“Okay so try turning it over again?” Brock called from under the hood.
Darcy turned the key and the engine made that sad little slow revving sound again.
“Yeah, think it’s your battery,” Brock said, leaning back. “If you’ll get out, I’ll push this back so we can get my car in here and try to jump you.”
“I’m so glad we’re talking cars,” Bucky muttered under his breath. “Otherwise it sounds like you’re calmly discussing your plans to kidnap her.”
Brock’s face froze as he turned to face Bucky. “Why the fuck would you say something like that? Dude, not cool. We’re not going to kidnap you,” Brock assured Darcy. “We’re not. I know that sounds like something a kidnapper would say, but I promise you---“
Darcy laughed out loud and pulled herself out of her car and stood back so Brock could put it in neutral and push it back down her driveway a bit. “No offense, but you guys aren’t like the stealthiest fellas in the northeast, I think I could take you. Two hours a week of Krav Maga, thank you very much.” She bent her arm up to showcase her bicep. “I ain’t worried.”
Brock paused outside her car door when she did that. “That’s from Krav Maga?”
“Well, that and some weight training. No big,” she said with a sniff, folding her arms. “I could take you.”
“He’d probably let you,” Bucky said and Brock looked like he wanted to kick him. “I’d probably let you.”
She laughed. “Yeah, right. Aren’t you guys like a thing?”
“I mean, yeah, but things can be more than two people,” Bucky replied.
“I hadn’t really thought about that...” Darcy said nonchalantly in a voice that belied just how much she actually had spent thinking about that very scenario and never thinking it would happen in a million years.
“Maybe you could?” Bucky said, smirking over at Brock.
“I mean, only if you’re both up for it or whatever,” she said, her face blushing pink.
“We’re up for it,” Bucky assured her. Brock still hadn’t said a word.
“You’re an animal, you know that?” Brock finally said, directing it at Bucky. “Picking up a girl while her car’s broken down. Absolute animal. I’m ashamed to be with you.”
“I mean, would it help if I could definitely kick both of your asses if you tried anything funny with me that I didn’t want?” she offered. “Because I totally would. And I haven’t yet, so all Bucky’s funny stuff is totally cool?”
“What about my funny stuff?” Brock asked, grinning in a way that made her belly swoop.
“I’ll tell you when you try some,” she countered and Bucky guffawed loudly.
“You just wait, Lewis,” Brock said, sitting down to put her car in neutral and motioning for Bucky to push. “I’m a riot.”
Darcy giggled and Brock glared at Bucky before jolting because the other man had begun pushing the car and he wasn’t prepared. Once he got it pushed back, Brock parked it and got out. “We could take you out Friday. Show you how funny we both are.”
Darcy hesitated for a long moment before nodding. “Okay. Friday night. Make me laugh, Brock.”
“What about Bucky?”
“Bucky already has.”
“Are we still talking in code? Because he hasn’t had the time, I’ve been watching him.”
