Stretching, yawing, and utterly sated. This is how he awoke. Steve had never felt so free then he did in that exact moment. The woman of his dreams was snoring gently next to him, her full body curved into his, nimble hands clinging to his torso even in sleep.
He smiled softly, enjoying the moment. There was no noise in the background other than some far off stream and some birds playing near the balcony. He missed this. The utter silence. Even in his cabin there was always a sense of noise.
They had spent several days here, lounging and enjoying each other in a way they hadn't been able too before. The people of Asgaurd accepted him as a great warrior but did not treat him any differently. There was respect, yes, but there was also a sense of normalcy.
Here, among people who thought themselves gods, Steve felt utterly disconnected. And it felt wonderful. The weight of his responsibilities were lifted, though he knew it was only momentarily.
This world didn't need him. To them, he was normal. Something he'd only felt with one other person. And she was currently watching him with silent blue eyes.
"Oh. Um… Hey." He mumbled stupidly, having been caught staring.
"Good morning Edward Cullens." She grinned, waggling her arched brows.
"I've seen that movie and I resent that." He grunted, dropping a pillow on her face when she started laughing. She twisted away and pounced, landing squarely on his lap.
She was still laughing, her dark brown hair was a wild mess about her face, but he thought she looked enchanting. Her cheeks were pink and there was a new glow to her. Maybe she felt the freedom he did as well.
Before either of them could say a thing, there was a tentative knock at the door. Darcy groaned, but shimmed down, leaving Steve none too happy at whoever was interrupting. He didn't mind the view, however, and she had to have known he was watching by the way her bare hips swayed dramatically.
He groaned this time and covered his face with the pillow trying to drown out her husky laughter. A few moments later he heard the swish of silk and the door creak open.
"Hey Darce, I'm sorry to interrupt but…" It was Jane. He could barely hear the other woman's whispers, even with his advanced hearing. He tossed off the pillow and sat up to see the scene.
"Hey, Steve." Jane called, waving but not looking. He smiled, and waved back.
"So wait, we have to go back today?" Darcy asked, her arms crossed. He could see the disappointment vibrating through her and while he wasn't too keen on returning to Earth, he knew they'd have to go eventually.
"Well, it's just Tony called for Steve." It was here Jane finally looked towards him. A strange expression marred her face. One he couldn't pinpoint.
"What did he say?" He asked, the words becoming thick in his throat. A mission? Was someone hurt?
"I'm not a hundred percent sure what it's about but he said, and I quote, He's found a lead and it's here in Manhattan." She replied. Her small hands reached out for Darcy. They both knew though. What… who the lead was. Bucky. The Winter Soldier. Ever since the fall of S.H.E.I.L.D. his long lost friend had been on the run. It had been many weeks since they had any new info.
The two women before him knew this. He could tell by the way Jane looked away and in the way Darcy's eyes shot towards his. A look of mixed emotions spinning in her gaze.
She let Jane out and made her way towards him as he sat still as stone, his own mind warring with his heart. She came to sit next to him, twisting her body so they faced one another.
"Ok. I know I'm not supposed to know about anything. But I do. Whatever." She spoke softly, taking his hands and bringing them into her lap. "I also know he was your best friend and that you have hope you can help him."
At this, he looked up into her eyes, seeing something akin to trust.
"Let's go." She whispered, pulling him off the bed.
"Darcy-," He started but she was tossing articles of clothing at him, some he didn't even recognize.
"No way, Steven Rogers. We are going home to find your friend." She danced about the room, putting on layers of clothes that might have been backwards. He grinned as she fumbled with a belt.
"Darcy!" He called, hoping she'd stop running about so he could get a word in, but she was zooming around the room, looking for her shoes.
He caught her as she rushed past him, lifting her into the air and over his shoulder. Her squeal was full of laughter and he felt the tension begin to melt away.
"Do you want to stay while I go?" He asked, tossing her body down onto the fluffy mattress. She reached for him and he laid gently between her legs, running a hand up along her thigh.
"Really, Mr. Rogers?" She hummed, arching her back into him.
"Just asking." He smiled, kissing her deeply. Steve had known the moment to leave was coming but he didn't think she'd be the one forcing him out. He should have though. She was the vixen who had stolen his heart and set fire to his body. His woman was life. She's got spunk. She's got bite.
"On to the next adventure." Darcy whispered, taking his ear between her perfect teeth, living up to his thoughts.
"After." Was the only thing he could say before they were on each other.
Ok ok ok. I know it's a strange ending. This is a companion story to another of mine. It's a winter soldierXofc fic. So that's how these two tie into each other.
Thanks for sticking around! If the stories keep demanding to be written, I will add to this or do a sequel. So far, I'm thinking I'll add a Bruce Banner fic in there as well. Because he needs love, damn it! So chances are you will see our love birds again somehow.
LOVE YOU ALL!
-Moonandwinter