A/N: I've written a few Shieldshock fics in the past. It's not a huge favorite ship of mine, but it is the one Darcy ship other than Fandral/Darcy I find I really enjoy. I realized I had two drabbles on my tumblr that weren't posted anywhere else, so I'm going to make a new drabble collection, this time for Shieldshock. Don't expect this to get as many chapters as my Lokane or Winter Solstice one, but who knows? Maybe I'll get a really good prompt someday.

For now, I hope you enjoy!

This first one is based on a tumblr post here: post/155382079567/my-entire-life-just-flashed-before-my-eyes

Darcy had just gotten back from her lunch break, and she was relieved to find Jane in exactly the same place she'd left her. The only difference was the empty plate of food that had been full before. Jane hummed and typed away on her computer, stopping occasionally to sip her coffee.

"Hey Darcy," she said, not looking up. "Could you do me a favor and call Steve?"

Darcy blinked. "You don't mean Steve Rogers, do you?"

"How many other Steves do we know?"

"Well, there's that sorcerer guy now-"

"Darcy, call Steve."

"But whyyyyy~" Darcy stamped her foot several times. She was distinctly reminded of her bratty cousins and their constant temper tantrums, but she didn't care. Jane didn't have the slightest clue what she was asking.

"I need you to ask when he's bringing back the laptop I loaned him. If you're that afraid of blurting out your crush on him, just send a text."

…okay, maybe she did have a clue.

In fact, maybe she was doing this on purpose!

Oh, that Jane. She had a mad scientist in her.

Still, texting Steve instead of calling was probably the better option. It didn't involve talking and she could consider her words over a much longer period of time to avoid any awkward mess ups.

Darcy went to her desk and whipped out her phone, typing in Steve's number as the blank text box popped up. The last time she'd texted regularly was a year ago with her last serious boyfriend, but she still had the art of typing without looking mastered.

'Hey there, Captain! Just need to know when Jane's getting her laptop back.'

She hit send and watched the "Message Sent' icon flit across the screen. Returning to her daily tasks, she thought little of what his response would be or when she'd get it. Her phone buzzed five seconds later, but as Darcy picked it up, her heart leaped into her throat. That tinkling jingle was not the 'new text message' signal. Steve's number registered on the call ID under 'Incoming Call'. The phone icon danced to the tune of her poppy ringtone.

"Aren't you going to answer it?" Jane called out.

Darcy did so without thinking. She caught him mere seconds before the call would've mercifully gone to voicemail. Her only choices now were to hang up or quit being a baby and talk to him.

"Hey Steve," she said, trying her best to sound casual. "You get my message?"

She could hear someone laughing in the background and a light growl of annoyance from Steve. "Er- yes, I got your message. That's why I called, I- Bucky shut up! Stop laughing!- sorry, I wanted to clarify what it is you're asking me."

Darcy furrowed her brow. "I think my message was pretty clear."

Steve coughed. "Yes, it was. It was extremely clear. I'm just not sure you meant to send it to me, and if you did..."

"Look, buddy, if you didn't want to give Jane's laptop back, you shouldn't have borrowed it."

There was silence on the other end for the longest time. Darcy checked twice that they hadn't been cut off, but the timer kept ticking off seconds. "Darcy, do you know what your message said?"

She was going to roll her eyes and says yes, of course she knew. She wrote it and read it herself… except she hadn't read it. She'd just sent it. Without ending the call, Darcy went to her sent and clicked on the first message.

Her stomach dropped. "Oh. My. God."

'Hey there Captain! Just need you inside me right now you big sexy hunk of man you.'

What a time to remember all the sexting she and her ex used to do. "That- I- that was-"

"Darcy, what's going on?" Jane shouted at her, leaning her seat back to get a better look. "Does he have my laptop or not?"

Darcy didn't know what to say, and apparently, neither did Steve. All she could hear in the ensuring silence was the beeping of Jane's computer, and Bucky Barnes, still in hysterics.