@glynnisi - Well, I think I got the meet cute part of it in here at least, though I can’t vouch for the accuracy of the haunted house experience. ;)
Word gets around very, very quickly that Captain America and a few of the others from the nearby Avengers compound will be attending their haunted house that day. It’s a small town in the middle of nowhere New York, and any sort of gossip like that spreads like wildfire, so Darcy hears about it about ten minutes after she starts her shift, before she’s even got her costume fully on. “I’m gonna scare them,” Darcy says to her co-worker, giving a sharp nod as she straightens out her Bride of Frankenstein wig. “Give ‘em the full haunted house experience.”
“A lot of these people have superpowers,” her co-worker points out, “and probably really sharp instincts. You’re asking for trouble.”
Darcy just shrugs. She’s dealt with Thor, and has heard directly from him that Cap – that Steve - needs to loosen up more often. So really, she’s doing this because Thor asked her to…not in so many words, exactly, but that’s what he implied.
Of course, things never go quite as planned.
“I’m pretty sure that wall’s not supposed to be sparking like that,” Captain America – no, Steve, especially when he’s not wearing the uniform she reminds herself - says when he arrives in her chamber, pointing past Darcy’s head at the rigged up console behind her that’s supposed to mimic Doctor Frankenstein’s lab. When she cranes her neck back from her position on the tilted lab table, she lets loose with a groan that is a lot less undead creature and a lot more human frustration.
“Goddamnit,” she spits out, just as there’s a shower of sparks that almost catch in the frizzy hairs of her wig. Darcy attempts to leap off of the tilted table, but her foot catches in the ragged edge of her long white dress and she makes an ungraceful fall forwards…right into Steve’s arms which have stretched out to catch her before she hits the floor. “Sorry,” she mumbles, as he helps her fully upright.
“No apologies necessary,” he says with a shy smile that’s a lot more endearing than the one she’s seen him trot out for various interviews. “You’re one of Thor’s friends, aren’t you?” Steve asks.
“Yeah…I’m surprised you could tell through the makeup job,” Darcy says, waving a hand at her face. The pancake makeup and inky black stitching going across her face also do a great job at disguising her blush because holy shit, Captain America actually knows who she is.
Steve nods, opening his mouth to say something more, but then…then there’s another shower of sparks from the back wall, followed quickly by a loud clicking noise that plunges the entire room into total darkness. “All right, that’s not a part of the show,” Darcy says, reaching out with a fumbling hand until she feels the leather of Steve’s jacket under her fingertips. Some vague noises filter in from the other rooms around them, grumblings about what happened to the lights and more than a few disgruntled swears and shouts.
Darcy feels Steve’s hand reach up to grab hers, tangling their fingers together and giving them a squeeze to let her know that she’s not alone in the dark there. “Think we should go find out what’s happened?” Steve says.
She squeezes back and nods, even though there’s no way he can see it. “Let’s go have a haunted house adventure.”