A Simple Touch
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maevebranTitle: A Simple Touch
Author: Maeve Bran
Rating: Teen and up (a little swearing including an f-bomb)
Fandom: Captain America: The First Avenger, Thor, The Avengers
Disclaimer:I don't own the Captain, Darcy or any of their compatriots, I'm just using him for unprofitable fun.
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis
Summary:When Darcy's latest relationship breaks up, Steve joins her in the traditional mopey movie night.
Darcy Lewis curled up on the couch in the rather impressive home theater room of the Avengers’ Tower, watching sad chick flicks. She was unexpectedly alone on a Friday night and thus the reason for the sad movie marathon. She had been expecting to be out with Larry, her low level SHEILD scientist boyfriend of two months, but that very afternoon he’d broken up with her when she’d refused to use her friendship with Jane to get him transferred to the Avengers’ science team. Darcy was sad and disappointed. Not that she had fancied herself in love with Larry but because it meant she was the only one home on a Friday night. Jane and Thor had left yesterday for a month long diplomatic mission to Asgaard. Tony Stark was in California on business (and to see his girlfriend Pepper Potts who ran said business). Even Dr. Banner was visiting his girlfriend at Culver University.
The door opened and the only other Avenger, Captain Steven Rogers, entered the room.
“Oops,” said Steve. “I didn’t think anyone would be here.”
“Yeah, well, my plans fell through,” Darcy said as she hit pause on the DVD.
“Oh,” Steve replied as he turned to leave.
“That doesn’t mean you can’t join me,” Darcy invited. She liked Steve. They had spent a fair amount of time together when she was first hired at SHEILD because he’d been her assignment. She was assigned to try to catch him up on the Twenty-first Century. But it had been a few weeks since he had been deemed caught up enough to not need a teacher any more.
He turned and walked over to the couch and looked pointedly at her feet which had been taking up the whole space. She curled tighter and made room for him.
“What are you watching?” Steve asked as she reached for the remote.
“Sad movies,” She replied. “This one is called P.S. I Love You.”
Steve nodded and watched with her.
After that movie finished, Darcy got up from the couch, declaring, “Munchie break.”
Steve got up and followed her to the kitchen as she made popcorn.
“So why sad movies?” Steve asked.
“Because the shithead I’d been dating broke up with me,” Darcy said as she grabbed a bottle of rum and started to make pinna coladas to go with the popcorn. “You want one?” she asked gesturing to the adult beverage she was mixing.
“Sure, but if your plan is get me drunk and have your way with me, let me remind you I can’t get drunk,” Steve said with a smile. He was sure that prior to being assigned, to teach him anything, that she had been given and read his file.
“Interesting thought,” Darcy said as she pretended to think it over. “But that wasn’t my plan. I just didn’t want to drink alone, because that is just pathetic.”
“Then I’ll be glad to keep you company,” Steve smiled, glad he was good for something.
When the snacks and drinks were ready, he carried the drinks and the pitcher with seconds while she carried the bowl of popcorn. Once they settled on the couch and she had put in the next movie – The Notebook.
“So what did the shithead do?” Steve asked.
Darcy looked at Steve. In all the time she had known him, she had never heard him swear. It was sort of unreal.
“What?” Steve asked after awhile of her continued stare.
“I’ve never heard you swear before,” Darcy said. “I thought you were incapable of it.”
Steve laughed. “Is that what everyone thinks?”
Darcy nodded. She hit pause on the movie because this conversation just got more interesting than the movie she had been watching for the dozenth time.
“Just because I don’t use words like Shit, damn, and fuck on a regular basis that I’m some sort of goody two shoes, incapable of swearing?” Steve chuckled.
“Yeah, pretty much,” Darcy agreed.
“What you all seem to forget is that I was in the Army in the middle of a war. I assure you that I have heard and used a lot worse language than that,” Steve explained. “I just chose not to on a daily basis because there is a time and place for profanity and the workplace or the presence of a lady is not that time or place.”
“Makes sense,” Darcy agreed as she took a long drink of her beverage. She was just trying to wrap her mind around the fact that she had just gotten the ultimate Boy Scout, Captain America, to cuss.
“Now that we’ve decided that I am human and am capable of acting like it,” Steve said. “What did the shithead do to make you watch sad movies on a Friday night?”
“He dumped me because I wouldn’t use my influence to get him reassigned to the Avengers’ Labs,” Darcy said. She drained her drink and poured another.
“Right. That was a dick maneuver,” Steve agreed. He picked up his drink and caught her stare again. “I don’t know much about women, as I have been repeatedly told, but I do know enough to not try to date someone to advance a career. You deserve better than that.”
“Thanks for that,” Darcy said. She hit play and they watched in silence until the credits rolled.
When the credits ended, Darcy looked around to find that she was leaning against Steve and he had an arm around her shoulders. She didn’t remember how she got there but it was nice and comfortable. His faster metabolism must run hotter than a normal human because he was very warm.
Steve stretched and moved his arm from around her. “So what’s next?”
“Um, why don’t you pick?” Darcy offered. She sat up and then stood to stretch herself. “I’ll be right back.”
When she returned, she was surprised by the movie selection he’d made. She was expecting some sort of classic movie from his time or an action movie but he had chosen the original Producers.
“Why this one?” Darcy asked as she resumed her seat in her corner of the couch.
“Because Tony recommended it to me and from what I read it is supposed to be funny,” Steve explained.
“You do know it makes fun of the Nazis, right?” Darcy said, concerned that a man who had fought Hitler and his army might not find “Spring Time For Hitler” funny or tasteful.
“I can think of no better people to make fun of,” Steve said as he settled back on the couch with his second drink. Darcy poured the last of the pitcher of adult beverages into her glass and enjoyed the movie. To her surprise, Steve not only liked it, he laughed ‘til she thought he’d fall off the couch.
“I didn’t think it was that funny,” Darcy said as the credits rolled.
“Maybe not, but clearly it was what I needed,” Steve said. “So what’s next?”
“I was thinking it was probably time to be getting to bed,” Darcy said with a giggle. The phrasing she chose immediately conjured up images of the two of them in bed together. She’d bet that Captain America would be beyond amazing in bed since he was practically perfect in everything else he did. “But not together,” She said to make it clear she hadn’t expected him to join her.
“It’s all right, Darcy,” Steve said with another of those devastatingly handsome smiles. He should totally do that more, she thought. “I knew what you meant.”
“Good,” Darcy said as she stood. She must have made the drinks too strong because she was feeling unsteady on her feet.
“You ok?” Steve asked as he got up and caught her before she fell and hurt herself.
“No, but I will be,” She said.
He hoisted her up into his arms and carried her to her bed. He took off her slippers and put her under the covers.
“Could you stay for a while?” Darcy mumbled. “You’re so warm.”
Steve smiled and sat next to her. “Only for a little while,” he said, blushing and glad she wasn’t looking at him.
She did look up in time to see the blush fade.
“Oh my gosh, you’ve never been alone with a woman in her bed room before have you?” Darcy asked.
“What gives you that idea?” Steve said trying not to sound embarrassed.
“I don’t know,” Darcy said. “But I’m right, aren’t I?”
“You are,” he said. “Just go to sleep. You’ll hate yourself for this in the morning.”
“No I won’t,” Darcy said. She snaked an arm around his neck and pulled him down next to her.
“Darcy,” Steve started to object.
“Relax, Captain,” Darcy said. “I just want to use you as a pillow.” She proceeded to drape herself over him and fall fast asleep.
Steve stayed where he was. He was amused. A drunk Darcy was interestingly bossy. And he here he was finally sleeping with a woman. Literally sleeping with her. Sure he could move at any time but he found it comforting in a way he hadn’t known he’d needed. No one touched him more than necessary to help him up or take his blood or any other task that caused a brief contact of one human to another. He hadn’t had much human contact before Project Rebirth either, not after his mother died. Sure Bucky patted him on the back and occasionally hugged him like all good friends but that had been a long, long time ago. Here in this time, he was more legend than man and no one thought that he’d have the simple needs of all humans to have contact with their fellows in friendly and uncomplicated ways. So while he hadn’t planned on sleeping with Darcy tonight, the fact that he was here and being used as a human pillow was something he was going to enjoy. Simple and uncomplicated touch of one human to another brought a measure of peace that Steve hadn’t even known he needed. And reveling in that peace, he fell asleep.
Author: Maeve Bran
Rating: Teen and up (a little swearing including an f-bomb)
Fandom: Captain America: The First Avenger, Thor, The Avengers
Disclaimer:I don't own the Captain, Darcy or any of their compatriots, I'm just using him for unprofitable fun.
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis
Summary:When Darcy's latest relationship breaks up, Steve joins her in the traditional mopey movie night.
Darcy Lewis curled up on the couch in the rather impressive home theater room of the Avengers’ Tower, watching sad chick flicks. She was unexpectedly alone on a Friday night and thus the reason for the sad movie marathon. She had been expecting to be out with Larry, her low level SHEILD scientist boyfriend of two months, but that very afternoon he’d broken up with her when she’d refused to use her friendship with Jane to get him transferred to the Avengers’ science team. Darcy was sad and disappointed. Not that she had fancied herself in love with Larry but because it meant she was the only one home on a Friday night. Jane and Thor had left yesterday for a month long diplomatic mission to Asgaard. Tony Stark was in California on business (and to see his girlfriend Pepper Potts who ran said business). Even Dr. Banner was visiting his girlfriend at Culver University.
The door opened and the only other Avenger, Captain Steven Rogers, entered the room.
“Oops,” said Steve. “I didn’t think anyone would be here.”
“Yeah, well, my plans fell through,” Darcy said as she hit pause on the DVD.
“Oh,” Steve replied as he turned to leave.
“That doesn’t mean you can’t join me,” Darcy invited. She liked Steve. They had spent a fair amount of time together when she was first hired at SHEILD because he’d been her assignment. She was assigned to try to catch him up on the Twenty-first Century. But it had been a few weeks since he had been deemed caught up enough to not need a teacher any more.
He turned and walked over to the couch and looked pointedly at her feet which had been taking up the whole space. She curled tighter and made room for him.
“What are you watching?” Steve asked as she reached for the remote.
“Sad movies,” She replied. “This one is called P.S. I Love You.”
Steve nodded and watched with her.
After that movie finished, Darcy got up from the couch, declaring, “Munchie break.”
Steve got up and followed her to the kitchen as she made popcorn.
“So why sad movies?” Steve asked.
“Because the shithead I’d been dating broke up with me,” Darcy said as she grabbed a bottle of rum and started to make pinna coladas to go with the popcorn. “You want one?” she asked gesturing to the adult beverage she was mixing.
“Sure, but if your plan is get me drunk and have your way with me, let me remind you I can’t get drunk,” Steve said with a smile. He was sure that prior to being assigned, to teach him anything, that she had been given and read his file.
“Interesting thought,” Darcy said as she pretended to think it over. “But that wasn’t my plan. I just didn’t want to drink alone, because that is just pathetic.”
“Then I’ll be glad to keep you company,” Steve smiled, glad he was good for something.
When the snacks and drinks were ready, he carried the drinks and the pitcher with seconds while she carried the bowl of popcorn. Once they settled on the couch and she had put in the next movie – The Notebook.
“So what did the shithead do?” Steve asked.
Darcy looked at Steve. In all the time she had known him, she had never heard him swear. It was sort of unreal.
“What?” Steve asked after awhile of her continued stare.
“I’ve never heard you swear before,” Darcy said. “I thought you were incapable of it.”
Steve laughed. “Is that what everyone thinks?”
Darcy nodded. She hit pause on the movie because this conversation just got more interesting than the movie she had been watching for the dozenth time.
“Just because I don’t use words like Shit, damn, and fuck on a regular basis that I’m some sort of goody two shoes, incapable of swearing?” Steve chuckled.
“Yeah, pretty much,” Darcy agreed.
“What you all seem to forget is that I was in the Army in the middle of a war. I assure you that I have heard and used a lot worse language than that,” Steve explained. “I just chose not to on a daily basis because there is a time and place for profanity and the workplace or the presence of a lady is not that time or place.”
“Makes sense,” Darcy agreed as she took a long drink of her beverage. She was just trying to wrap her mind around the fact that she had just gotten the ultimate Boy Scout, Captain America, to cuss.
“Now that we’ve decided that I am human and am capable of acting like it,” Steve said. “What did the shithead do to make you watch sad movies on a Friday night?”
“He dumped me because I wouldn’t use my influence to get him reassigned to the Avengers’ Labs,” Darcy said. She drained her drink and poured another.
“Right. That was a dick maneuver,” Steve agreed. He picked up his drink and caught her stare again. “I don’t know much about women, as I have been repeatedly told, but I do know enough to not try to date someone to advance a career. You deserve better than that.”
“Thanks for that,” Darcy said. She hit play and they watched in silence until the credits rolled.
When the credits ended, Darcy looked around to find that she was leaning against Steve and he had an arm around her shoulders. She didn’t remember how she got there but it was nice and comfortable. His faster metabolism must run hotter than a normal human because he was very warm.
Steve stretched and moved his arm from around her. “So what’s next?”
“Um, why don’t you pick?” Darcy offered. She sat up and then stood to stretch herself. “I’ll be right back.”
When she returned, she was surprised by the movie selection he’d made. She was expecting some sort of classic movie from his time or an action movie but he had chosen the original Producers.
“Why this one?” Darcy asked as she resumed her seat in her corner of the couch.
“Because Tony recommended it to me and from what I read it is supposed to be funny,” Steve explained.
“You do know it makes fun of the Nazis, right?” Darcy said, concerned that a man who had fought Hitler and his army might not find “Spring Time For Hitler” funny or tasteful.
“I can think of no better people to make fun of,” Steve said as he settled back on the couch with his second drink. Darcy poured the last of the pitcher of adult beverages into her glass and enjoyed the movie. To her surprise, Steve not only liked it, he laughed ‘til she thought he’d fall off the couch.
“I didn’t think it was that funny,” Darcy said as the credits rolled.
“Maybe not, but clearly it was what I needed,” Steve said. “So what’s next?”
“I was thinking it was probably time to be getting to bed,” Darcy said with a giggle. The phrasing she chose immediately conjured up images of the two of them in bed together. She’d bet that Captain America would be beyond amazing in bed since he was practically perfect in everything else he did. “But not together,” She said to make it clear she hadn’t expected him to join her.
“It’s all right, Darcy,” Steve said with another of those devastatingly handsome smiles. He should totally do that more, she thought. “I knew what you meant.”
“Good,” Darcy said as she stood. She must have made the drinks too strong because she was feeling unsteady on her feet.
“You ok?” Steve asked as he got up and caught her before she fell and hurt herself.
“No, but I will be,” She said.
He hoisted her up into his arms and carried her to her bed. He took off her slippers and put her under the covers.
“Could you stay for a while?” Darcy mumbled. “You’re so warm.”
Steve smiled and sat next to her. “Only for a little while,” he said, blushing and glad she wasn’t looking at him.
She did look up in time to see the blush fade.
“Oh my gosh, you’ve never been alone with a woman in her bed room before have you?” Darcy asked.
“What gives you that idea?” Steve said trying not to sound embarrassed.
“I don’t know,” Darcy said. “But I’m right, aren’t I?”
“You are,” he said. “Just go to sleep. You’ll hate yourself for this in the morning.”
“No I won’t,” Darcy said. She snaked an arm around his neck and pulled him down next to her.
“Darcy,” Steve started to object.
“Relax, Captain,” Darcy said. “I just want to use you as a pillow.” She proceeded to drape herself over him and fall fast asleep.
Steve stayed where he was. He was amused. A drunk Darcy was interestingly bossy. And he here he was finally sleeping with a woman. Literally sleeping with her. Sure he could move at any time but he found it comforting in a way he hadn’t known he’d needed. No one touched him more than necessary to help him up or take his blood or any other task that caused a brief contact of one human to another. He hadn’t had much human contact before Project Rebirth either, not after his mother died. Sure Bucky patted him on the back and occasionally hugged him like all good friends but that had been a long, long time ago. Here in this time, he was more legend than man and no one thought that he’d have the simple needs of all humans to have contact with their fellows in friendly and uncomplicated ways. So while he hadn’t planned on sleeping with Darcy tonight, the fact that he was here and being used as a human pillow was something he was going to enjoy. Simple and uncomplicated touch of one human to another brought a measure of peace that Steve hadn’t even known he needed. And reveling in that peace, he fell asleep.
