Okay, fine, you kids want a plan? Here is the plan. We go to that ball, real Cordelia gets to play hooky for a few days. Frère Jacques gets his charity girl, and we all get the vacation that I deserve. How’s that for a plan?
Steve paused, his hand on the door. “You know I have to.”
Darcy scoffed, “Nah.
You don’t. Not really. They can do without you for a day. Play hooky.”
He chuckled, hesitating for just a moment before shutting
the door again. “Not sure if it’s called
‘hooky’ if it involves the Avengers.”
“Come on. Like none of the rest of them ever miss a training
sesh. Come back in…let’s go back to bed and stay
there all day. Play nookie with me.” She winked
and stood up, making her way back to the bedroom.
“You’re a bad influence…” Steve teased, following her.
“Yeah, yeah…get in here and take off your pants, Rogers.”