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It was a great place to stick it so that she could move around the lab without bothering Jane with her music.

Her iPod-holder was supposed to be for running, but fuck running altogether. Well, she had a case for the laptop that everything would fit quite nicely in, but of course that was locked away in Jane's lab behind construction plastic and hard-hat wearing people who gave her dirty looks. “I carry too much shit,” she muttered to herself, hands on her hips as she looked down at it all. “You'll hardly notice I'm here, I promise.” She moved over to the other table, the one over by the wall, and deposited her stuff on it. Jane got snappy sometimes when she was balls-deep in science, too. “No, it's fine.” He didn't quite sound like it was fine, but she chose to pay attention to his words rather than his tone. “Sorry to intrude on you, but they've decided that now would be the perfect time to renovate Jane's lab while she's away, which means my office space, of course.” She could have gone to Tony's lab, of course, but chances were pretty good they would have ended up arguing over music or whatever. She gave him a bright wave as she moved into his space.

He was sitting at one of his tables, his elbow on the table, forehead in his hand, looking.

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“Let me take you out for dinner tonight, I know you’re probably gettin’ tired of my cooking.”ĭarcy balanced her armful of stuff to reach out and punch in the super secret code so she could push open the glass door to Bruce's lab. “Uh huh.” Angie glanced over at the vacated table. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, darling.” Peggy reached out and brushed a hand down her arm. By the time she came back out, bottle in her hand, the men were gone, and Angie could see the tip sitting on their table.Ĭrossing to Peggy’s booth again, she rested her hands on her hips. “You did it again, didn’t you?” She couldn’t help the smile, though.

If he was going to be like that, he could fucking wait for his ketchup. She barely glanced at Peggy as she passed that time, she didn’t want to show Peggy how much it bothered her. I’ll get fired if I hit him, was her mantra as she went back into the kitchen. She stepped away, lips pressing into a thin line. The skinnier one slid his hand over her hip to squeeze her backside. “Can you bring out some ketchup, baby doll?” She gave Peggy a knowing look as she passed by for the coffee pot, and Peggy gave her a sympathetic smile in return.Īngie got them their coffee and took their order, and when she went back to drop the sandwiches off at the table, it happened. His expression as his eyes moved over her reminded her of the grease on the bottom of a pan of bacon. The sound of the door opening pulled both of their attention towards it. “Speak of the-” Angie slid back out of the booth, schooling her expression into one of friendly greeting as they helped themselves to a booth just a couple down from Peggy’s. “Hi.” She grabbed a couple of menus and took them over to the table. “Can I get ya anything to drink?” “I hate the jerks you work with, English,” Angie complained, lowering herself onto the bench across the table from Peggy. “They don’t tip, they’re always puttin’ their hands on me…” James 'Bucky' Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Wanda Maximoff/Steve Rogers.Jane Foster/Steve Rogers/James 'Bucky' Barnes.James 'Bucky' Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Sam Wilson.Darcy Lewis/Clint Barton/Pietro Maximoff.Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers/Clint Barton/James 'Bucky' Barnes.James 'Bucky' Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers.