Ow, I'm sorry! I should have paid more attention, numb nut me. Thor/Darcy/Sam & #16 is just as fine :D Thank you very much for keeping my spot in the queue <3.
not any problem at all! hope you like it. :) also, a million thanks to @ragwitch for the plot idea. this prompt would’ve been terrible without you, Queenie!
If her eyes rolled any harder, Darcy thought they might get stuck in the back of her head. Fortunately, neither Thor nor Sam seemed to notice how unimpressed she was. The wind was blowing quite heavily at the top of the Tower; it whipped her hair all around her head, hiding her expression. The next gust shoved a handful of hair into her face, stinging her cheeks and choking her.
She’d had quite enough. The men were standing almost nose to nose, comparing their…flying capabilities. Normally she’d find the bickering foreplay pretty hot, but she was cold and the wind was starting to sting. And her hair was now officially a rat’s nest.
“Alright, I’m going inside,” she called. They didn’t hear her over the wind, or maybe they were simply too lost in their ‘competition’ to pay attention to her words. Pausing, she realized that there was a better way to get their attention and settle this stupid debate once and for all.
With a mischievous grin, she headed in their direction. As she strode toward them, she took the hairband she kept around her wrist and tied her hair up in a messy bun at the back of her head. She wanted to be able to see their reactions for this one.
They looked up as she stepped in their direction, jumping apart guiltily. Why, she didn’t know. It’s not like she didn’t know how they felt about each other. They’d all spent the previous evening proving it, all three of them. Thor looked a little sheepish, and Sam offered that grin he always used to get himself out of trouble. Ah, so they thought she was annoyed that they’d been ignoring her. They were partially right.
“Darcy?” Thor asked gently. She didn’t respond as she drew closer. They stepped back to give her room between them.
“You okay?” Sam finished, and they both looked at her in concern.
“This is ridiculous,” she said, and their eyes dropped guiltily. “You know I’m not going to choose between you—it’s ridiculous to ask me who I think is better at flying. Because I love you both, equally.” She walked between them, not breaking stride. The hands that reached out to hold her dropped in confusion.
“But—” they said in unison, then glared at each other.
“I told you I’d go flying with both of you,” she said, almost to the edge of the roof. “But like little boys, you couldn’t decide who got to take me first.” Sam’s eyes narrowed with worry as she drew closer to the edge, while Thor looked like he was on the verge of figuring it out. A smirk grew on his face, and thunder boomed in the distance.
Turning to face them dramatically, stepping up onto the little lip of the roof, Darcy intoned, “Guess you better figure it out now.” And stepped backward into the empty air.
All things considered, she fell freely for probably less than three seconds. Thor caught her first, arms gripping her securely as he caught her and surged upward. “That was very clever,” he rumbled against her hair, a smile clear in his voice. Darcy said nothing, but wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed a light kiss to his throat.
Sam wasn’t far behind. She probably could’ve heard his shouting from miles away, though. “Why am I always doomed to fall for heroes and thrill-seekers?” he complained loudly, circling them as they ascended. She was pretty sure he did it to make sure she received the full brunt of his pouty face, and she hid a smile against Thor’s neck. And then they were back on the roof.
Sam and Thor flanked her, making sure she wouldn’t pull a stunt like that again. Not that she needed to—it had worked quite well, she thought. They were no longer fighting over her like a prized bone.
“Pot, meet kettle,” she said to Sam, glaring at him pointedly.
His pout held out for another stubborn second, and then relaxed into a charming grin. “Alright,” he chuckled, “you’ve got a point there.” His grin grew mischievous, and he stepped toward her. “But since Thor caught you, it’s my turn now.”
Lightning flashed in the distance, and she could feel Thor’s glare like a physical weight as it bored into Sam. He opened his mouth, but Darcy decided to cut off the argument before it could start up again in full force.
“If y’all don’t quit it, I’m gonna go ask Stark if he’ll take me flying,” she threatened, jerking her thumb over her shoulder toward the general direction of the elevator.
They quit bickering immediately, turning to her with identical pouts. Laughing lightly, she peppered kisses over both of their faces. As she pulled away, she compromised, “I’ll go flying with both of you, for real. But you have to decide who gets to go first. Nicely.” She stressed the last word, looking from one to the other.
With a mockingly somber expression, Sam turned to Thor and asked, “Rock, paper, scissors?”
