I came to your house party but it was lame and you were super rude to
little drunk me so I stole your dog, COME GET IT NOW PLS au
Darcy woke up at exactly 8:34 am with a splitting headache
and a heavy chest and immediately knew something is wrong.
first she wasn’t sure what it was. The
world was a blur without her contacts, and she groped at the bedside table, where
she always kept her glasses. But that
required moving, and moving suddenly lightened her chest, as something slid off
with a yelp.
gave a yelp of her own, grabbing her glasses with one hand and putting them on
and staring down at the fluffy white form that was looking up at her with the
biggest, saddest brown eyes she’d ever seen, and she suddenly felt about an
inch tall and horrible.
little guy,” she reached out with a hand and let the dog sniff her fingers,
trying desperately to figure out what the hell was going on. Because Darcy doesn’t own a dog. She wished she owned a dog, but her apartment
complex didn’t allow them, and even if it did, she worked with Erik on the
daily, and he wass ridiculously allergic to dogs.
eventually licked her fingers, and then wiggled his butt before hopping back onto
the bed and burrowing into her side. It’s
just about the cutest thing ever, and Darcy let out an aww and cuddled the little thing closer, still wondering where it
had she done last night?
remembered going to a party and drinking a bit too much rye before the whole
thing began to seem lame and then…
yeah. Douchebag home owner had totally gone off on her, because she knocked
some drunk girl’s screwdriver over and it landed on the carpet. And who had carpet in the den anymore? Didn’t he know it wasn’t the 80s?
back, she might have actually asked him that.
had set him off, and it had been kind of hot – he had been all brooding good
looks, sort of like a poet, and maybe Darcy had been a little snarkier than usual (a rather impressive feat, really) when
she had told him to get over himself, because she wanted to see his eyes spark
again and woo, but it had been hot.
she now remembered giggling as she had made nice with the dog cuddled into her
side, all for the purpose of stealing it, and now she felt really bad. Because Jesus, she had taken some guy’s dog, and that was pretty low.
need to get you home, little guy,” she told the puppy, scratching his ear and
earning a lick on the nose that made her giggle. God, but he was precious, and how could he
possibly belong to the asshole of the previous night?
a phone call to Jane, who then had to call Thor so that he could ask Steve for
asshole’s number. In the end, she looked
at a text with a number and a name.
that was a nickname, or he had some sick parents.
I suppose we had better get this over with,” Darcy said to the dog, scratching
his ear. He just looked up at her with
heart melting brown eyes and cuddled closer.
ringing of the phone came to a halt when a gravelly voice answered.
glad to see that you’re as pleasant in the morning as you are at night, Princess.”
not the most polite way to start a conversation. But he just sounded so grumpy, and Darcy couldn’t help herself. She just had to be snarky when people were
the hell is this?” She could imagine him, sitting up in bed, eyes clearing as
he realized some stranger had his phone number.
you don’t know me. Not really. But I’m pretty sure I have your dog.”
dog?” Bucky repeated blankly, before letting out a derisive snort. “You have the wrong number, lady.”
you should check on that.”
was silence on the other end, and then a loud whistle that made Darcy wince and
hold the phone away from her ear.
c’mere,” Bucky called, and Darcy bit back a snort as the dog, Peaches, let out
a happy bark and began to wiggle on the bed, clearly having heard its master’s
voice. She can imagine Bucky’s
expression, when he realized that he heard his dog, but not on the right side
of the phone.
“You stole my dog?” he demanded, and Darcy winced,
because it all seemed rather ridiculous now, but at the time it was totally a
“Hardly. I borrowed it. And now I want to return it. So if you could come get it?”
“Her, and who the hell are you exactly?”
the girl you yelled at for spilling vodka.”
was a pause, as Bucky tried to place her, and Darcy waited patiently, stroking
Peaches’ ear and waiting for him to either remember her, or ask a follow up
one. I remember you” – Bucky let out an
irritated huff, but there’s some sort of change in his tone; it’s still grumpy,
but there’s just… something – “I
should have known.”
“I’m the rude one? Excuse me, Mr. Yells-A-Lot, but I was drunk
and tiny and you totally blamed me for someone else’s problem. I didn’t
leave the vodka where it could be spilled.”
long pause, and Darcy swore she heard him chuckle, but that was impossible,
because he wasn’t the kind of guy to do that.
she thought of his odd tone, and wondered what the hell sort of weird stuff
this guy got off on.
“Fine. Will you meet me at Starbucks to exchange the
dog?” he rattled off a street corner, and it wasn’t too far away, so Darcy
agreed. Just to return the dog… not
because she actually was interested
in finding out what sort of weird stuff the guy got off on.
you’re buying the coffee,” he added, before hanging up the phone. Darcy laughed when she heard the dial tone
and shook her head. She wondered if
asshole Bucky just realized he totally asked her on a date, even if she is the
thought he just might.