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It had seemed like a good idea at the start. Of course it had. When the choice was what seemed like a thousand stairs to get to the top floors of Avengers Tower or the super quick elevator that could get there in less than a minute, who would pick the stairs?
And yes, Darcy did realize that Natasha had pointed out the insanely loud thunderstorm outside and the flickering power, but what were the odds that something was going to happen in the minute it would take them to get to their destination?
A hundred perfect, it turned out.
Darcy spun around in a circle in the now completely unmoving elevator, but she still couldn’t see a thing. No blinking lights. No crack where light was coming through the door. Nothing.
She couldn’t even see the shadow that would indicate Natasha, although she knew she had to be somewhere nearby. The elevator wasn’t that big, and even with all Natasha’s super ninja-like skills, she couldn’t possibly have gotten out of there in the past few seconds.
“Okay,” Darcy said, to break the silence but also so Natasha would answer her, and she could silence the teeny tiny part of her brain that was wondering if her girlfriend had made an escape for it. “This is on me. An obvious miscalculation.”
“You think?” came Natasha’s drawl right next to her ear.
Darcy yelped and leaped away, accidentally hitting the back of her foot against the wall she hadn’t realized was so close.
“Ouch!” she shrieked.
She though she heard Natasha chuckle.
“Are you laughing at me?”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
“Are you mad at me?”
She pictured Natasha shrugging as she thought about how to answer.
“It’s not like I really wanted to walk up all those stairs,” she finally said. “I do prefer to get my exercise another way.”
This time, Darcy could hear the smirk in her words and pictured that very smirk across her face.
“Do you?” Darcy said.
“I’m not done.”
“You’re not done exercising?”
“I’m not done telling you if I’m mad at you.”
Uh oh.
“So, you are mad at me?” Darcy said.
Natasha laughed. This time her voice came from Darcy’s other side, causing her to jump again.
“Not at you,” Natasha said. “Never at you. But I am mad we’re stuck here in this cramped little space instead of our giant gorgeous bed. And that we have no idea when anyone else is going to get back and get us out of here.”
Everyone else. The other Avengers. Who had all left earlier in the day on a mission.
“Are we going to die in here?” Darcy said, suddenly in a panic.
“We’re not going to die in here.”
“Are you sure?”
“Do you think the power is going to be out for days?”
“Uhhh,” Darcy said. “Maybe.”
She heard the rustle of fabric and the sound of shifting.
“We have phones in our pockets,” Natasha said. “We can call someone for help.”
“How do you know our phones will work?”
“We’re in an elevator,” Natasha said. “Not in an underground vault. And you know the phones Tony made us work everywhere.”
She did have a point. Darcy felt her nerves subside a little.
“Maybe we should just call someone now to be safe,” she suggested.
“I don’t know,” Natasha said. “I have a better idea.”
“What could be be- …” But Darcy didn’t have to ask anymore as fingers grabbed her by the hips and pulled her forward and lips attached themselves to hers. Warm, full lips that tasted like the pizza they had just finished eating.
“I have always wanted to fuck you in an elevator,” Natasha whispered into Darcy’s ear.
Darcy shivered. “I thought you wanted to be in our giant gorgeous bed?”
Natasha’s hand slid up Darcy’s stomach, slipping under the hem of her top and making its way to her breasts.
“Well, if you don’t want me to fuck you in an elevator,” Natasha said slowly. “I’m sure we can just …”
“Nat,” Darcy interrupted.
“Yes?”
“Shut up.”
“Well, that’s rude,” Natasha said, and Darcy could hear that damn smirk in her voice again.
“I’m sorry,” Darcy said. “It was. I meant to say, shut up and fuck me.”
Natasha snorted, but her hand had finally made its way under Darcy’s bra.
“Okay,” she said. “If you insist …”