Steve glanced up from his book, blinking at the box that Darcy Lewis had plopped onto the table in front of him. “Thank you,” he said. “But my birthday isn’t until July.”
“It’s a turn of phrase, Red, White and True,” Darcy said, slumping into a chair at the kitchen table. “Clint, babycakes, how’s life and loves?”
Clint gave her a grin. “Been catching up with the SHIELD gossip. I hear some pathetic fool gave you a keycard.”
“And a paycheck!” She grinned. “And I spent a little of it on this.” She patted the box. “Open it, Steve. Really. It’s just a ‘thanks for the platonic date’ gift. It’s sized for sharing.”
“Presents?” Tony asked from the kitchen doorway. He was holding an empty coffee cup, a pair of welding goggles shoved back into his unkept hair. “What’d you order, and how did you pay for it?”
“Credit card fraud,” she shot back. “Pepper let me copy down your AmEx number.”
“She probably would.” Tony crossed to the table. “She’s kidding, Steve,” he said to the worried looking blonde.
“I’m kidding, Steve. Totally legit.” Darcy folded her arms on the tabletop and grinned up at him. “C’mon, open it, or I”m giving it to Clint. He has no shame.”
“It is true, I do not,” Clint said, going back to the newspaper. He kept a careful eye on the proceedings, because yeah, a happy Darcy was a tricky Darcy.