New Fic: Wintersong
@glynnisi, here is your birthday fic! Or at least the first part of it. I’m envisioning a second part, but as I wanted to have something ready for you on your actual birthday, part one comes now and part two will come after I write it.
So, glynnisi asked for Steve/Darcy and bed sharing, and given the winter weather that’s been happening around the country right now, bringing in a snowstorm was inevitable. And yes, it’s not out of the realm of possibility that NYC could get enough snow to actually shut down the trains subways - it happened last January, right around this time as well.
Anyway, on to the fic. Happy birthday hon, and I hope you enjoy it!
“Do I want to know?”
“No, no you really don’t.” Steve stands up, stretching slightly to work the kinks out of his back that happen even to a supersoldier when he’s been sitting down for too long. “And technically, I’m not under arrest,” he says as the uniformed officer escorting Darcy unlocks the cell he’s currently being held in.
“He really isn’t,” the officer adds as Steve walks into the hall. “It’s just that this is the easiest way to keep a low profile, something the Captain specifically requested.”
Darcy just rolls her eyes. “I’ll get the whole story out of you eventually.”