Someone had to do it. Darcy/Bucky/Steve zombie AU

Damn supervillains. Darcy had been looking forward to a nice relaxing, slightly romantic getaway. Only a supervillain would be so vindictive as to kill (sort of) an entire island nation's population, just to get revenge against one man.

When Steve had been invited by the government of the island nation of Trinidad to visit, in a show of diplomacy, he'd reluctantly accepted. After being told he could bring his two lovers with him, his mood improved considerably, and he'd eagerly given Darcy and Bucky the news. Bucky wasn't terribly excited about it, but Darcy more than made up for it with her enthusiasm. They'd hopped onto a Quinjet and went their merry way.

At the outside festival meant to honor Captain America, Johann Schmidt, the crazed leader of Hydra who had apparently not disintegrated after being exposed to the full power of the Tesseract in the 1940s, crashed the festivities. He popped up beside the small stage that had been set up, and grabbed the prime minister of Trinidad. Darcy didn't know who the crazy man was, but Steve and Bucky did, if their spitting curses were any indication. But before any action could be taken, Schmidt plunged a hypodermic needle into the prime minister's neck, and then made his escape via helicopter while everyone was rushing to assist their leader.

Steve and Bucky tracked him until they hit water, and then returned. Both of them were angry, but Steve especially so.

Darcy tried to calm him, but Steve was in full Captain mode, pacing angrily while staring at the crowd of medical people surrounding the prime minister. So much for diplomatic relations. The prime minister had been attacked right under Captain America's nose, so that wouldn't go over well. Bucky was thinking the same thing, she noticed, because he was rapidly scanning the area. And indeed, there were military type people slowly moving toward them, trying to look nonchalant about it.

It was about to become very tense when one of the medical personnel tending to the prime minister uttered a short yelp, drawing everyone's attention. Darcy looked up, just in time to see the prime minister go from lying prone on the ground to lunging up and fastening his teeth on the throat of the nearest person.

"What the hell?" Bucky muttered.

Whatever 'it' was appeared to be a cascading effect. Anyone bitten reeled for a minute or two, and then attacked whoever was closest to them.

Darcy just stared as every zombie movie she'd ever seen unfolded right in front of her eyes. There was no doubt that those affected were zombies. Gone was any semblance of sanity or personality. They hungered for flesh and blood.

"Maybe we should get out of here," she suggested in a small voice, as the number of zombies began to outweigh the normal people. The change was so quick!

Steve was already pulling his shield from behind his back. "Get to the Quinjet," he ordered tersely. "I have to try to save those that are left."

Hell no. "Steve, no."

"Get her out of here, Buck."

Darcy shrieked in protest when Bucky grabbed her arm and began dragging her toward the Quinjet. Her eyes stayed glued to Steve's outline as he called for the normal people to come to him. No one reached him. They were pulled down and turned within minutes and then the crowd was surging toward Steve.

Bucky pulled her into the Quinjet, barking tense instructions to the pilot. The engine purred to life, even as Steve sprinted toward them. The jet began rising, and Steve leaped up to catch the edge of the hatch and pull himself in. Darcy screamed when one of the zombies seized his leg and latched on, teeth tearing at the material.

Steve kicked the zombie loose and pulled himself into the jet, slapping a hand on the console to close the hatch. Darcy's eyes were glued to the blood dripping down Steve's leg. He'd been bitten.

Bucky saw it too, and drew a gun, pointing it at Steve's head. Steve didn't move, jaw clenched and hands fisted, waiting. Staring at the two people he loved, watching them until the end. Darcy saw the change begin, saw his eyes redden, and his mouth start to snarl. But then he shook his head, and his eyes faded back to blue. Bucky watched intently for several more minutes, then lowered and holstered his gun.

Steve lowered his shield to the floor of the jet. The wound in his leg had already stopped bleeding. He shrugged. "Apparently, the serum prevents zombie-ism."

Darcy huffed out a slightly hysterical laugh, and threw herself into his arms. "You idiot!" she accused shrilly. "You're not allowed to leave me and Bucky. What would we do without you?" She slapped a hand against his chest angrily, and then pressed her forehead to it.

Steve smoothed a hand over the back of her head, other arm circling her and holding her tight. "I had to try to save them, Darce. You know that."

She looked up at him in time to see Bucky punch him right in the mouth. With the metal hand, which meant Bucky was very angry. Steve reeled back a step, blood blooming on his mouth, and then Bucky was wrapped around both of them. He'd seemed so emotionless during the whole thing, but Darcy could feel his heart hammering against her shoulder, and his rapid breathing against her neck.

"You're an asshole, Steve," he hissed.

"Yeah, I love you too, Buck."