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Bucky is sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone, while Darcy is on the floor doing yoga. He had made a comment that she looked gorgeous in her worn out racer back tank and 5-year old sofee shorts and she rolled her eyes saying, “no, I don’t. Even if you love me, I don’t look good in everything.”
He scoffed. “There is a 99% chance that I find 101% of the things you do and say attractive.”
She’s sitting down, legs extended in front of her. She bends forward and stretches; feeling the burn in her lower back and legs and tries not to chuckle. “Nice math.”
He watches the lines and curves of her body in pure awe. “Thanks.”
“So what you’re saying is to just keep doin’ what I’m doin’?
“More or less. Either way, I’m Gucci.”
She bites her lip trying to keep from bursting out laughing. He recently started looking up random slang on UD to annoy Sam, Clint, and sometimes Tony, but occasionally he would use it on Darcy just to see how she’d react.
“Good to know. I’ll keep that in mind. Minimum effort, maximum reward.”
He lets out a fake scoff. “Excuse me, I’m not some faucet that you can just turn on and off, Darce.”
She bends forward into downward facing dog and smirks at the sound of his slight moan.
“Faucet’s on.”
She chuckles and slowly eases into a split with her right leg forward and left leg back. She leans forward, sighing, really enjoying the burn of the stretch.
“Okay. Okay. The faucet’s on you don’t have to break the knob off.”
“What?” She asks playfully as she switches so her left leg is forward and her right leg is back.
He gets up from the couch and saunters over to her. He leans down and whispers to her, “You can’t put the toothpaste back in the tube.”
She laughs again and falls over. He picks her up and throws her over his shoulder. “Let’s go try out some of my favorite yoga positions.”