Darcy had just gotten back from her lunch break, and she was relieved to find that Jane was in exactly the same place she had left her. The only change was the empty plate of food that had been full before. Jane hummed a song and typed away on her computer, stopping occasionally to sip her coffee.
“Hey Darcy,” she said, not looking up. “Could you do me a quick 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-”
“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 a clue what she was asking Darcy to do.
“I just need you to ask him 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 to him over a much longer period of time to avoid any awkward mess ups.
Darcy went to her desk and whipped out her phone. She went to her messages and typed Steve’s number in. 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. She went back to her daily tasks without thinking so much about what his response might be or when she’d get it.
Her phone buzzed not 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. The little phone symbol shook as the ringing continued.
“Aren’t you going to answer it?” Jane called out.
Darcy did so without thinking. She’d caught him mere seconds before the call would’ve mercifully gone to voicemail. Her only choices now were to hang up on him or talk to him.
“Hey Steve,” she said, trying her best to sound like everything was normal. “You get my message?”
She could hear masculine laughter in the background, and a light growl of annoyance from Steve.
“Er- yes, I got your message.” Whatever was making him uncomfortable, he clearly had no shame in it. “That’s why I called, I- Bucky shut up! Stop laughing!- sorry, I just 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, but I don’t really understand why you would ask me for… for this.”
“Hey, 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 a very long time. Darcy checked twice that they hadn’t been cut off, but the call timer just kept ticking off seconds.
“Darcy, do you know what your message said?”
She was going to roll her eyes and tell him that of course she knew, she wrote it and read it herself… except she hadn’t read it. She’d just sent it. Without dropping the call, Darcy went to her sent and clicked on the first message.
‘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.
“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 deathly silence was the beeping of Jane’s computer, and Bucky Barnes, still in hysterics.
