Steve/Darcy- 14 (Rear Window is my favorite movie ever :D)
Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers
Word Count: 1063
Prompt: #14 “Okay, I swear I’m not normally this creepy, but I broke my leg and have been spying on all the people across the street from me, and I could have SWORN I saw you kill a man. Care to explain?” (Rear Window AU/Disturbia AU)
As Steve maneuvered himself onto the elevator and pressed the button for the fifth floor, he had to admit that he wasn’t particularly proud of what he was doing.
Quite the contrary.
It had all started with the binoculars. An early birthday gift from Bucky, intended to make him feel better about his broken leg and mandatory six weeks’ leave with pay from the NYPD.
Originally, he’d only meant to test them out. To give Bucky a definitive ‘yes’ or ‘no’ in reference to their quality so he could rest assured that his online purchase wasn’t a lemon.
And it wasn’t. They were good binoculars.
So good in fact, that he’d gotten kind of addicted to looking through them.
Police Captain Steve Rogers of the NYPD was spying on his neighbors.
But there was nothing on T.V and his leg was itching him inside his cast, so he had to do something to take his mind off it.
It might as well be spying on his neighbors.
Well, he’d hesitate to call them neighbors, really. Neighbors were the people you called when your car wouldn’t start, or you needed to borrow a cup of sugar. The people who lived in the apartment building adjacent to his weren’t really neighbors.
But that still didn’t make it right to spy on them.
Which was what he told himself the first time he plopped himself down in his desk chair and reached for the binoculars, peering out through the blinds because he knew it was wrong.
And each subsequent time he did it.
It’s just…it turned out there was an interesting development across the street.
There was this one window…not directly across from his, but on the same level. It was about two windows down.
It was a kitchen window. And he’d been watching for the past few days as this girl broke up with her boyfriend.
Bucky was teasing him about it. Because the girl was cute.
Yeah, she was cute. But it wasn’t like Steve would ever have a shot with her. What would his pickup line be? “Hi, yeah…I watched you break up with your boyfriend from my bedroom with a pair of binoculars. Wanna go out sometime? I know you’re free!”
No way in hell was he doing that.
Plus, he was pretty sure he knew her from somewhere. But he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
Besides, it had moved past being a crush and was now completely a Hitchcock-level obsession.
The break up had happened in spurts throughout the past two days. And now? Now he wasn’t seeing the guy there anymore.
He did, however, through his obstructed view, see the girl carrying several garbage bags and boxes back and forth through the kitchen.
Which, wouldn’t be a huge deal after a breakup, except that he didn’t see the ex-boyfriend EVER come to pick them up.
And what made this a Hitchcock-level obsession was the large bloody knife she kept washing in the sink. It was a really big chef’s knife. And he’d been trying to tell himself that it wasn’t blood. It was probably just…something that looked like blood at this distance.
He was certain if he asked her, the answer would be completely innocuous.
But she’d been washing that bloody knife at the sink all day long.
And while Steve had intended to ask Bucky about it once he got home from work, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t innocuous at all.
Which was why he was now hobbling down to her apartment, police badge in his pocket, with only the crutches for self-defense.
He knocked on her door. He was certain it was her door, because he’d called some people back at the station to make sure there wasn’t a lobby level on the building.
And when she answered it, she was wiping her hands on what looked like a bloody towel and his nerves just kind of got the better of him.
“Don’t take this the wrong way…” he began, mentally kicking himself for doing this. “…but I broke my leg and have been spying on everyone in your building…and I could have sworn I saw you kill a man…care to explain?” He yanked on his badge and held it out in front of him. “Captain Rogers, NYPD.”
The girl, the woman…she sighed heavily and tossed her ponytail as she squinted to inspect his badge. “Is that legal, what you’re doing?”
“Everything I saw happened in plain sight.”
“Plain sight that you had to modify with binoculars.”
He faltered, sputtering slightly because she had him there. “Well…”
“So, not only are you here, outside my apartment without a warrant or grounds for one…but you expect me to just…explain to you why I have this…sticky red liquid all over my hands? Do you think I was just born yesterday? Also…” she squinted up at him. “How do you not recognize me?”
He frowned. “What? I’m sorry…have we met or–”
“Assistant D.A, Darcy Lewis?” She pointed to her chest. “We’ve seen each other in court. A lot.”
Realization dawned on him. “Oh, right! That’s where I’ve seen you before!”
She reached behind the door, plucking a jar of orange-red-something and pushing it into his hands. “Blood Orange Marmalade. That’s what’s on my hands, Captain. I just went through a breakup. And when I go through a breakup, I bake. Or preserve. Marmalade in this case. Enjoy it. And enjoy the rest of your leave.” She waved once and reached for the door.
“But wait…just one thing?” he asked, turning the jar in his hand. “What about the bags?”
“Those bags?” she opened the door wider and gestured to the pile of trash bags on the floor. “My ex’s clothes. He’s coming back to get them later, I wanted to have them all together. Less time he has to be here, ya know?”
He nodded. “Right…right…” He glanced down at the marmalade. “Thanks for…for this. You didn’t have to…I mean…I was…”
“Spying on me through my kitchen window?”
“Yeah…” He trailed off, frowning. “Wait. How did you know it was through your kitchen window?”
She shrugged, “I dunno. Maybe I’ve done some spying of my own, Captain.” She winked. “So we’ll call it even?”
He held out his hand. “Sure. We’re even.”
She took it and shook it once, leaving it sticky when she let go.