5083/Dance Cards

Dance Cards
Date of Scene:	02 August 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	In which Darcy meets Bucky, Bucky tells her he's not allowed to leave HQ and the first thing Darcy does is take him out of HQ, OR This is why Darcy might need to be kept on a leash some days.
Cast of Characters:	Darcy Lewis, Winter Soldier

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Darcy Lewis has posed:
Another workday had come to a close, and Darcy was making use of her Meal Pass to get some dinner in the Food Court. She sat at her usual table by the window, munching as she watched something on her phone, earbuds channeling the sound to her and rendering her deaf to the world around her.

The pencil skirt meant her crossed legs might have been demeaned dangerous by some. Darcy didn't care about things like that. She had her fluffy bunny slippers on. Its smiling face laughing at the five inch platform stillettos that leaned against eachother on a chair next to her. Those shooes looked a pair of tired drunks, balanced percariously in suppport of one another.

Her black blazer was draped over the back of that chair, revealing the white satin tank and bruise on her upper arm. It was a nice purple with yellow on the edges, and just the right size for any number of things: a fist, a doorknob, a tennis ball, the wheel of a roller skate, a small bony shoulder....

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier tended to keep odd hours. He'd only woken up a few hours ago, spent the next two working out in the gym. Freshly showered now, he wore a grey tank-top and drawstring pants with sneakers. The gleaming metal of his left arm stands out, the old Soviet markings still etched into them. They told him they could take them off but he refused. He'd forgotten enough things already.

He sees Darcy and gives her an almost shy nod as he takes a table next to her. His tray is rather spare - plain shredded wheat, a banana, a cup of black coffee. A depressed man's breakfast. He's still not entirely used to being among people. Socializing. Talking. He remembers doing it, but vaguely, the way a child recalls a parent who died when they were young. He can almost touch it. Not quite.

"Hello," he says.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
It's a double take as someone sits near by -- a double take at who it was. The metal arm was distinctive. The shy nod noted. Lips that were red in the way red at the end of the day before reapplication into the nightlife is red pull into a warm smile. Heedless of how much leg gets shown, Darcy stretches her leg out to push out a free chair at her table. A hand lifts to pull on the wire leading to her ear.

"Hi handsome. Don't sit alone," she quips, green eyes flitting to her phone to poke the screen into pausing before tugging out the other earbud.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier notices, of course. He notices everything. That's just the way of him. Burned into his bone, that training that took in the exact shade of her lips, the brand of perfume, the cut of her clothes. He didn't know how he knew things about her, but he did. He could tell what kind of undergarments she wore, if she wore any at all, even through her clothes.

He moves his tray over carefully, brown hair grown long enough to frame his face. "I didn't mean to be rude, I just...I don't know. I don't know how to be," he admits. "I'm..." he starts to introduce himself and then struggles as a dozen names spring to mind, all of them lies. "James." he finally says, carefully.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Her lipstick: ELF Red Carpet. Perfume: Secret Deodorant Cool Lilly and the tiniest bit of sweat. Her clothes were WalMart, Lane Bryant, and Hot Topic all blended into whtever worked. The bra was high0end, underwire, and not a push up, dispite what the cleavage would have anyone think. She was wearing a thong, because there at the line of her hip was the crease of it.

"Grabbing my tits and expecting me to put out without so much as an introduction is about the only way to be rude to me. Well, and forgetting to evac a pet store when you've got the resources to make it happen. But, if it worries you, I can let you know if you're rude to me and I promise I won't get pissy about it," Darcy offers, before beaming warmly at the offered name.

"Darcy. Or Darce. Or Tazer Queen. Or Hey Tits." she rambles, grin turning devilish as she ticks of the nick names in her head. A chuckle and she looks back at James from the slight regard of ceiling she had done. Her eyes flit to his meal.

"Nice to meet you, James, and wow that looks like it'd give me a healthy heart," she quips of his food choices.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier feels almost staggered by her straightforwar manner and can't help but bark a laugh. "I'll go with Darcy for now," he says. Women didn't come as bold and brassy in his day or, at least, not many did. He could see a little Peggy Carter in this one, although with a bit more va-va-voom. If only he could quite remember who Peggy Carter was. He did sometimes. She had red lips, too.

"For years, I lived on a very controlled diet. Gruel, mostly, nutritional supplements. The doctors say I have to...ease into regular food again. Anything too robust might be too much for my system," he says. "I think they might just like watching me suffer."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Doctors are assholes like that. But veg can't be bad for you? Here," Darcy says ass she pushes her plate of everything goes salad at him. Spinach, romaine, tomatoes, broccoli, peas, red onion, red cabbage, carrots, sunflower seeds, bacon bits, lemon juice, and steak. Darcy doesn't usually plan ahead.

"Small bite. And then gimme the names of the jerk-offs that fed a deliciously beefcake like you gruel. I will avenge you," she deadpans. Because -that- is funny, since she is totally NOT on the roster.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier eats carefully, selecting a few modest bites and taking them carefully. He chews slowly and savors the taste. He hasn't really had a lot of good tastes in a long while. "Brezhnev. Kruschev. Stalin. A thousand functionaries of the party apparatchik. KGB thugs," he shrugs. "A list long and many. And most of them only following orders. They didn't think of me as a person. Neither did I. Most of the time."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Mostly red lips purse at the names and information. A political science major with a master's degree, she picks out two of the three names, but fills in where she can pull the list of Apparatchik Party Members. Of course, that was a very long time ago, so it's likely they are dead and gone and there's no point is exactly 'vengence' int eh form of poor food choices on their grandchildren. Ah well. That James thought of himself as a thing is the most pressing, and so that's what she pounces on.

"Well, seeing as you can't force feed zombies kale chips, let's focus on you. Answer me one question. Don't think about the answer. One second window to just blurt out an answer: What's one thing you'd like to do?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier smiles and flexes his cybernetic hand. "Not sure my first thought's an appropriate answer for mixed company," he admits. "Other than the obvious, then, I guess...take a walk? Out in the world? Without handlers or a mission or...someone to kill. To just exist," he says. "I've been on a mission for...longer than you've been alive," he admits.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Being reaonably perceptive, Darcy's eyes flit toward that flexing hand at James gives his answer. Her lips kick up in a mischevious smirk.

"Neither is mine, but I tend to say it anyway. A walk, however, I can totally do," she quips, unfolding her legs and moving to push herself up. She'd eaten enough of her salad to not be starving, and if they were going for a walk, there were plenty of places to grab quick noms if they got hungry again.

"I'm totally not a handler, or a mission, or someone to kill... unless we're talking in the Shakespearean sense. Then, we'd totally have to at least think about dinner and a movie. I put out on the first as long as you're not a total ass hat or give me the weird heebee geebees; You don't, bee tee dub," Darcy rambles, reaching for her stiletto shoes and blazer.

Does she have clearance for this? Probably not. Does she care? Also, probably not.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier isn't entirely sure what kind of code 'bee tee dub' is, but he's still learning all the protocols. He finds himself getting to his feet, the boldness of the woman rubbing off on him even as he feels the prickle of conscience at the back of his neck. He doesn't go out on his own.

"I'm not sure what the Shakespearean sense is, but I am glad I don't give you the 'heebee geebees'," he says. "I guess if it's not permitted, someone will stop us, right?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"'A little death'?" Darcy prompts, bussing her table and taking her dirties toward the rest station.

"You know? Blowing One's Lump? Cleave the Pin? Kick the Beam? Crack the Marbles? Get off? Bust a nut?... An orgasm," Darcy askes, listing a plethora of euphemisms from the 1500s straight through the 1920s and into the 21st century before just calling it what it is. Her words are crisp; a juxtaposition to her shuffling steps. Of course, as James notes that someone will stop them if it's not permitted has her smiling and reaching out to loop her arm through his silver one. Her heels dangle off her fingers, her blazer tossed lazily over a forearm.

"Exactly. And the best way to keep from being stopped is to act like you totally do have permission. Come on, Beefcake. Let's go get some fresh New York City traffic congested air," she states, boldly making her way toward the exit and outside.

Winter Soldier has posed:
His cheeks get redder as she goes along, until he very carefully is not looking at her by the end of it, "My goodness, things really have, uh, become a bit more brash, haven't they? Not that I'm complaining. I was never a shrinking violet or anything like that. I don't think. It's hard to remember who I was sometimes," he says.

He does, however, know precisely how to do what she asks. Treating it as a mission, he keeps his eyes ahead, focused and steady, making it clear that he should be going precisely where he's going. He just tries not to get too focused lest he react violently if they are interrupted.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Yes? No? Maybe? I don't know. I get told that I'm too brazen, a lot. Like.. May totally has The Look any time my mouth runs off without my filter again. So, it could be it's just me," she retorts, looking up at him and those reddening cheeks with a smirking grin. It's when he stares ahead like a robot, that she brings a hand up to poke-poke his ribs.

"Hey," she chirps to get his attention, and when she has it she smiles.

"I'm glad you don't mind, but if I do ever cross a line, just say so, okay? Won't bug me in the slightest."

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier smiles and shakes his head, "No, no, I like it, it just makes me...well, you're a very attractive woman," he admits frankly. "And I believe there's something about sailors not getting shore leave. Well, let's just say I haven't had any time off from work in...a very long time. So I may not be used to such talk, but that isn't the same as disliking it. I guess I'm...rusty," he says.

"I don't think you have to worry too much about offending my sensibilities, though. I'm not an innocent, by any stretch of the imagination."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy smiles up at him, accepting the complement of her looks without a blush but without arrogance. It's like a fact that she's aware of and is glad someone else noticed too.

"Ooh. Yeah. Sailors and needing a harbor now and again. Totes get you, boo," she says with a pat to his shiny forearm as she walks him straight toward the front doors leading out into the great big modern day world beyond the Triskelion.

"Nice to meet you, Rusty. I'm Polish," she quips as she reaches out to shove open those doors on a wink of those dancing green eyes behind her thick framed glasses.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier laughs, "You're quite a card. Are you sure you're in the right business? You could make a killing on Broadway, between the legs and the wit. Plus, less likely to have people shooting at you," he says.

He keeps a calming mantra in his head as he leaves the safe environs of SHIELD HQ, entering the city proper without anyone breathing down his neck. Well, not in the bad way anyway. "I feel like I should know where I am, but I have no idea," he admits.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Ew? Showbiz? No, thank you. I actually had my heart set on taking over a small country. That's what I tell people when they ask 'Why a Political Science degree?' It's like the only thing anyone thinks you can do with that degree is teach, and I am -way- too inappropriate for anything more than a sex-ed class, and even THAT'S questionable," Darcy rambles happily as she shuffles her way down the street, letting her feet carry here that-a-way without having a destination it mind.

"This is Tribeca. Lower Manhattan. If you listen to the bean counters, crimes been on the slow and steady incline in the area lately, but whatever. This place is better than the crazy in Hell's Kitchen," she adds, meandering about topics the way she does the sidewalks of New York.. in bunny slippers. Lord help us if someone thinks about muggy her.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier smiles, "I don't know, I imagine a young man could learn quite a lot with you at the head of the class. Of course, you might have a hard time getting them to look down at their desks," he says.

"Hell's Kitchen. That I remember. Not a good place," he says. He has memories of the streets, when he was a young man, "I didn't grow up there. But I knew people who did."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Yeah... but parents would be unhappy. Which is totally stupid, cause I don't diddle kids. I'm a yes-sexual, thank you very much, and adult is one of the yes's. So, like.... nothing to worry about, but because I have zero fear of talking about blowjobs and cunlingus, I'm a terrible person and should never be around kids. Whatever," Darcy chatters, smirking at the idea of boys not looking at their desks.

"As for the desks part? Well, Somethings don't need notes?" she ventures before just shrugging her shoulders and continuing her shuffle.

"My first apartment was there. A hole in the wall with a hole in the wall. Literally. I didn't grow up there either, but yeah. Totes with you on not a good place. Where are you from, then? If not Hell's Kitchen?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier coughs, "I mean, probably not as a teacher, no. I don't think most parents would approve of blowjob and cunnilingus based homework. At least, I don't think so. I suppose the world could've changed."

At her question, her furrows his brow, "I'm...not sure. My memory is...not the best. And some of the ones I have aren't real. I know that now, but it's still hard to remind myself. My head's sort of a mess," he admits.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"If it changed, I'm totally going back to high school and ace'ing Health," Darcy notes amusely, though with a hint of thoughtfulness maybe. Perhaps she is plotting what kind of homework could be given? Alright class, today's homework is a bit of light reading from tumblr... That still wouldn't go over well.

"It's alright. My apartment's a mess too. And I had a friend, boss? something, whose desk and schedule and head was a mess too. Way too fixated on stars and Einstein-Rosenberg Bridges and ripped homeless guys to be bothered with silly things like breakfast and showers. I got good and helping remind her of things. If you want, I'll help you out now and again. If you don't want, that's fine too."

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier looks at her for a moment, "I have no idea what kind of bridge that is, but it sounds expensive," he says. "But I would definitely like you to remind me of things. You already kind of do, because you're reminding me how it feels to be a human being," he admits. "I don't think I've felt like one for a very long time."

"And if you ever do think about starting up classes, sign me up," he says, falling more easily in stride as he starts to relax.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"It's a space bridge, so yes. Hella expensive. The lead researcher went crazy and so the team lost its funding. SHIELD picked me up a bit after that. I guess me cussing out a senior field agent worked out in my favor," Darcy says on a laugh, before leaning into that metal arm, fingers squeezing it just as if it were a real flesh and blood arm. Nevermind if he might not be able to feel her warmth leaning tinto him, it's the sentiment, the act of seeing her lean into it and trying this prosthetic like the real thing without hesitation that's important to Darcy. She had a month fling with a retired army boy once upon a time. Lost a leg in one of the many ongoing somethings in teh Middle East. He had remarked that that was one of the things that made losing his leg the hardest. People treated it....him... differently. When she heard, she made it a point of treating it just like the rest of him. Then she got that internship.

"I shall be your Remember-All, Rusty," Darcy replies pleasantly, tilting her chin up to smile at James as she shuffles in her houseslippers on a dirty New York sidewalk.

"Or if you need a private tutor. My rates are really reasonable... which just makes me sound like a prostitute, but whatever. It's for educational purposes," Darcy cackles at her own expense.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier does tell the difference between the way she regards him and the way most of the other agents to. The others are usually either afraid or curious or a combination of both. None of them trust him. He doesn't blame them for that. He's done things. He's been the enemy.

He snaps himself out of his self-pitty, though as he feels the pretty girl crushing against his arm, smells the scent of her perfume, hears the noise of traffic. New York in summer. "I'm sure you could teach me a few things," he says, clearing his throat a bit. "Now I worry I'm being a bit too direct."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy's laugh is light and airy and not the slightest bit remorseful of her sexual appetites.

"Nah. You gots nothing to worry 'bout, Boo," she reassures him, one hand waving his throat clear and concern off dismissively.

"I am a ready and willing pupil, happy to do as many practice activities as you think I need to really master a technique," she adds, drifting into a giggle fit once more.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier grins, "Welll, unless things have really changed, I don't think they'll likely smile upon that sort of thing happening out here in the street," he chuckles with amusement, "So I suppose you're stuck giving me a more conventional tour of much less pleasant sights than...well, you." he says. He's not sure what 'Boo' means, but it sounded affectionate and he'll take it.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Yeah. Public indecency is still a thing and I'm pretty sure Momma May would totes frown if I got arrested for it, even if getting busted with you would be SO worth it," Darcy chatters, grinning back. It's nice, this semi-serious teasing flirtatious conversation. It'd been a while since she's done this. The last beefcake went from giving his name to stepping into her personal space like he was going to get her to undress on the sheer virtue of having arms as thick as her thighs and no neck.

"I'm a horrible tour-guide.... 'On your right, you'll see some trash. On your left, literal trash.'" she says in her best Morgan Freeman. Her eyes fell to the right, settling for a heartbeat on some hipsters before they slid to the left where someone missed the public trash can by a solid six feet. Darcy detangles herself from James' arm to bend down and collect the rubbish to carry it to the bin.

"Asshats." Still in her best Morgan Freeman voice.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier narrows his eyes at said hipsters and they at least have sense enough to be spooked. Bucky may have a pretty face, but he's terrorized the globe for most of the 2oth century and a little bit beyond. Some of that weight carries with him, always. He has a predator's eyes.

"Careless," he says. "Believe it or not, the streets seem pretty clean to me. I've seen them worse, once upon a time. But I'm not hazy for the good old days. I think now is better."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Both bit of trash tended to, Darcy returns to James' side, moving to resume her hold on his arm.

"Oh really? That's cool. I guess. I dunno. The hair and make-up then was on -point-. You know what we should totes do? Go dancin'. I got this bomb red dress and new stockin's with my last paycheck, and aint had no one to dress up for. We should totally celebrate, you being you and me being me and us being a mess. And you can tell me if I got the do and the face close enough, kay?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
He smiles, "I don't know what the latest dances are, but a night out on the town sounds good," he says. "I haven't...I mean, I've been to parties and nightclubs, but only when I was...working," he says. A few images splash through his memory - a bloodsoaked discotheque in Morocco. An underground fetish club selling slaves in Germany. A dingy bar in Madripoor and the man with one eye.

"But I'll happily stand there and watch you dance. Anytime."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"You don't know today's dancing. I don't know yesterday's. Sounds like that's a fair trade," Darcy says over his quick jaunt down memory lane. She doesn't seem t realize his mind is elsewhere for that brief moment. Not when he speaks after that slight pause.

"Oh, no. Hell no. You are totally dancing with me. I'm the best dancer. Not like Cha Cha best, but I can shake it, shake it, like I'm supposed to do," she states, head and shoulders bobbing to a rhythm that matches the almost sing-song quality of her final words. This after having bapped lightly at his 'wrist', the metal one. It was just hard enough for her fingers to sting lightly, and she looked down to her hand, shaking her fingers out, before looking back up at James, smiling still and unperturbed seeming.

"Besides. We're trading. You dance with me -my- way. I dance with you -your- way. Fair?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier is enough of a gentleman that his eyes don't linger on too much of the bobbing and bouncing. He runs a hand back through his hair, "I suppose I might remember a step or two, "he says with a crooked smile. "I'll try to keep up. I wouldn't want you embarrass you," he says. "Also, probably need to make sure it isn't the type of place that will react badly to a guest with a metal arm. That or I need to get a longer sleeved shirt."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy's happily nodding and dismissive waving of any clumsiness on his part fade to slwo blink. Her eyes trail to his arm, like she's seeing it as something odd for the first time. She frowns as this then looks back up at his face. Her expression is hard and serious.

"Fuck them." Her words are clear and harsh in a way that is directed away from James completely.

"Fuck them if they don't want you there. Cause, if that's the case, we make it clear we can go somewhere else. And they will be so very sad they turned away a Wounded Warrior," she declares firmly, decisively, protectively.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier raises an eyebrow, "I appreciate the protective sentiment. But I am also a top secret part of a top secret agency, so might be better for just to find something with sleeves rather than kick up a fuss. Even for a good cause," he admits. Still, it's obvious he is touched by her ferocity on the matter.

"Plus, it does tend to scare people a little bit. And I've scared people enough in my life already."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy regards Bucky, head on a tilt as the fierce chihuahua attitude fades on his somewhat soft admission. Her feets are still shuffling along the New York sidewalk, heedless of a destination. Movement is the destination, not ending up anywhere in particular.

"You'd like hot in a tuxedo.. and some clingy underarmor goth thing," she decides, words as sage as her nod, lips spoiling it with a sly smirk that makes her eyes dance.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier chuckles, "I do look good in a tux. It's been a while," he says. His eyes glaze for a moment. Munich, 1985. Picking out an Eastern bloc defector from a crowd of wealthy donors to a children's charity. Pulling him into the cloak room and slitting his throat. Wiping the blood off on the red curtain separator.

"I'm not sure what goth is. Like Visigoth?

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy grins at the chuckle, turning her gaze from him to imagine him in a tux. LIke him, her eyes glaze ever so slightly. The reason is completely different, since she ends up licking her lips at the mental image she created.

"Visi-.. No. emo-goth. All black, pale face. They try way too hard to be a tragic romance, but a few are really good with their tongues. I was with this one goth chick.. Oh, fuck could she work the tongue," Darcy explains, because she's helpful like that.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier can't help but blush a bit at that, although it's clear he has a rather strong and immediate image in his mind. "I think the expression is "I'd like to see that", but I'm not sure that's appropriate, especially when we haven't even been dancing yet," he says.

"I do like black and leather, but usually it comes with a mask and several bandoliers of high velocity ammunition.'

Darcy Lewis has posed:
That blush is fucking adorable! Darcy smiles at it, a cat with a canary. She chuckles warmly that he opts for not appropriate when she had mentioned that she really wasn't appropriate a lot of the time.

"Well, then we go dancing," Darcy says as if that was the most reasonable solution. Of course, that he remarks the black and the leather, Darcy smiles and decides to ignore the commen of the ammunition.. .mostly.

"Well, I know dance places where black and leather is totally the dresscode. The mask can be later."

Winter Soldier has posed:
He nods, "Not many people likely to recognize me anyway. I haven't spent much time in New York in a long time. And, like I said, I've worn a mask a lot," he says.

"I'm entirely in your hands," he says and there is a playful hint to his tone as he said it. "I have no plans. No schedule. I'm entirely free and, if I'm not, I'm pretty sure they can find me pretty fast."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Entirely in her hands. Her smile is devious, and she pats his arm with a hand.

"Ooooooooh, I'm gonna have -so- much fun with this," Darcy cackles lightly, somewhat villianously. Not really. Because her nerfarious plans have very little to do with ACTUAL world domination.

"Alright. We'll need some clothes and a Lyft," she says. If it were not for her tone, light and playful and eager and slightly maniac, those words could sound like any agent preppnig for an op.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier nods, "Seems simple enough. Lyft is the ride-sharing program, correct? Accessible by cellphone?" he says, as someone who's only learned about it through briefings and never actually used it.

"I have some funds on a card, for my personal use. One thing about SHIELD, at least they pay you properly."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
James knows about Lyft and cell phones. Nice! Darcy smiles up at him, happy about it, and lifts her phone for him to see.

"You got it," Darcy says on a wink, pausing to take her arm back so she can two-thumb her phone. Digital native, this on,e, using the device with ease.

"Yeah. Properly if you don't have student loans and mass amounts of personal debt to pay off. Do you knwo the balance? Cause I've got a little bit of disposal money righ tnow. Not enough to do the whole take you out, buy you anything you wanted, and show you The Time, but... we could get a few things, eat on the cheap, and hit a sleezy dance club."

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier smiles, "I never minded a bit of sleaze," he says with a smile. "I've been on the wrong side of the Iron Curtain for a very long time, back when there was such a thing. In many places, the only clubs were underground, the only pleasures illicit. Not that I was allowed any. But sometimes the people I would hunt did. And then I had to blend," he says.

He doesn't even attempt to do anything with his phone. He doesn't even have it with him, it's sitting in its charger back on his nightstand.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Doesn't mind sleeze, Iron Curtain -- Thank God Darcy studies Political Science and History, huh? -- Darcy's lips purse on the information she's gathering on the man with her.

"Well, tonight you're hunting me, you're allowed all the pleasures you like, blend or not I don't care, and my safe word is 'rabbit'," Darcy states as she finishes calling for the Lyft. Her eyes pull from the tiny screen, lips scretching in a wide, too angelic to be angelic, smile.

"That cool? Or do you want something more low-key?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
He grasps her wrist and pulls her a bit into him, drawing her shorter frame up against his chest, "Be careful what you give permission," he says. "You don't know me very well yet. And you don't know how I'd treat my prey," he says.

"But I'll remember your signal, if we have use of it. And anywhere you can go, I will go with you."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
She hadn't expcted him to pull her as he did. She squeaked lightly, free hand coming up to 'caught' herself on his chest. Her chin tipped up to meet his gaze as a ripple of adrenaline spiked down her spine and pulled color to her cheeks. He was strong, and feral, every bit the predator for all that he was sweet and blushed easily.

"I'm not afraid of getting a little rough and tumble," she replies, that blush still playing on her cheeks, a hint of fear narrowing her pupils and bringing her heartrate up a little faster. And yet, her gaze stayed steady and level. A spike of fear, but she wasn't backing down.

"Just don't land me in Medical, and know that I bruise easily, so try to keep them off my face. I'd rather not need to nurse a shiner tomorrow," Darcy challenges. No. She doesn't know him. But he's promised to remember her signal. He has wholes in his memory. He's a hunter. He's never been able to be FREE. That is the worst tragedy here, and if she had to use her safe word, well... it'll tell her one thing about him: She can trust him because he respected it, or she can't because he didn't. For the moment, Darcy is willilng to bet on Respect.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier seems to be reading her face, his eyes intent and unreadable as he takes her in. He takes her in as a man and as a soldier alike, his training measuring the speed of her reaction, the training of her posture. But also admiring the way the skin grows flush along her cheeks and at the top of her chest, the way her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she holds herself steady against him. Not backing down.

"Good," he says, releasing her wrist again before someone starts feeling a need to intervene on the street. "I'm not all rough edges. I like pillows as much as the next man. I just don't want you thinking I'm not dangerous, because I am. Even to myself."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy rocks her weight back but doesn't stumble bac like she was afraid of him. In truth, she was a little, but in that way the kink likes to be afraid. She flexed her hand once before rubbing at her wrist. She didn't seem upset or shocked or acandalized. What are finger-shaped bruises on her wrist but an excuse to make someone feel awkward about assuming she was a domestic violence victim? She knew that if she did find herself in that horrible position, she wasn't a wilting flower to hide from it. She worked for SHIELD. She was friends with Romanov and Barton and May and Rhodes and Cap ...and Thor. Darcy was friends with an honest to God fucking Norse God. She didn't need to be frightened of some domestic violence stronger than her in the moment. Darcy smiled brightly then.

"Same. Everyone's capable of being dangerous. I have too much to drink and then get behind a wheel? I'm dangerous. I over react at something and level my tazer but miss and hit someone with a heart condition? I'm dangerous. I typo, and send the wrong email to the wrong person, and I'm dangerous. I get that you mean you're like rah-crush-skulls dangerous... but if you're going to kill me, you're going to kill me. I hope you won't, because I like you, and I'd really like to go dancing with you, but if you try I know that I'll fight. I'll probably lose, but that's not going to stop me from figthing anyway," Darcy says, knowing that sometimes things are just a matter of perspective.

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Winter Soldier nods, "I wouldn't expect any less. But I have no reason to do such a thing. I certainly wouldn't want to. I hope to never kill anyone again. I just have my doubts about that being a possibility. Some solutions only come with a bullet and there's never a shortage of people looking to make me into a gun," he says.

"But. Enough of that. I'd rather try to have fun with you than spend another day wallowing in self-pity."

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She watches him, listens, and when he pushes on, Darcy reaches up to toss her arms about his shoulders. Going up to top toes while trying to pull him down to her, Darcy seeks to press her lips to his. A promise: Not to make him into anything other than what he'd like to be in the moment.

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He find himself drawn down until his mouth finds hers, feeling her press up against him. His arms slip around and cradle the small of her back, providing a little extra lift to help her reach the rest of the way up his lean frame. She can feel him intake a deep breath as he does so, allowing himself to actually experience it properly, not just use it as a mean, not just calculate how long it would distract a target or obscure him from a foe. Just on how nice it felt to have a beautiful woman in his arms.

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Kiss initiated, Darcy lets it linger for as long as James wants it to. She inhales and exhales on a sigh throughher nose. A hand lifts, the one without the phone, coming up off his shoulders, away from his neck...
    ...to her face so she can pull off her glasses. Kissing like this while wearing glasses suck. The frames get bent and the lenses get smudged, and they dig into your FACE. They getting into a kiss with a hard bit of plastic digging into the bridge of YOUR nose! See how you like it.

Glasses removed, Darcy returns her hands to where it was, now just holding her glasses, and melts into his frame.

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Bucky tilts his head and fits his mouth against hers. His hand is strong against her back, letting her feel his strength. And that's in his human arm. His mouth works firmly at hers, a hint of tongue flicking back at her lips before he takes a moment to catch a breath.

"I do not know how long it takes for a Lyft to arrive. But I wouldn't object to kissing you the entire time we wait."

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The man is strong all over. It makes Darcy shudder, lips pulling up in a smile as she too takes a moment to breath again. His lips left her lightheaded, and her eyes open. Her eyes are still green, still bright, but even this close, they are unfocused giving her this dreamy sort of quality as she stares at the blurry blob in front of her that she knows as James.

"App said about twenty minutes," she replies, tone an invitation, permission, to use all of fifteen or so that remain.

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To which he looks around for a moment and laughs, "I miss phone booths," he says. He tugs her at least a little out of the main sidewalk traffic, into an alcove of a small brownstone. People might go by going in and out, but they're half in shade and won't just be blocking people walking their dogs.

At which point he presses her against the wall and resumes kissing her with a firmness and a ferocity and a very definite set of skills.

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"You mean like a TARDIS?" Darcy quips in reply. 21st Century child, has never seen a phone booth in her life except on Netflix.

"I've heard they are roomier inside than they look on the outside," she adds while she goes with him. Blind, unable to see where they're headed, Bucky could just be taking her anywhere, it could be dangerous for her, and still Darcy goes without the slightest hesitation.

When she'd pressed against teh wall, Darcy grunt-moans, sighing and parting her lips to him; a welcome of sorts. No shame in PDA. Not even remorse.

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Semi-public, at least, with the bit of cover they have, but not a bit of restraint from him at the same time. He nibbles on her lower lip, caresses a hand along her jaw, holds her steady beneath the pressure of his weight until he gives her a moment to catch her breath, resting his forehead against hers.

"I'm not sure what a TARDIS is. But I don't particularly care right now either."

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"It's a- Nevermind. We'll binge somewho back at my place later," Darcy replies breathlessly against his lips as he gives her a moment to rest. The world was spinning oh so pleasantly, her lips feeling swollen from his attention. The feel of his hand at her jaw, at her /throat/, quickened her pulse further, has made her gasp and then whimper a moan into his mouth.

Public? What public? Oh, right. Cars, public. Stupid public.

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And as things get heated, an unmarked sedan pulls up to the curb. A bland man in a bland suit gets out and nods to the pair.

"Mr. Barnes. Your presence is requested."

She can see the cold fury in his eyes as he breaks the kiss from her and looks at the man. Always a hand on the back of his neck. "I'll find you again. For dancing. And more." he says, squeezing her fingers in his before he answers the call.

"You, too, ma'am." the flunky says, extending an arm for her to join them in the car back to HQ.

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No, actually. Darcy can't see the codl fury in his eyes. She can't even really SEE his eyes all that well. But she can /feel/ it on him.

In his defense, it bothers her too. The man is an amazing kisser, and they had just started and... Darcy puts her glasses back on, glaring at the agent and his badge.

"Don't fucking ma'am me, Hyadenson. I know what your favorite pens are," Darcy retorts, just letting the annoyance ride high. All putent pouts and huffs, Darcy pointedly ignores teh offered arm in favor of taking James's. She inhales and straightens, and walks like a damn socialite toward teh government issue car.

"Not if I find you first," she promises.