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“You gonna buck up and go talk to Steve or are you going sit there feeling sorry for yourself?”

“I’m sorry?” Darcy said, looking up from the file in her hands as she waited for the elevator to take her up down to R&D.

“You heard me, Lewis,” Bucky nodded and pressed the already lit call button.

Darcy pursed her lips, “I have nothing to say to Captain Rogers that hasn’t already been said. I disobeyed a direct order and I now I have to suffer desk duty and chasing after paperwork.” It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either.

The fingers of Bucky’s artificial hand tapped on the metal surface of the elevator doors. “Whatever you say, kid,” he said as the elevator pinged. The doors slid open, and two agents stepped out past Darcy, leaving Steve leaning along the back wall of the compartment. “Speak of the devil,” Bucky snorted.

Darcy froze mid step and Bucky put his hand on the small of her back and pushed her into the elevator. “Watch it, Barnes,” Darcy snarled.

“Good luck, punk,” Bucky called out cheerfully as the doors closed behind her. Steve straightened up, jaw rhythmically clenching and unclenching, eyes flicking over her. Darcy’s skin itched. She worried at her bottom lip and ran her fingers over the edge of the manila folder in her hands.

“I’m sorry,” Darcy said at the same time Steve said “Darcy.” She winced and failed to raise her eyes above Steve’s jaw line.

“You go first,” Steve said. He shifted to lean back against the wall, and Darcy fought the instinct to press the button for the next floor and escape.

“I’m sorry everything is,” Darcy said waving her hand about in a vague circle.

“Fucked up?”

“...between us,” Darcy nodded and barreled on. “I didn’t know what to do. You kissed me and I kissed you back and I wanted to but we shouldn’t have. You have a girlfriend,” Darcy said, eyes fixed on Steve’s chin. If she looked at his mouth she knew she’d lose it. What it is she would lose she didn’t know; probably the little bit of sanity she had left to her after joining S.H.I.E.L.D.


“I don’t want to be that girl that Captain America had an affair with.”

“M’not with anyone, Darcy. The shield is just the day job. It isn’t who I am and it doesn’t dictate what I want.”

“It was all adrenaline and anger....and...and...”

“And nothing. I kissed you and you kissed me back,” Steve said low. He brought his hand up curl under her jaw and lifted her chin up. “Look at me, Darcy. Whatever it is that you think is in the way, I promise it isn’t there. I want you. It’s as simple as that.”

“Nothing is ever as simple as that,” Darcy said, meeting his eyes.

"It is,” he said. “Have dinner with me tonight and we can talk.”


“Please,” Steve said, voice rough and achingly sincere as he searched her eyes. A shiver ran down Darcy’s spine and butterflies swirled in her belly.

“Dinner,” Darcy agreed.

Steve’s mouth turned up in a lopsided grin. He leaned into her and her breath caught. “And after dinner m'gonna kiss you again,” he rumbled quietly. The elevator pinged and Steve swiped his thumb over Darcy’s bottom lip. “Tonight.”