Notes: I had this huge break on this story...

Sorry about that.

I challenged myself to update all my works between now and April.

I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 4

"Darcy?"

Fuck this shit. She was just going to jump from the window now.

"I think you're overreacting, doll."

Did she say that out loud?

"Yep. And this last part too." Steve's voice was amused.

Darcy took a deep breath before turning to look at the two super soldiers in her kitchen and, -fuck it all to motherfucking hell –they were both shirtless.

"I think you have something here, doll." Bucky drawled, pointing at his own chin.

Asshole. She wasn't drooling. At least she thought so.

"Shut up, Barnes." She replied, but she could feel herself blushing.

Bucky –the jerk –was still smirking, but Steve had sobered up. "Darce…"

"Okay, it's time for you two to go!" Darcy declared with false cheeriness. "It was lovely fucking… I mean SEEING! It was lovely seeing you."

Could Thor send a lightning bolt to fry her now, pretty please?

Bucky snickered and Steve sighed. She wondered how the hell she got herself in this kind of situation.

She was pretty sure she had everything under control, being just friends with both of the guys she was crushing on so hard that it was a bit embarrassing.

Darcy had never been the kind of girl that liked many guys at the same time. She was the type that would draw hearts and write Ms. Darcy Whatever until it either went away, or something real happened.

When she moved to the Tower with Jane and met Steve, that was what she was feeling. Thinking about him all the time, dreaming about his amazing butt and picnics on flower fields. She had felt a bit silly, but he was dreamy and a great guy. Sue her for getting a crush.

But she got it. Steve was way out of her league, so much in fact they weren't even playing the same sport. So she became friends with him. Great friends. Best friends.

Then Bucky came back.

Steve had been somewhere between desperate and exhilarated when his best friend came back. He became 100% focused on helping Bucky recovering, with barely time for anything else. And Darcy wanted Steve to be happy so badly that she jumped on the same wagon.

One long and frustrating year later Bucky was back to stay. And Darcy had a second crush.

This could be the end of a great friendship and Darcy wasn't ready for this –much less the conversation she could see Steve wanted to have –she needed to leave and regroup.

"Well, you guys know your way around." She said brightly, squeezing her way between them. "I'll just go to my room and…" She hadn't taken three steps from them when she felt hands on her waist and her feet left the ground. She squealed –and dear Lord, that's undignified – but had no time to do anything else before she was thrown over somebody's shoulder, like a fucking sack of potatoes.

"Bucky!" She screeched, because this was so typical of him, the caveman!

Then she heard Bucky's warm chuckle and raised her head, finding him standing there, looking mighty amused by the scene. "Sorry, doll. This time, it isn't me."

Darcy felt her mouth falling open. "Steve?" She called shocked. How was that possible? Steve was the civilized one! What had the world come to if you couldn't even trust the embodiment of Justice and Freedom? Traitor!

"Sorry, Darce." The asshole didn't sound sorry at all. "But we need to talk."

He turned and started walking and the only thing in that direction was Darcy's room. She wasn't mentally prepared to talk to them in that place, because stuff happened there and they were shirtless! So Darcy took a split second decision and grabbed onto the door frame.

"Wait a second!" She demanded, holding on for dear life.

Bucky was guffawing –hands on his belly and everything –but at least Steve had stopped walking. "Seriously, Darcy?" He sighed tiredly.

"We can talk in the kitchen." She hurried to explain. "Sitting on chairs, like the polite people that we aren't."

"You promise not to run?" Steve asked serious.

"Where to?" Darcy fumed. "The two of you can get me in a second."

"Darcy…" Oh, this was his Captain-America-is-disappointed-on-you voice.

"I promise over tears of bald eagles not to run." She sassed rolling her eyes. "Put me down, Steve."

Steve sighed, but did as she asked, though Darcy was pretty sure that this didn't require that much body contact.

Once Darcy was firmly on her feet she took a deep breath and straightened her clothes. She would be so mature she would blow their minds with her classiness. Watch and learn, world.

"So… Fondue last night, hm?"

Dear Lord, she was a lost cause.

Bucky at least seemed to be having the time of his life with the whole situation, but he was a jerk.

Steve, on the other hand, looked lost as if Darcy had told him that freedom had been canceled.

"I'm gonna sit." Darcy decided.

They all sat around her table, looking absolutely ridiculous for a group of people that had fucked the night before.

"So…" Darcy drawled.

"Okay, this is painful to watch. I'll talk." Bucky declared.

"Bucky…" Steve gave him a warning look.

"Relax, punk." Bucky told him easily. "I just think we need to clarify one thing." He looked straight at Darcy. "We like you the same way you like us. This was not a mistake. I repeat: not a mistake."

For a minute, Darcy was about to give him a piece of her mind for being a smart ass, but then his words registered. "Wait, what?"

"We like you, Lewis." He repeated. "Steve wanted to take you out for dinner before… Fondue. We all got a bit carried away last night."

She gave Steve a look, and saw that the tip of his ears were red. "So…" Darcy started carefully. "This isn't a one night stand, or a mistake?"

"No." They said at the same time.

"Of course not." Steve amended. "We like you, Darce. It's just…" He cleared his throat. "We didn't know if you'd want to be with both of us."

"You shitting me, right?" She spoke before she could stop herself. "I mean… Look at the two of you! And I'm not even talking about…" She made a vague gesture encompassing their bodies. "You're loyal, fun, sweet… Both of you."

"So you do like both of us." Steve sighed in relief.

"Yes." She blushed. "I do."

"Gosh, we're terrible at this." Bucky groaned. "We're all on the same page, can we go back to the bedroom?"

"Yes." Darcy and Steve agreed immediately,

"Now you can throw me on your shoulder." Darcy informed Steve.

He laughed, but obediently picked her up and threw her across his shoulder. "Best view ever." She celebrated, slapping his ass.

She heard Bucky's amused snort.

Once in her room, Steve lowered her gently on the bed, and she felt her heart swelling as she looked at their smiles. "Pants off, come kiss me." She demanded, making grabby hands at them.

Both men were quick to comply and -soon -Darcy found herself in a super soldier sandwich. It was a hard thing -ha! -but someone had to do it. Steve's chest was against her back, while Bucky was pressed to her front, kissing her like he couldn't get enough of it.

Steve -the sneaky man with a plan -started pushing down her shorts, while Bucky distracted her with his kisses. They really made a great team.

Steve also got her out of her shirt and bra, then his hand cupped her breasts as he dropped kisses to her neck. Bucky's hand slid down her body, until he found her pussy. "Someone is wet…" He teased.

"Wouldn't you be?" She threw back archly, making Steve snort into her neck.

Bucky just chuckled, before pushing his thigh between her legs to part them, so his free hand could have all the access it needed.

"Oh sweet…" Darcy's moan was interrupted by Bucky's mouth.

Between Steve kissing her neck and playing with her nipples while Bucky fingered and kissed her, Darcy was pretty sure she was about to die and see heaven.

"Is Bucky being nice to you, Dar?" Steve asked by her ear.

"Yes." She mewled back, pulling her mouth away from Bucky's.

"Good." He murmured approvingly, pinching her nipple before rolling it between his fingers. "Can't have our best girl feeling unloved."

Darcy wanted to say she didn't know if she could survive if they gave her much more love, but Bucky still wanted to kiss her, so… Yeah.

Bucky fucked her with his fingers, until she couldn't kiss him anymore, because she needed air, until she came and she had to beg him to stop because she was sensitive.

"Don't be mean, Bucky." Steve admonished softly.

"I've stopped." The other man promised, pulling his hand from between Darcy's leg. "All good, doll?"

"Fuck…" She murmured.

"That was the plan." Bucky offered cheekily.

Darcy slapped his arm weakly, making Bucky snort. "Hey, Steve. We have to try harder to keep awake."

"Wait. What?"

"Give me a hand." Steve asked.

Bucky promptly did, lifting Darcy's leg, while Steve pushed his cock into her from behind. And Steve was always nagging at Bucky, but when he wanted he could be a fucking tease! He'd push in ridiculously slowly, then pull back a bit, then push in slowly, and…

"Steve…" Darcy whined.

"Who's mean now, punk?" Bucky chuckled. "Just give it to her."

"Yes, ma'am." Steve replied cheekily, thrusting once, until his hips were flush against Darcy's ass.

"Oh my god." Darcy groaned.

Steve grabbed the leg Bucky had been holding for her and started fucking Darcy like he meant it. Bucky's fingers played with her clit and kissed her some more -he was really into kissing. Darcy threw her arm back, grabbing Steve's ass -he'd probably have nail marks later…

"Come on, Darce." Steve said by her ear. "Does that feel good?"

Her answer to that was a slap to his ass. Steve chuckled. "I'll take that was a yes."

Between two determined super soldiers, many hands and lips going around, Darcy came for the second time, with Steve following closely behind.

He was gentle as he pulled out of her and laid her on her back. As soon as she was laying better, Bucky pushed her legs open and settled on top of her. "My turn?" He asked eagerly, but gently. Darcy just knew he'd understand if she'd asked for a break.

She just put her arms around his neck. "The things I do for my country…"

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