One city was much like any other, Darcy had discovered. Eternally lit up, with ceaseless noise and nearly claustrophobic hotel rooms, there was little that seemed to differentiate them. Museums, landmarks, typical tourist traps, everything Darcy was not permitted to seek out. The only blessing was the 24 hour food delivery places and the fact that this hotel, at least, had functioning air conditioning.
It was unsurprising to find Bucky lurking about on the roof, the lock casually picked. The heat was not enough to drive her indoors, especially at such a late hour, and even she felt antsy in her tiny room. It was bad enough when Bucky was out doing his thing, leaving Darcy at the hotel to pull up schematics and offer directions when needed. In short, she felt almost entirely useless.
That night had been different. The mission had been too technologically complicated to give Bucky a crash course in decades of development, so she'd gotten to tag along like some little kid on a field trip. Darcy had done her best not to be herself - remain quiet, not babble as she had a tendency to do when nervous, or do anything to give them away - and even though everything had gone off with barely a hitch, adrenaline persisted in keeping her awake.
A scalding shower refused to wash away the image of the three men Bucky had been forced to kill while she'd sworn at the computer to hurry the hell up. Minimal casualties, they'd gotten the data secured, and returned to their hotel in one piece. Darcy had assumed her involvement with giant robots and space elves would provide enough strength and fortitude to handle anything thrown her way.
Especially since she was never supposed to enter the field in the first place. But plans changed, and they'd done their best.
Pacing had gotten dull, and staring out the window did little to slow her thoughts. She'd politely knocked on Bucky's door and even waited a few minutes before assuming he'd wandered off, as he so often did after a mission, for a little alone time. Unfortunately for him, Darcy most certainly did not want to be alone right then, not after having to wash blood stains out of her shirt.
She wasn't used to this, and so she sought out company, hoping to keep her mind distracted.
"Hey," she said quietly as she shut the door behind her with her hip, waiting a heartbeat or two before walking forward. She paused a few feet away from Bucky, noting the line of tension that never seemed to leave his profile. Feeling like an awkward teenager, she stepped up beside him, damp hair clinging to her shoulders. She absently rubbed at her arm, watching Bucky instead of the view, having seen enough city skylines to last her a lifetime.
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It was unsurprising to find Bucky lurking about on the roof, the lock casually picked. The heat was not enough to drive her indoors, especially at such a late hour, and even she felt antsy in her tiny room. It was bad enough when Bucky was out doing his thing, leaving Darcy at the hotel to pull up schematics and offer directions when needed. In short, she felt almost entirely useless.
That night had been different. The mission had been too technologically complicated to give Bucky a crash course in decades of development, so she'd gotten to tag along like some little kid on a field trip. Darcy had done her best not to be herself - remain quiet, not babble as she had a tendency to do when nervous, or do anything to give them away - and even though everything had gone off with barely a hitch, adrenaline persisted in keeping her awake.
A scalding shower refused to wash away the image of the three men Bucky had been forced to kill while she'd sworn at the computer to hurry the hell up. Minimal casualties, they'd gotten the data secured, and returned to their hotel in one piece. Darcy had assumed her involvement with giant robots and space elves would provide enough strength and fortitude to handle anything thrown her way.
Especially since she was never supposed to enter the field in the first place. But plans changed, and they'd done their best.
Pacing had gotten dull, and staring out the window did little to slow her thoughts. She'd politely knocked on Bucky's door and even waited a few minutes before assuming he'd wandered off, as he so often did after a mission, for a little alone time. Unfortunately for him, Darcy most certainly did not want to be alone right then, not after having to wash blood stains out of her shirt.
She wasn't used to this, and so she sought out company, hoping to keep her mind distracted.
"Hey," she said quietly as she shut the door behind her with her hip, waiting a heartbeat or two before walking forward. She paused a few feet away from Bucky, noting the line of tension that never seemed to leave his profile. Feeling like an awkward teenager, she stepped up beside him, damp hair clinging to her shoulders. She absently rubbed at her arm, watching Bucky instead of the view, having seen enough city skylines to last her a lifetime.
"Everything okay?"