Summary: While watching Pirates of the Caribbean, Darcy and a few Avengers have some pirate-themed dreams.
Pairings/ Characters: Clint Barton/ Darcy Lewis; Steve Rogers/ Sif; Natasha Romanoff/ James 'Bucky' Barnes
A/N: So this takes place a number of months after Love Is An Embarrassing Thing and a few months before Pain Au Chocolat. I'm working on a fic that takes place right after Love is... but this was mostly written up and I've wanted to post it for a while. So, have some fluff to remind you why we love Clint and Darcy. They've worked through a good number of their issues by this point.
A/N2: Just so you know, each chapter following is going to focus on a different couple, as it's going to be the dreams of each person.
Also, the rating will likely go up when we reach Clint's dream. Just a warning ;)

After a short debriefing with Coulson, Clint snuck out of SHIELD and headed over to Stark Tower. Assuming that there is no invasion of any sort, he probably won't be missed at all. That morning, Darcy had an appointment to get her wisdom teeth removed. Very procedure but that didn't mean Clint wasn't going to worry. He hated knowing she was hurt, even if the pain was from an unavoidable dentist appointment. It kept Clint up late at night sometimes, waking up sweaty from nightmares, dwelling over the potential Darcy had to get injured. While Clint was one of the more squishy ones on the Avengers team, he still had years of training and experience under his belt. Darcy was pretty much a walking target and that unsettled him. It had become a bit of a habit for him to just check in on her to make sure she was all right, even when he knew she hadn't got into a freak accident on her way to lunch. How deep Clint's feelings for Darcy ran scared him but he'd got much better at not completely panicking and freaking out over it.

He was glad he had finally been able to convince Darcy to move into Stark Tower last month. Not only was she much closer to him most of the time (making it easier for him to fall into bed next to her after work) but he could leave for missions with a little more piece of mind over her safety. Also, it meant that at times like this, Darcy would be more comfortable, get medical assistance faster if need be and that it was easier for Clint to sneak over from SHIELD HQ.

Clint was very acquainted with Darcy's apartment- he had spent more time there than he had in his own apartment this past month. To be honest, he was surprised it took her this long and his constant nagging to get Darcy to move. Her new apartment was much nicer than her smaller one bedroom. Though, it seemed Tony would do anything to please Happy's daughter.

The fact that Darcy was Happy's daughter still surprised Clint at times. Well, it was more that she apparently grew up in close quarters to 'Uncle Tony' and the idea that Tony was considered anyone's uncle or semi-parental figure was a scary thought. But Clint tried not to dwell on that. She seemed to have had a very happy childhood which was much more than he could say for himself.

It was nearing one thirty now and Clint decided to buy some soup for Darcy's lunch. He wasn't sure just how hungry she'd be after the surgery but she loved the butternut squash soup from the small cafe down the block and he'd like to think he'd become a pretty dutiful boyfriend as of late. Even if they were pretty good, he occasionally felt the need to score some brownie points for that short period of being a complete douche to her. They were still keeping the relationship a secret but he had become a little more reckless. More stolen kisses at work and 'accidental' run ins so he could caress her lightly without others knowing. And now, nursing her at Stark Tower.

JARVIS let Clint into her apartment without trouble and he heard the sounds of a film playing in Darcy's room. Stopping at the kitchen to pour the soup in a bowl, Clint made his way towards her room.

"Hey ba-uh Steve?" Both Clint and Steve frowned in confusion. Clint took a moment to take the scene in, mouth gaping slightly. On the bed, Darcy is sleeping, swollen face smashed against a pillow that is pressed against Steve's side and she's hugging both the pillow and a bit of Steve's waist. A pang of jealousy shot through Clint, as he repeated to himself that he was not jealous of Steve. There was nothing more than friendship between Darcy and Steve, also a bit of hero worship on Darcy's part. They'd taken the time to discuss the relationships with Natasha and Steve and everything was fine in that department. Still, finding Darcy in bed with her arms around Steve and his hand stroking her hair wasn't really helping matters. She was drooling though, so that took away any harsh sting. But, it should be him that she drooled on when she was heavily medicated.

"Oh, hello Clint," Steve said softly, shifting a bit under Darcy's grip. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought I'd bring her some lunch," Clint placed the soup down on the bedside table. "What are you doing here?"

"Keeping her company and sticking around in case she needs something. Happy couldn't stay because he had to take Tony to some meeting downtown. And she wanted me to catch up on some of her top movie picks" said Steve, nodding his head over to the windows that doubled as a large screen where a film-noir style movie was playing. Clint recognised Humphrey Bogart on the screen pointing a gun at someone.

"That's nice of you."

"Bringing her lunch was swell of you too," Steve smiled his boy scout smile, making Clint a little guilty at feeling jealous.

"Yeah well, she probably would have done the same for one of us," Clint mumbled, shrugging. He decided to take a seat at the edge of the bed and wondered if it would look inappropriate to Steve if he placed his hand on Darcy's ankle. "Has she been sleeping since she got home?"

"She's been in and out. I convinced her into taking some medicine about half an hour ago but the movie put her to sleep again. She's been talking some in her sleep though," Steve's brow furrowed and he looked a little concerned. "Do you happen to know anyone named Ewan McGregor?"

"Pretty sure he's an actor," Clint raised a curious eyebrow. "Why? What has she been saying?"

"Oh, um, something about marriage and uh...well she woke up once to ask me to tell him she was sorry she'd be late for their ah, sex date? She mentioned Johnny Depp as well but I knew he was an actor," explained Steve, embarrassed at his mix up. "I don't know, I guess I was worried she was seeing someone and wasn't telling us."

"Everyone has their secrets," Clint said, clearing his throat.

"Yeah but if she's dating someone, I'd like to know. Make sure he's a decent guy. That he's treatin' her right. That...that he'd good enough for her. Wouldn't you want to know?"

Clint tried to nod noncommittally, thinking about a lighter topic to steer the conversation towards. Something that didn't make him think about all the times he still doubted whether or not Darcy would leave him for someone better. Or that Captain America was judging and disapproving of him. The only thing he could thing of was that Darcy seemed to have quite a few sex dreams about Ewan McGregor almost to the point where it was kind of funny (Uma Thurman starred in many of Clint's dreams so it wasn't like he felt betrayed by dream Darcy by this point).

"Mind if I stay and watch a few movies with you two?" Clint said instead and started to move over to Darcy's other side. He really wasn't going to give Steve the chance to say no but he thought asking was the nicer thing to do. In addition to a subject change. Just as he settled in, Natasha walked into the room with a thermos. She looked started to find both Clint and Steve there.

"Hello," she said, slightly upset at being caught in a sentimental moment.

"What ya got there?" Clint asked, pointing at the thermos.

"Borsht. Thought Darcy could use some cold soup," Natasha said stiffly, looking at the still steaming butternut squash soup on the bedside table with distaste.

"Cold soup? Who likes cold soup? With beets? Borscht is nasty," Clint teased.

"People who have had oral surgery like cold soup. Darcy happens to like beets and it's healthy. She's not supposed to have anything too hot or it could irritate the lacerations. Or didn't you know that when you brought this boiling hot soup?" she shot back, insulted on behalf of her soup offerings.

"I was gonna to wait till it was lukewarm," defended Clint.

"Ugh, wh-ah, mmmeph," Darcy started to stir uncomfortably. All three Avengers leaned their head towards her and accidently scared Darcy when she opened her eyes.

"Wh-why are you here?" Darcy somehow garbled out with gauze in her mouth.

"Don't worry about us. Everyone wanted to check up on you," Clint assured, helping her move away from Steve's lap to sit up against a large pile of pillows and making sure she was lightly leaning against him.

"I think it's time you get that gauze out. The bleeding should be manageable by now. At least according to the instructions," Steve pulled a sheet of paper from out of the drawer on the table next to him and skimmed through it. As he took another look, Natasha picked up the trash bin and held it out so Darcy could pull out the blood soaked gauze pads.

"You sure she doesn't need any more. That's a lot of blood," Clint said, not wanting to risk anything.

"Yeah, it says here that we should take out the gauze when she gets home and only use more if excessive bleeding starts up again. And if that's the case call the oral surgeon up. Hey Darcy, do you want me to refill your ice pack?" Darcy answered with a drowsy nod.

"I'll refill it," Natasha offered, taking the bag from Steve and heading towards the kitchen. "Darcy, do you want any soup?"

"Because I bought you some butternut squash," Clint cut in but Darcy shook her head no and shifted so she was a little closer to him. That made Clint preen a bit, as he ignored the fact that three Avengers had somehow become awkward helpers in the blink of an eye. If he thought about it though, taking care of someone because of a normal surgical procedure was a lot easier than taking care of people in the middle of an alien invasion. It was a simple way to satisfy their hero complexes without major damage.

"My borsht is better!" called Natasha.

"Pirates," she said weakly.

"Pirates?" Clint repeated.

"I believe Miss Darcy is referring to the Pirates of the Caribbean movie franchise, which she asked me to add to her movie queue before surgery this morning. She mentioned Captain Sparrow's antics being a comfort when she is ill," JARVIS answered promptly.

"She's been trying to get me to see them," Steve added, getting comfortable on the bed again.

"Then Pirates of the Caribbean it is," shrugged Clint, kicking off his shoes. He glanced over at Steve and saw that his attention was on the door, so Clint chanced reaching down and squeezing Darcy's hand. She smiled groggily at him but Natasha started to walk through the door. Once Darcy was comfortable with an ice pack on her cheek and Natash perched on the other side of Clint, JARVIS started up the movie queue.

The movies were awesome. Clint had seen one or two but not all four of them. Steve, who hadn't seen them and was picky with modern movies, was actually impressed and laughed at a lot of the jokes. One by one, everyone started to fall asleep. Darcy would fall in and out of consciousness, mostly to see where they were at in the marathon and put in an opinion such as Tia Dalma being badass (Natasha agreed). Other than Darcy, the first to nod off was Steve, then Natasha. As he stroked Darcy's hair and watched her sleep with an affectionate smile, Clint also let sleep take over.