the doors Darcy saw as Steph deposited her on the bed might have been a closet, thankfully now filled with more than white button downs.
Steph peeled herself out of her uniform, leaving her in her underwear. She was breathing hard as she leaned down to kiss Darcy again. She had been wearing a sports bra underneath her uniform, but it was clear by her cleavage that Steph had ample breasts, much like Darcy herself. Darcy brought her hands up, running them through Steph’s hair while they kissed before moving them down to palm Steph’s breasts through her bra.
Steph’s hands were busy unbuttoning Darcy’s blouse, while Darcy’s were busy with Steph’s breasts. Darcy sighed as Steph unhooked her bra, and she released Steph’s breasts so that Steph could remove her shirt and bra. Once that was done, Steph’s hands moved down towards Darcy’s pants, while she took one of Darcy’s breasts into her mouth.
“You know, for a girl who claims to have never learned to “dance,” you certainly know what you’re doing,” Darcy gasped. Steph had opened Darcy’s pants and was kneading Darcy through her underwear.
Darcy’s phone beeped, startling them out of their haze of lust.
“Fuck,” Darcy panted. Her phone beeped again.
Steph drew back, embarrassed about attacking Darcy the way she had. “If I was too forward with you -,” Darcy cut her off with a kiss.
“It seems I have made you a modern girl after all,” she smirked at Steph. She grabbed her phone and groaned. “Coulson calls.” Darcy started gathering up her clothing and putting it back on. She kissed Steph, who was sitting on the bed, a little shell-shocked by what she had just done with Darcy, even though she was the aggressor. “See you later, okay? We still need to talk about what happened this morning. I’ll be at my desk if you need me.”
Steph just nodded, sitting there in her underwear as Darcy departed to get back to work.
*****
Darcy leaned back against the wall of the elevator and heaved a sigh. She had almost just had sex with Captain America and it wasn’t even lunchtime yet! She tucked her shirt back into her pants, checked her hair in the reflective walls of the elevator, and then emerged to see what it was that Coulson wanted from her.
The first person she saw when she emerged from the elevator was Natasha, who smirked at her and then leaned down to whisper in hear ear, “Your shirt’s buttoned wrong,” before walking away with a faint smile on her face.
Darcy felt her face grow warm and rushed to the nearest bathroom to fix her shirt. She splashed some water on her face and checked in the mirror to make sure Steph hadn’t given her any hickeys. A mis-buttoned shirt was one thing, but hickeys were quite another. Her neck was a little bit red, but nothing too noticeable. At least, not enough for anyone to comment on, even if they should notice. It could always be due to her bag. Darcy’s eyes widened and she smacked her hand against her face. She’d left her bag in Steph’s room. If she was lucky Steph would discreetly drop it off at her desk or she wouldn’t need it. Her phone beeped. It was text from Natasha this time.
“I guess you did a good job cheering her up,” it said. She could almost her the smug amusement that Natasha was probably radiating.
“She’s still pretty pissed,” Darcy replied, not looking up from her phone as she exited the bathroom. “She didn’t seem like she wanted to talk about it, if you catch my drift.” Darcy waggled her eyebrows at the phone in her hands. She knew that Natasha probably couldn’t see her - with SHIELD nothing like that was ever a certainty - but she was feeling a little mischievous now and in the mood to tease Natasha.
Darcy was staring at her phone waiting for Natasha’s reply as she walked towards Coulson’s office. Which was why she smacked right into him and Tony Stark.
“Omph,” Darcy grunted as she collided with what could only be a person. She looked up from her phone.
“Nice to see you’re attentive to your surroundings, Ms. Lewis,” Coulson smirked at her.
Tony looked her up and down, leering once he took stock of her figure. “Is she a new recruit? Most of your staff are at least a little more observant,” he smirked at her.
“Ms. Lewis was brought on as an assistant to one of our scientists. She is currently helping with some public relations issues.”
“Oh, is that what we’re going to be calling it? We had some public relations issues and guess what? We found Captain America!” Darcy laughed. Tony smiled at her. He had a good smile, she’d give him that. But it didn’t excuse him being an asshole to Steph.
Coulson gave Darcy a tight smile. “Perhaps you could show Mr. Stark around the facilities and then to his workshop. He’ll be working on some tech for us today.” He was foisting Tony Stark off on her. Apparently Coulson didn’t like him very much either. Coulson turned around and walked back to his office. Darcy started to make a face at him for leaving her with Stark, but then thought better of it. Sometimes it was like Coulson had eyes in the back of his head and if this is what Darcy got when he wasn’t pissed at her, she’d hate to see what he did if she did something to piss him off. Besides her usual sassiness, of course.
She heaved a sigh and glared at Stark, who was very obviously staring at her chest. “Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Darcy said with a tone of disdain, her hand on her hip. She rolled her eyes. “C’mon, let’s go.”
“We’re on a break,” he mumbled as he followed behind her. Darcy could feel his eyes on her ass as she walked. No wonder Steph had been so pissed off. Darcy could only imagine what he had said to her.
Darcy huffed a sigh and leaned back once they got to the elevator.
“You know, usually girls think I’m charming and handsome and are much nicer to me,” Tony gave her a sidelong glance, a hurt look in his eyes. He was probably faking it.
“All you’ve done is leer at me so far. Why would I find you charming?” Darcy sneered at him. “Coulson told me to show you around, he never said I had to be nice. Thor smashed coffee cups and he was better behaved than you.”
“I’m sorry, but what exactly did I do to you to make you this upset at me?” Tony cocked his head at Darcy, clearly waiting for an answer.
“It’s not so much what you did to me as what you did to Captain America.” The doors dinged open and Darcy exited the elevator quickly, causing Tony to have to rush after her.
Just at that moment, Steph emerged from one of the labs. She didn’t notice Tony and jogged over to Darcy.
“Hey, you forgot your bag. I went to find you at your desk, but Natasha told me you’d be here. Are we still on for tonight?” She had changed into one of the shirts that she had bought with Darcy and Natasha and it clung to her perfectly. Darcy’s bag was slung over one shoulder and her hair looked disheveled, like she’d been running her hands through it.
Darcy was momentarily stunned. Then she smiled at Steph, ignoring Tony completely. “Of course. I’ll swing by yours once I’m done for the day.” That didn’t sound too incriminating. Tony’d probably have a field day if he knew Captain America was a lesbian.
Steph was about to lean down to give Darcy a kiss, and then noticed Tony standing behind Darcy, frozen in place with a stunned look on his face. Steph straightened up and turned an icy gaze on Tony. “Mr. Stark,” she nodded at him.
Being addressed by the Captain startled Tony out of his daze, and he smirked back at the Captain. “Oh, I see how it is. Don’t worry, I won’t tell. Maybe.” He winked at them. “I do believe the lovely Ms. Lewis here was going to give me a tour of the facilities,” he gave the Captain a look through his eyelashes, managing to look both innocent and completely debauched at the same time.
Steph lunged forward, Darcy barely managing to get out of her way, and punched him.
****
They were all sitting in Coulson’s office. Tony had an ice pack over his eye, his face already turning purple underneath it. Steph was slouched with her arms crossed, a sullen look on her face. Darcy sat in the middle, rolling her eyes. Coulson just looked at them all and sighed.
“I guess I should just be glad you didn’t break his nose,” Coulson shook his head.
“He started it,” Steph muttered.
“I’m sorry, what?” Tony exclaimed, turning towards Steph. “I’m the one with a black eye here.”
“You should just be glad I didn’t knock you unconscious. Who knows where you might have woken up,” Steph deadpanned then glared at him.
“I was just joking around. I wouldn’t actually try to steal Captain America’s girl, no matter how cute she was.” Tony huffed and leaned back in his seat.
Darcy sat up straight in her chair and widened her eyes. “Not my fault,” she blurted out.
“I’d give you all a time out, but I think if I did that I would just find Mr. Stark’s mangled body when I came back.” Coulson played with the pen on his desk. “Just go. Leave each other alone. And Mr. Stark, please try to refrain from any impolite remarks. The Hulk is going to be joining our team. I’d hate to see what he’d do to you should you also offend him.” Coulson waved them out.
Darcy got out of her chair to follow Steph. “Ms. Lewis, a word,” Coulson called just as she was out the door. Darcy flinched. She turned around slowly and moved back towards where Coulson was splayed out on a chair behind his desk. “Am I to understand that you are currently engaging in a relationship with Captain Rogers?”
“Well, it’s not like I planned it. I mean, she kissed me first. We’ve only really just started - ” Darcy babbled.
Coulson made a motion with his hand, indicating for Darcy to stop talking. “Well, as long as you’re not corrupting a national hero. Be careful with her, okay?” Coulson’s face took on a soft look. “She’s only just made it back and she’s lost so much. Try not to break her heart too.”
“I’ll try, sir.” Darcy mock saluted him. “And if anyone’s corrupting her it’s Natasha,” Darcy smirked as Coulson waved her out of the room, heaving a sigh into his hands. She left with a bounce in her step.
****
Darcy walked quickly down the hall to where she saw Steph and Tony waiting for the elevator and glaring at each other. Steph’s expression lightened as she saw Darcy, but darkened again with a glance at Tony.
“C’mon,” Darcy murmured as she grabbed Steph’s arm. “We can just take the stairs, okay?”
Steph looked down at Darcy and nodded. She let Darcy lead her away, looking back to glare at Tony once more before they entered the stairwell.
“You really didn’t have to do that, you know,” Darcy said once they were alone. “I mean, it’s not that I don’t appreciate it.” She shrugged. “I’ve kind of always wanted someone to punch out someone for my honor. But you do know that you are going to eventually have to work with him, right? What did he do this morning that pissed you off so much?”
Steph sighed and ran her hand through her hair as they started walking down the stairs. “He just looks so much like Howard…” she trailed off and shook her head. “I went in expecting him to be Howard, and I guess I was just disappointed when he wasn’t. He was definitely rude and condescending, but I let it effect me too much. I shouldn’t have expected him to be Howard, no matter how alike they look.” Steph turned to Darcy and halted their descent, putting her hand on Darcy’s shoulder. “But he went too far with you. No one should ever treat you that way, and you shouldn’t let them.” Steph tucked a lock of hair behind Darcy’s ear. “I don’t care how much times have changed, there is no excuse for being rude to a lady.”
Darcy smiled and went up on her tippy-toes to drag Steph down for a kiss. They broke apart when they heard someone clearing their throat above them.
It was Coulson. “I know I gave my permission and everything, but please don’t make out in the stairwell.” He made a pained expression at them and then hurried past them, muttering under his breath about them being “as bad as Romanoff and Barton.”
Darcy laughed and leaned against Steph. “You know, if Stark had really gotten out of line I would have just tasered him, right? I mean, you had just given me my bag.” She patted the place in her bag where she kept her taser. Steph laughed. Then her stomach grumbled loudly, causing her to blush and Darcy to crack up.
“Want to grab some lunch? It’s almost two and I think we might have just gotten the rest of the day off. You can work out your aggression towards Tony on some punching bags afterwards and then we can go out for dinner, maybe catch a movie?” She poked Steph in the stomach.
“That sounds nice. Could we go to downtown? I really liked that diner you took me to the other week.”
“Absolutely. Got your metrocard this time?” she teased as she slipped her arm around Steph’s as they walked down the stairs.
*****
Darcy unlocked her door and swung it open, Steph urging her through with kisses along the back of her neck.
“Jane?” Darcy called out. There was no response. Darcy smiled and turned to Steph who was closing the door behind them. “It seems we don’t have to worry about being interrupted tonight.”
They had gone out to dinner, and ended up going dancing instead of to the movies. Steph actually wasn’t too bad, once Darcy showed her how to move. The music in the club had started off with classic dance music, but changed to club music as the night went on. And so Darcy had taught Steph how to grind. And the girl was ridiculously good at it. Darcy had moaned, Steph had kissed her and then murmured, “want to get out of here?” sending tingles down Darcy’s back. And so here they were, alone in Darcy’s apartment. Just like last time.
Steph smiled down at Darcy and closed the distance between them, her hands sliding down Darcy’s sides as she brought their mouths together.
Darcy smiled into their kiss, going up on her tippy-toes to wrap her arms around Steph’s neck. They kissed sweetly, going slow rather than rushing. As they kissed Darcy unwrapped her arms from around Steph’s neck and buried it in her hair, her thumbs stroking Steph’s jaw as she opened her mouth, slipping her tongue into Darcy’s mouth.
And then Steph broke off their kiss to lift Darcy up in her arms, carrying her towards her bedroom, bride-style.
“Oh my, carrying me into the bedroom. Shall I be the blushing bride, shy on my wedding night?” Darcy sank back against Steph’s chest, her hand across her forehead, as if she was about to faint. Steph laughed and kissed Darcy, Darcy’s arms going around her neck for a better grip.
“Hold on,” Steph said as she shifted to hold Darcy with one arm as she opened the door. As the door swung open, Steph shifted her back into the bridal carry and Darcy felt nervous all of a sudden. Coulson’s words from earlier came back to her. She turned to look at Steph’s face and she smiled at her, unwrapping her arms from around Steph’s neck and drawing her in for a soft kiss, her hands cupping Steph’s face.
Steph walked over the threshold and deposited Darcy on her bed. She leaned down over Darcy and kissed her hard, her large hand supporting Darcy’s head so she wouldn’t be knocked over. Steph’s other hand started creeping up Darcy’s thigh, going under the skirt of Darcy’s dress. Darcy gasped, breaking their kiss. She gave Steph a mischievous look before separating and drawing her dress up over her head. And though Steph had seen her nearly naked earlier that day, her eyes still widened in wonder, making Darcy blush. Darcy wasn’t usually one to be shy, but this, with Steph, it felt like it meant something.
Not that Darcy didn’t like Steph as a person. But this was starting to feel like a real thing, rather than her usual random hook-ups. She’d been expecting to keep things with Steph casual, introduce her to the whole concept of friends with benefits, kind of like what Natasha had with Clint. She denied it, but Darcy had noticed a hickey on Clint’s neck the other day and had had to run into the bathroom to crack up without seeming like a crazy person.
Steph stared at Darcy hungrily. “May I?” she asked softly as she moved to touch Darcy, who was now standing.
Darcy nodded, too overwhelmed with feelings to speak. Steph began kissing her neck, pushing Darcy’s bra strap down as her mouth reached Darcy’s shoulder. Darcy moaned. Steph’s arms embraced her. It was a good thing because Darcy’s legs turned to jelly as Steph’s mouth reached her breast, licking at Darcy’s nipple through the lace of her bra.
Steph unhooked Darcy’s bra, taking it off as she moved her attention to Darcy’s other breast. Darcy arched into Steph’s touch, her legs no longer holding her up. Steph laid her gently down on the bed, climbing on and covering Darcy with her body as she resumed her task. Steph’s shirt slid over the skin of Darcy’s stomach, making her shiver.
Darcy sat up, detaching Steph from her chest, drawing her up for a kiss. She pulled Steph’s shirt out of her skirt, unbuttoning it and taking it off, then unzipping her skirt. Steph shimmied out of her skirt, straddling Darcy’s hips.
Darcy brought her hands up to Steph’s shoulders and pushed her down, maneuvering her so that she was leaning back against the pillows on Darcy’s bed. Steph’s chest heaved as she looked up at Darcy. Darcy smiled her Cheshire Cat smile as she started mimicking what Steph had been doing to her.
However, once Darcy felt she had paid sufficient attention to Steph’s breasts, she started kissing her way down Steph’s body. Once she reached Steph’s waist, she sat up and tugged down Steph’s underwear, and then continued her kisses downward. Steph wriggled, and then her hips jerked as Darcy licked the hollow leading down to her crotch.
“What are you doing?” she gasped as Darcy paused above her dark blonde curls.
“Has no one ever done this for you before?” Darcy grinned. “I thought you knew what you were doing?”
“Peggy and I never really had much time alone. We had to be quick,” she smiled sadly. “We took what we could get, but we never got this far,” she gestured around the room.
“Well honey, take a deep breath because I am going to rock your world.” She paused, “I hope.”
Steph breathed in and then groaned as Darcy ducked her head down and licked, parting Steph’s folds in order to gain better access to her clit. Steph’s hips bucked. Darcy shifted in order to pin Steph’s hips down, but she was no match to Steph’s super strength. Steph’s hips bucked up again and Darcy huffed a sigh.
“You’re going to have to stay still, otherwise I’m in danger of you breaking my nose.”
Steph huffed a laugh. “I’ll try to stay still.” Darcy hummed into her curls, while she curled a finger into Steph. Steph stiffened, but her hips didn’t buck, so Darcy continued with her ministrations.
Steph moaned and writhed, her juices dripping down Darcy’s chin. Darcy pumped her fingers in and out of Steph and could feel Steph clenching around them. Steph shuddered, letting out a load moan. Darcy worked her through her orgasm, grinning and wiping her chin off as she sat up.
“Wow,” Steph gasped, throwing a hand over her forehead.
“Yeah,” Darcy smiled, leaning back, resting her weight on her hands.
Suddenly Steph sprang forward, pushing Darcy onto her back. “Your turn!”
Darcy laughed as Steph leaned over her. Steph kissed her, pushing her down into the bed.
“I’ve never done this before, so let me know if I’m doing it wrong,” Steph said shyly, ducking her head between Darcy’s legs.
*****
Darcy woke up the next morning to an arm around her waist. She turned her head to find Steph smiling at her.
“Morning,” Darcy said, nuzzling her face into Steph’s neck. Steph pulled Darcy to her so that they were spooning, her chin resting in the crook of her neck.
“Good morning!” Jane opened Darcy’s door. “I think I might have made a breakthrough last -,” she cut off as she saw Darcy and Steph in bed together.
Darcy sat up, detaching herself from Steph, and then pulled the sheet up as she realized she was flashing Jane, who was now covering her eyes with her hand.
“Sorry!” she screeched as she backed out of Darcy’s room.
Darcy looked over at Steph. “That has got to stop happening,” she laughed.
“Mmm,” Steph nuzzled Darcy’s neck and wrapped her arms around Darcy’s waist, one of her hands coming up to grope at Darcy’s chest. Darcy giggled. Then she glanced at the clock.
“Shit! It’s almost noon.” She jumped out of bed and grabbed for her phone.
“Darcy, it’s Saturday. You don’t have to go in to work. Why don’t we go and get some lunch?”
*****
Darcy and Steph spent the rest of the weekend together at SHIELD headquarters rather than at Darcy’s so that they wouldn’t have to tiptoe around Jane.
“You know, maybe you should get a place of your own,” Darcy suggested the next time they heard agents running down the hall. It was Monday, and she was getting dressed to go upstairs and go to work.
“Why don’t you make that my next lesson?” Steph came up behind Darcy and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. “Looking for an apartment in modern New York.”
“Sure,” Darcy turned around and kissed Steph. “Why don’t you talk to Coulson about it while I find out what work happened for me over the weekend.”
****
When Darcy got to her desk, she saw that there were flowers on it.
The note buried in the flowers simply said, “Sorry for the disrespect,” with no signature. But it was obvious who it was from. Darcy set the flowers aside, and got to work. She’d decide if she was going to accept the apology later. Depending on what he had done to make it up to Steph as well.
About an hour later Steph came by Darcy’s desk. “Looks like you and I are going apartment shopping as soon as you can arrange for it.” She noticed the flowers on Darcy’s desk. “Who are those from?”
“I think Mr. Stark might be trying to apologize. He’d better have left a nicer gift for you if he wants to get on my good side.”
“I haven’t noticed anything yet,” Steph shrugged. “But at least he’s admitting that he’s wrong.”
****
“I think that’s the last box,” Steph said as she put down a box marked “Books.”
“Oh good,” Darcy came in carrying grocery bags. “Now we get to unpack!”
“I can’t believe you were able to find your old apartment building!” Darcy unpacked the groceries into the fridge.
Steph surveyed the apartment that she had bought. She had bought the entire top floor, which had been converted into a penthouse. She liked being able to see all the way to Manhattan from the roof. She could even see Stark tower from her roof. Tony had created exercise equipment specifically made to stand up to Steph’s strength as his apology to her. She’d begrudgingly taken it, but eventually had forgiven him when he continued to give her and Darcy thoughtful gifts. It had been him who had found their apartment. It meant a lot to Steph to be able to connect with her past, even if so much had changed.
In the year since she had woken up, she had found many things different, but having Darcy gave her a sense of stability in a world where not much was. Darcy walked up to where Steph was gazing out the big picture window, looking over their neighborhood. She could see some kids playing in the street and a park with a community garden within just a few blocks of them. Darcy wrapped her hand around Steph’s arm, “It’s nice.”
Steph smiled. “I’m glad it still exists, even if it is different.” She turned back to the living room. “Are you gonna help me unpack or what?”
“Only until we find the pots and pans. It’s almost dinner time and I know what you’re like when you’re hungry.”
Steph just smiled as she started sorting boxes between rooms, looking forward to living with Darcy.
Thanks to everyone who helped me out on this, including diva0789 and multiclassgeek!