he calls her baby

[merideath]

Title: he calls her baby
author: Merideath
Fandom: Avengers (2012), Thor (Movies)
Rating: T
Relationship: Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers
Characters: Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers
Summary: Conversations while waiting for Agent Coulson or the one where Darcy teases Steve about his shield.


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"So...Cap," Darcy says, tapping her fingers on his shield as they stand in the hallway waiting for Coulson to arrive.

"Is there something I can do for you, Miss Lewis?" Steve asks as he pushes his cowl back and runs his hand through his sweaty hair.

"I was just wondering if you take 'Baby' to bed with you every night?" Darcy asks. Eyes sparkling with glee, she quirks an eyebrow up over the top of her glasses.

"Barton or Stark?" Steve sighs. Scratching the back of his head, he tries to will away the embarrassment of calling his shield 'baby'. It doesn't really work.

"Stark. You know Son of Coul says I'm not allowed to play with the assassins after the paintball incident. So, Baby?"

Steve watches her fingers slide down to slowly trace the star on his shield. His 'baby'. He imagines her fingers tracing stars over his skin and sparks lick across his skin, ricochet down his spine, before settling low in his belly.

"She's a little cold in the sack," Steve replies dryly, the corners of his mouth twitching up. Darcy startles, eyes darting up to meet his before a slow grin spreads across her cherry painted lips.

"That's a shame," Darcy says, eyes shining behind the lenses of her glasses.

"A terrible shame," Steve agrees with a small nod.

"You should find something a little warmer. I might have a teddy you can borrow," Darcy says as her Starkphone starts buzzing frantically in her pocket. She pulls the phone out, frowns at the screen and shoves it back.

"Bit old to sleep with a teddy bear."

"Mhmm. I'm sure you'll find just the right thing, Goldilocks," Darcy smirks. She raps her knuckles lightly on his shield.

He's pretty damn sure he found the right thing, but he isn't going to say that.  "Maybe I could use some help," he says lowly, eyes locked onto Darcy’s. She sucks in a sharp breath, searching his eyes, and drags her teeth across her bottom lip.

"Well, maybe I can be of service.”