Just a little bit from an upcoming fic I’m working on...
“Did you sleep through your undercover mission courses?” Nat asked as she sat primly on the couch, pulling a stack of cashmere sweaters into her lap. “You won’t need any of these, since you’re going to a tropical island for this retreat,” she mused, “so I’ll take these off your hands if you don’t mind.”
“I thought you said I had to give everything back,” Darcy squawked in protest as Natasha stashed the sweaters in a plain, dark denim backpack.
“Mmm,” Natasha not-answered and looked up as two men entered the room. Darcy followed the line of her gaze and found her fingers clenching tight around the silky playsuit she had been molesting. Two righteous jaws of freedom, liberty, and panty-wetting goodness were standing in the doorway. Captain America, and his best friend the Winter Soldier. Otherwise known as Mr. Dorito and Freezer Burn. She bit her lip.
“Natasha,” Steve said with a nod to her before looking at Darcy, “Lewis. This is-”
“Barnes,” Darcy blurted out, “James, I mean, Agent, uh- I mean, what do I-”
“Bucky’s fine,” Bucky said, his lips mostly flat but turned up in one corner like he was laughing at her.
“Actually it’s not,” Natasha said from the couch, where she was pawing over something that looked suspiciously lycra and shiny, “you’re John Barlow, and she’s Dalia Barlow, your new wife.”
(cause I need some encouragement, since wintershock isn’t my wheelhouse)