Notes: just decided to come back to this.
Darcy was used to strange things happening to her, just look at her job. But this was a bit too weird, even for her.
She’d been fed the best carbonara she’d ever tasted. She had no idea Rumlow could cook like this; with his body and his exercise regime, she’d always assumed he lived on protein drinks.
Rollins had -as promised -given her a nice shirt and a pair of sweats to wear after a shower. They smelled clean and were really comfy -even if the pants were too big on her.
Now she was sitting on an armchair, wrapped on a blanket, watching ‘The Godfather’ -it had been their compromise -while Rumlow was sprawled on the couch, his legs on Rollins’ lap.
Darcy remained confused by this whole thing. She had let them carry her there -even though it wasn’t that comfortable. She didn’t want to admit, but it had been scary being locked on the building, not knowing what was going on. Once she realized the threat was minor -after facing against elves, a stalker seemed like a ridiculous threat to her -she managed to act with calm and caution. But still… After the danger was gone, her legs felt like rubber.
That was why she’d let Terminator and Rambo take her away. Honestly, she couldn’t imagine a safer place to be.
It was still weird. It really felt like they were flirting with her.
However, she remained where she was, watching the movie.
As soon as the end credits rolled in, Rollins turned to her. “Do you want to watch something else?”
“We can negotiate a chick flick.” Rumlow offered with a smirk.
“Do you know how creepy that sounded?”
Rumlow snorted, then sat up. “Come sit in the middle and I’ll massage your feet.”
“And what is Terminator going to do?”
“Massage your shoulders.” Rollins offered.
“I’m being bribed, but I’ll accept it.”
Rollins and Rumlow rearranged themselves on the couch, so she could sit with them. She put her feet on Rumlow’s lap and back rested against Rollins’ chest, his hands immediately going to her shoulders.
“Are you trying to spoil me?” She groaned happily as their fingers started to work on her.
“Oh, you’ve finally noticed?” Rumlow snarked.
She gave him a glare, but it lacked heat. “Why?”
“It should be obvious, right?” Rumlow pushed.
It did seem obvious, but Darcy was having a hard time believing it. She gave Rollins a look over her shoulder. “Is it obvious?”
