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Darcy was up the next morning, pressing a kiss to Phil’s temple and mumbling something about coffee as she made her way out of the bed. She threw on Hulk pajama bottoms and an oversized shirt with Captain America’s shield painted on the front as she opened her, no, it was their bedroom door now, and turned back to gaze at Phil’s sleeping form for a few seconds. He was relaxed and stealing her pillow to snuggle it in against his chest.
She’d kissed the scar on his chest last night, her hands shaking a tiny bit as she brushed them over his shoulders and asked him not to disappear. She wouldn’t have been able to get out of bed this morning if this had all just been a dream. She was still half afraid it would turn out that way, though. She closed the door to the room, breaking her line of site with the well toned back of one Agent Coulson. It was always nice to strip him out of his suits and find all that muscle underneath. Like unwrapping a Christmas present.
Hands rubbed against her eyes, knocking her glasses up her forehead, as she turned into the kitchen and bumped into a wide chest. She mumbled an apology and yawned as she went around him. Steve was usually the only one who was up this early in the morning, they had a routine at this point.
“Morning.” The masculine voice cut through the sound of liquid pouring into a cup. Darcy glanced up at the tall young man (if you didn’t count the years where he was a capsicle he wasn’t much older than she was). His smile was fond as he looked down at her.
“Good morning.” She reached for the second cup she’d brought and then paused for a moment before pulling her hand back and feeling a smile spread across her face. Phil could use the sleep, she’d make his coffee when he got out here.
“I figured you’d still be in bed.” Steve noted, drinking his own coffee and hopping up to sit on the counter. Darcy turned and cocked an eyebrow at him and Steve cleared his throat when he realized how that had sounded. He didn’t blush though, he was getting used to the comments of his fellow residents.
“I was afraid it would all be gone when I woke up, you know?” She sipped her coffee and stared at the empty cup she’d pulled out for Phil.
“Yeah, I know.” Steve responded after a moment, also staring at that cup. He had gone down expecting to die saving the world. Instead he’d woken up 70 something years later and everyone he’d loved had died.
Darcy hopped up on the counter and sat next to the big guy, leaning her head against his upper arm (he was too tall for her to use his shoulder). She didn’t say anything, what could you say about something like that? She wouldn’t promise she would always be here for him. She wouldn’t promise things wouldn’t happen like that again. She couldn’t promise him much of anything, really. So she didn’t.
“I’m glad he’s back.” The soldier told her after a few minutes of comfortable silence. A smile tugged it’s way across her face. It was a smile of delight and wonder and just a pinch of fear.
“Me too, Steve.” The words were half whispered and then broken off at the end by laughter as she hopped off the counter and set down her coffee before jumping up and down in place with a huge smile and more laughter spilling from her lips.
“You said coffee?” Phil voice was plaintive as he walked in the door, now wearing plain checkered pants and a blue shirt. Darcy threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his insistently. One of his hand slid into her long black curls and the other wrapped snuggly around her waist.
“I did, didn’t I?” She pulled back her head and shoulders to smile into his face, his hands still holding her close.
“Good morning, Steve.” Phil offered when he spotted the big man on the counter slowly sipping his own coffee and looking anywhere but their general direction.
“Good morning, Phil.” Steve cleared his throat and nodded over to the other man, relaxing a touch as Darcy disentangled herself from the other man. It hadn’t seemed right to watch such an intimate moment.
“Coffee!” Darcy bounced over to the pot and poured it into the cup she’d set aside, carefully stirring in two scoops of sugar before handing it to Phil and grabbing her own cup for a refill.
“You remembered.” Phil’s face was one of affection as he sipped at the hot liquid. Darcy smiled fondly back.
“I never forgot.”