Darcy wasn’t a hero groupie. She’d also never seen Captain America up close OR in the darker, stealthier version of his super suit, OR while he gracefully beat the crud out of bad guys who’d tried to capture her and threatened unspeakable torture. Nor had she ever met someone who seemed so noble. She didn’t know that ‘noble’ was a turn-on for her until she met him. But everything about Steve Rogers left her a mess of wanton desire.
Steve had never fallen into bed with someone he helped as Captain America.
But the resourceful girl who tazed a machete-wielding goon from her hiding place in the vents had pretty eyes, a quirky-smart sense of humor, and a dreamy figure. Her creative curses against the bad guys made him laugh, too. He was on fire for her.
They didn’t bother with small talk or plans, just fell into bed together for a night of passion. They finally curled to sleep together after the sun had risen again. Both felt an instant connection that left them daring to hope for more.
When Darcy woke later, it was to the sound of a happily-laughing woman leaving a phone message- gushing over the perfect way Steve had proposed marriage.
Darcy resisted the urge to throw up and to break her hand on his handsome, sated, sleeping face. He was practically-married. She was an idiot! She congratulated herself for escaping undetected and tried not to remember his thrilling touch, the way their passion had her dreaming of ‘happily-ever-after’. She also congratulated herself for not crying until she was at Jane’s place. There, she bawled.
When Steve woke, he found a message from Natasha teasing him about freezing up on a mission where they pretended to be a couple looking at engagement rings. Of lively Darcy from the vents, there was no sign. He cursed himself. He wished he knew how he’d disappointed her and how he could improve so she’d want to stay with him as much as he wanted her there. He pushed aside hurt, threw himself into work, and tried not to look for Darcy wherever he went. She starred in his dreams for months while he fought to forget her.
-three years later-
At the UN ceremony ending the Sokovia Accords, Thor called across a room, “Steven! May I introduce my love, the renowned Dr. Jane Foster and our valiant friend, Darcy?”
Steve jumped at the sound of that name and hurried through the crowd to Thor.
Jane yelped as she recognized Captain America and smacked Thor’s arm, hissing, “No!” Thor smiled, perplexed.
Steve’s heart leapt as he recognized the dream girl who’d fled his bed without explanation. He recoiled as Darcy coolly asked, “and where is your wife today, Captain?” Her stance was one he recognized immediately, that of someone ready to fight him.
Steve shook his head, stuttering, “Wha..? Wife? I… I don’t have a wife.”
Thor shrugged, blinked hard, and then smiled as understanding dawned. He looked from Steve to Darcy, anticipation building as he waited for his friends to see the happy truth.
Brittle, Darcy choked, “Did she find out you were messing around right after you took her to the jewelers and proposed?” Her heart raced as it remembered Steve. In contrast, her hand twitched with the long-remembered urge to slap him.
“What?!” His shock was obvious.
Darcy frowned, shifting uneasily. “I heard a phone message from Natasha about your proposal.” She crossed her arms over her chest, defensive that she hadn’t spied as she overheard his apparent-fiancee’s words.
Steve sighed with relief. “Oh! That was about a mission gone bad because I flinched when she kissed my cheek. I broke the display case, giving away my strength and…”
Natasha sauntered up. “…all hell broke loose. Most romantic proposal ever, Rogers!” She eyed Darcy.
Darcy gasped, “Black Widow.” She trembled and shifted closer to Thor. “Don’t kill me.”
Natasha waited for more information, while side-eyeing the cacophony of feeling she saw in Steve’s expression. After a beat, she groaned to Darcy. “Oh, crap! You thought… It never occurred to me that someone else might be there. He never dated.” Regret filled her lovely face.
Long-felt misery laced Darcy’s tone. “I wasn’t the other woman?”
“Oh, no! You were every possibility, I mean…” Steve paled. “I thought it was me, that I wasn’t enough.”
“Oh.” Darcy’s gasp was barely audible. “I’m sorry. I thought…”
He closed his eyes, nearly dizzy.
Natasha laughed kindly, “apparently, you both thought wrong.” She watched them process the misunderstandings that had parted them. “Come on, Thor, Jane. Let’s leave these two alone.” She patted Steve’s shoulder and nodded her approval, then turned and winked encouragingly at Darcy.
Tears pricked Darcy’s eyes. “It wasn’t you. I’m so sorry you thought that. I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
Steve struggled with the desire to pull her into his arms. “I’m sorry you thought you were the other woman.”
She breathed in and out slowly and then smiled up at him. “Hi, again. I missed you.”
He grinned shyly. “Hi. I missed you, too.” He swallowed hard. “Can I do things right? Can I take you out on dates… court you?” Hesitantly, he reached for her hand, relieved as she twined her fingers through his. It felt right.
Electrified by his touch, she giggled happily. “Court me?”
He stumbled over his words. “I thought maybe I didn’t show proper respect or maybe I didn’t please you enough…” His words trailed off as her giggle turned into full-on laughter.
“Didn’t please me? Are you crazy? Don’t you remember me passing out from pleasure? I do. The only problem I see with your current courting notion is that I may jump you before we even…”
Steve grew up with “Hello, how do I passive-aggressively say ‘fuck you’ in flowers?” inked down the line of his spine, which his mother found alternately delightful (such spunk) and also somewhat terrifying (such language! and also why?)
Admin note: I’ve reblogged this prompt before, as written by another SSF author, but THINK this is the first time for THIS ONE :) New Image Set, for sure.