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Brooklyn was a symphony of life and energy, a vibrant pulse that beat beneath the winter's lingering chill. The warm scent of street food mingled with the flickering lights of neon signs, creating a kaleidoscope of colors and flavors that lured residents and visitors alike.
And at the heart of it all, the theater’s dazzling marquee beckoned, offering an escape from the mundane and a chance to get lost in the magic of the evening. The city was alive, and its rhythm was intoxicating, a siren's call that drew couples arm-in-arm and ignited the spark of love and possibility.
The doors of the theater burst open, and a throng of moviegoers spilled out onto the sidewalks and streets in every direction. It was an abrupt transition from the theater’s warm and inviting interior, to the cold night that beckoned the arrival of warmer weather. The ambiance of popping corn and arcade games was replaced by cars honking and blaring music.
A couple locked arm-in-arm snaked through the teeming crowd, lost in the magic of the evening. Their eyes glimmered as they passed under the marquee lights. A few curious heads turned in their direction, excited by the idea of spotting The Winter Soldier out and about in his hometown. The rubbernecking was followed by a few smartphone camera flashes and cries of “I love you!”. The rubbernecking was followed up with cries of “I love you!” and several blinding smartphone camera flashes.
“Okay, wow,” Darcy remarked as they finally reached the outer perimeter of the crowd. She let out a sigh of relief as she slapped the arrow button on the crosswalk pole. “Do you always get that kind of reception when you’re out in public?”
“Sometimes,” Bucky shrugged, bearing a humbled grin.
Darcy shot him a look of concerned admiration.
“Does it ever bother you, though?” she asked him, her hand finding his as they waited for the walk sign. “I know how much you like to keep a low profile. And I can’t imagine appearing on everyone’s Insta profiles on a regular basis helps with your anxiety.”
Bucky took a moment to consider her question. “You know…” he began, “I actually don’t mind it that much. For so long, I was an enemy of the state—and then to everyone. And yeah, after the Blip and Thanos, when people started taking selfies with me, it was weird and it took some adjusting. But to finally be seen as hero, instead of some 107-year-old freak of nature… well, it’s just been a nice change of pace.”
The “clear to cross” sign popped up, and the two made their way to his apartment. For a moment they walked in silence, Darcy considering his response. In a word, she was extremely proud of him. For everything that he’d been through in his complicated life, and to be as well-adjusted as he was, she was honored just to be associated with him. Let alone, his girlfriend.
“So… what did you think of the movie?” Darcy asked anxiously, breaking the silence. “Wait, don’t tell me! You liked it, didn’t you? No, you loved it!”
Bucky performed his silent and stoic routine he’d mastered over the years. It was a special kind of stare-down technique he would employ, that’d make his enemies shit their pants out of fear. But since he started dating Darcy, he’d found a new use for it. He wasn’t sure how much she enjoyed being teased—so far, there’d been no problems. But he did know that he loved to give her that look, just to watch her wait on pins and needles.
“I loved it,” he said finally, his mouth curling into a grin that showed off his toothy smile.
Overcome with excitement, Darcy clapped her hands joyfully, replacing her walk with a playful skip.
“I knew it! I just knew you’d like it! I still can’t believe you hadn’t seen Jurassic Park yet! I mean, you were kinda ‘out of commission’ for a long time, so I guess I could learn to forgive the oversight. Eventually.”
“Well, that’s very thoughtful of you,” Bucky teased with a wink. “So, remind me again why you love this movie so much?”
Bucky knew all-too-well why Darcy loved the classic dinosaur flick. He just couldn’t resist watching her get worked up over it. The night they’d met back in December, it was Mr. and Mrs. Smith that had brought them together for the first time. And ever since, he rather enjoyed listening to her unique analysis on film. She was always equal parts hilarious and insightful, and it never failed to bring him right back to that corner booth at the Grand Regency hotel.
“Oh my God!” Darcy began, “other than being just flat-out awesome, it’s like, low-key one of the best feminist icon films of all time! Just think about it. An entire island full of all-female dinosaurs, and somehow they still manage to have babies! Ellie Sattler is a total boss bitch who gets shit done, while the men of the movie are either dumb as rocks or hyper-sexualized. It’s not just about the dinosaurs and the humans who’ve found a way to bring them back to life. It’s about the subtext of the movie, and what it has to say about our culture. It’s totally timeless.”
Darcy took a break to catch her breath, while Bucky strode in silence, his smile wider than ever. They joined hands once more and walked a block in silence.
“So what about the other Jurassic Park movies?” Bucky asked. “I saw on IMDB that there’s quite a few of them.”
“Oh jeez, don’t even get me started on the sequels,” Darcy replied, sounding exhausted. “The second one, The Lost World, is decent but obviously not as good as the first. You can just forget that Jurassic Park III even exists. And the sequels with Chris Pratt and Bryce Dallas Howard are hit or miss. Don’t get me wrong, we will have a JP marathon, and we will watch all of them. But it is crucial that everyone sees the OG in theaters.”
Bucky let out an amused chuckle. “Duly noted.”
After another short beat of silence, Darcy’s expression shifted to one of thoughtful curiosity.
“Do you think Steve would’ve liked it?” she asked, giving Bucky’s hand a squeeze.
This had become a recurring motif in their blossoming relationship. Darcy liked asking Bucky about his best friend, because she felt it was a way to keep his memory alive. Steve and Bucky had shared a bond that she’d never fully comprehend. And while it did at times feel like she was prying, she only wanted to show him how comprehensively she cared about him.
“I’m not sure, actually,” Bucky responded. “For a guy that was known for being straightforward and transparent, he could be hard to read when it came to the entertainment he enjoyed.”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah. Steve was a romantic, so naturally he loved anything that had a great love-story. But he was also an adventurous guy, so I’m sure he would’ve given Jurassic Park its proper due.”
A confident grin crept across Darcy’s face. “Well, I think he would’ve loved it, too.”
Bucky wrapped his arm around her, pulling her in tight to his side. “I think you’re right.”
Darcy beamed as he gave her a kiss on the top of her head. She felt her heart swell with love and gratitude. Thanks to the efforts of Bucky and Doctor Nova Wildheart over at Oscorp Labs, she no longer feared her romantic feelings toward her boyfriend.
Several weeks earlier, Darcy had found herself in hot water when she discovered a magical flower growing in Central Park. After her interaction with it, she began experiencing odd and wildly unprecedented side-effects. Anytime she found herself thinking of Bucky—especially in any sort of romantic sense—her temperature would spike and she’d literally become love-drunk.
She and Bucky laughed about it now, but at the time it was nothing short of terrifying. After analyzing the glowing, silvery flower, they learned about its owner—Doctor Wildheart, a botanist at Oscorp. And although Nova was initially reluctant to help Darcy, she eventually caved and express-developed an antidote.
Darcy knew there wasn’t a proper way to thank Nova for practically saving her life. Luckily, Nova understood the absurdity of the circumstances, and simply asked for a tour of Avengers tower—the kind you can only get if you know a member of the Young Avengers.
Darcy—along with Kate, Cassie, and Riri—were more than happy to show Nova around the two floors that the team occupied. But as intriguing as the Young Avengers’ command central was, Nova was much more interested in their Research & Development department. And coincidentally, that was exactly where the flower had been stored.
While some of the girls had varying opinions on the matter, Darcy and company were fine with the mystical flower finding its way back to its rightful owner. Kate, the team’s leader, was practically counting down the seconds until it was no longer their problem. However, Riri and her unwavering inquisitive nature desperately wanted more time with the magical plant.
Ultimately, it was Riri and Darcy who wound up the happiest. After witnessing first-hand the care that the team had shown the flower, Nova decided to leave it with the Young Avengers—at least for the time being. She cited a busy schedule at Oscorp, with high demands and short deadlines, rendering her free time for other projects practically non-existent.
It was then agreed upon that any and all information unearthed concerning the flower—or Moonbloom, as the girls collectively nicknamed it—would be shared with Nova. The only person to harbor suspicions over the agreement was Riri. She trusted Nova to an extent—after all, she did help save Darcy’s life. But when they asked her where she got the flower, Riri had her doubts about Nova telling the whole truth.
“Oh! It was just a crazy cocktail that I managed to mix up in my lab!” Nova had said dismissively. “It’s… kinda boring, kinda complicated. I mean, you guys get it, right?”
Everyone else had laughed and brushed it off, seeing no need to press the issue any further. Riri on the other hand was not convinced. Nova very well could’ve been telling the truth. But who did she think she was talking to? She was literally surrounded by brainiacs and scientists. So the question was, who wouldn’t find Moonbloom’s origin story interesting?
Regardless, Riri decided not to push the issue any farther. Everyone had found a happy medium, and she didn’t want to be the one that stirred the shit-pot.
The warmth of Bucky’s studio apartment was a welcomed comfort from the late-winter’s chill. Bucky sauntered over to the kitchen to collect two beers from the fridge. Meanwhile, Darcy retreated to his living room nook, where a scurry of butterflies took flight in her belly.
Since the Moonbloom incident, they had been slowly ramping up their physical displays of affection. In the weeks that followed, hand-holding, hugging, and kissing had all been perfectly safe. The two could engage in as much “Middle School PDA” they wanted, without Darcy turning into the human torch. So naturally, the only thing left to check off was sex.
Bucky had lost track of how many weeks had gone by since their agreement to postpone doing the dirty. Darcy, on the other hand, did not. She never used wall calendars, but she bought one just so she could mark off each passing day. It was the first thing she did each morning—drawing a big red “X” over each square after harpooning herself out of bed. And for the end of the month—tonight, in fact—she had pasted two stickers that resembled the peach and eggplant emojis.
As he entered the living room nook, Bucky was greeted by Darcy’s seductive gaze. The low light in the room cast her in a mysterious aura, accentuated by the sleek black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her once pinned-up hair now cascaded down her shoulders in loose waves, accentuating to the allure of her appearance. In the dim light, her red lipstick shone like a beacon, drawing his attention to her full, inviting lips.
“Oh…” Bucky uttered with a grin, “has it been three weeks already?”
Darcy snatched the outstretched beer and took a long swig, retaining eye contact with Bucky. She set the bottle down on the coffee table, let out an unapologetic belch, then took a small step toward him.
“Tonight,” she said, her voice low and inviting, “your ass is mine.”
“That’s beautiful,” Bucky replied. “Did Robert Frost write that?”
Taking another step toward him, she placed her hand on his chest. His heart raced under the warmth of her palm. She slid her opposite hand up the inside of his leg, finding her way to his tumescent bulge.
“Robert Frost,” she whispered, her lips almost touching his, “couldn’t possibly fathom the things I’m going to do to you tonight…”
“Really?” he asked, his voice smooth as caramel, “that is a bold statement.”
“All’s I know is, I am so ready to do something about these blue balls.”
“Who said I have blue balls?”
“I was referring to myself…”
With her right hand still firmly pressed against his package, she pulled his face close and planted her plush, red lips on his. Their tongues danced together as if for the first time. His hands, placed gently on her hips, began moving down her backside. She giggled softly as he gave her ass a firm squeeze.
In one fluid motion, Darcy grabbed Bucky by the shirt collar, spun him around and plopped him down on the couch. He looked up at her, wide-eyed, as if he just stepped off of Space Mountain.
“So, I take it this is something you’ve been looking forward to?” Bucky smirked.
“We’ve had weeks to chat, darling. The talking ends now.”
As Darcy undid the rest of her shirt buttons, Bucky followed suit. She bit her lip as she stared lustfully at his sculpted chest muscles. Like lines on a road map, the scars where his left shoulder met his metal arm trickled madly in all directions—a beautiful fusion of man and machine.
Casting her a devious grin, he unbuckled his belt, unthreaded it from his waist, and slung it aside. She turned around and motioned to the zipper on the back of her dress. He took the tiny clasp in his fingers and drew it down, exposing the soft, fair skin of her back.
She turned to face him, revealing the first surprise of the evening: A brand new lingerie set. Her perfect breasts hung suspended in a conspicuous lace bra. The matching panties rode high on her waist, glorifying her voluminous hips.
Darcy dropped to her knees in front of his spread legs and began unbuttoning his jeans. Bucky raised his hips so she could pull them down to a bunch at his ankles. Her hands gently massaged his thighs as she slowly made her way up north.
His massive cock stood erect and at attention, pointing toward the heavens. Curling her fingers around it, she stroked it up and down, sending sparks of pleasure all through his body. She performed this act for several moments, curiously eyeing the gratification on his face, before eventually taking him in her mouth.
Her head bobbed up and down, effortlessly swallowing his cock down to the base. The synapses in his brain ignited from the sudden flood of pleasure. His hands tightly gripped the corners of the couch, bound to the mercy of the warmth and wetness of her mouth.
He stopped her only moments before he was set to explode. Feeling the cum threatening to release itself, it killed him to pause the pleasure. But it was her turn, now. And she always comes first.
She rose to her feet, unclasped her bra in the back, and slung it off her shoulders, exposing her perfect breasts. Her smooth, milky skin resembled fine porcelain under the moonlight that poured in from the nearby window.
He tickled her legs with his fingertips, teasing her with a small sample of the pleasure that was soon to come. When he laced his fingers through the waist of her panties and tugged them down, he received his second surprise of the evening—Darcy’s fully waxed vagina.
He looked up to her slowly from his position on the couch, marveling at the goddess before him. Her lack of pubic hair was unexpected, and he could help but give her a sexy smolder.
“Well this is new,” he said, his voice smooth as silk. His fingers began to graze the soft definition of her vulva.
“It’s a special occasion,” she whispered. “I hope you’re hungry.”
“I’m starving.”
Taking his place on the couch, she lay her back against the plush leather upholstery, the spot still warm from his body. When he was settled on his knees before her, she took her time inching her legs apart. He waited impatiently as she did this, eager to dive in and devour her sex.
His heart raced as he watched her spread apart the lips of her vulva—the inside already glistening with her wetness. She wore a satisfied smile, well aware of how much this teased him. Her opposite hand traveled south, where her fingers found their way to her clit.
With her head tilted back, she rubbed it in a soft, circular motion, letting out a quiet moan of pleasure. Unable to help himself, Bucky stroked the long length of his cock as he watched her masturbate. The anticipation of the inevitable was almost too much to handle.
“Oh baby…” she moaned, “I am so ready for that magical tongue of yours…”
With her eyes still closed, she reached out for his face and guided it to her vagina. The warmth of his mouth made her toes curl, and her heart to flutter wildly. Her back began to arch under the command of his tongue, and she thrust her hips forward. Bucky, now harder than ever, reveled in this power he held over her.
As he teased her clit with soft flicks of his tongue, his fingers began pushing their way through the already slick folds of her pussy. He caressed gently its inner walls, tickling and teasing, promising more pleasure. When the tips of his fingers found her g-spot, she let out a blissful moan that reverberated off the walls of his apartment. She raked her fingers through his thick, dark hair, pleading for more.
Every drop of her tasted like heaven as it began to drip. The walls of her vagina began singing its song, quivering around his tongue. Taking hold of his bare hand, she placed it on her left breast. When he gave it a passionate squeeze, he could feel her heart racing under his palm.
“Deeper…” she begged.
He obliged his goddess by returning her clitoris. He suckled at it, massaging it with his lips and tongue, while his fingers continued to caress the hotspot inside of her. Darcy’s hips and pelvis began to quiver wildly, anticipating her impending climax.
Her moans of pleasure grew in volume. Lost in her world of elation, she gripped the back of his head to thrust his face further into her sex. The rush of her orgasm poured forth, and tiny flickers of white light danced behind her eyelids.
Darcy’s once-shallow breaths slowly transitioned to their normal rhythm—for now. Bucky massaged her thighs as he came up for air. He admired his partner in her satiated disposition, her perfect breasts rising and falling with each controlled breath.
Moments later, Bucky was back on the couch, his hands gripping Darcy’s hips as she straddled him at the waist. Her beautiful chestnut hair cascaded over her chest, delicately concealing her nipples. She teased him by rocking back and forth against his erection. Feeling the wetness beyond the groove in her vulva made his heart skitter in anticipation.
She pressed her lips firmly onto his, tasting the lingering flavor of her own sweetness as their tongues intertwined. As they engaged in this passionate kiss, she reached around to take hold of his cock, his heart skipping a beat at the surprise of her touch. He had to fight the urge to thrust madly when she guided it inside of her vagina.
“Easy there, tiger,” she whispered, sensing his excitement.
His brain melted into a puddle of pure ecstasy as he slid into her with ease. She pinned his hands over his head and laced their fingers together—a playful gesture of desired control. He shot her a grin in return, silently accepting her request.
They began to move in perfect harmony. As Darcy bucked her hips she could feel every inch of him, touching all the right places inside her. Bucky exhaled his own moans of pleasure, feeling the hot, moist walls of her pussy as they pulsed rhythmically around his cock.
He was enamored with the control she had over him in that moment, his hands still tightly pinned under her own. She enjoyed taking charge. He appreciated the opportunity to be commanded. She loved being the one to dole out the pleasure, as well as receive it. And he loved her for this.
Darcy was a sight to behold, her skin glistening with sweat, as her grinding slowed to an elaborate pace. She guided his hands to her breasts in a desire to soak in his full appreciation of her body. As he felt up her chest, she pinned up her hair in a temporary bun, allowing him to take an unabridged gaze at her luscious body.
Bucky fought against the feeling that began coursing through his testicles—the one that would soon steal away his vitality. However, it was as if Darcy could sense this, and moved her body in ways that only made it harder for him to hold on.
“Oh baby,” he whispered, “you better be careful, or you’re gonna make me cum.”
Darcy’s hands massaged his shoulders, her fingers working their way up his neck. She locked eyes with him, her pupils dilated, irises burning with passion.
“That’s it, baby,” she whispered back, “I want you to cum for me.”
He held on for a moment longer, craving just one more chance to savor the pleasure. She was now bucking against his hips more wildly than ever. He envisioned the compromised state of the floodgates, and how any moment now the dam would burst open.
Darcy arched her back as she too felt herself once again approach climax. Holding onto his thighs for balance, she let out an exalted moan that cut through the night’s quiet. Bucky thrusted his hips upward in a final act of prowess, elevating Darcy like an acrobat. The sudden, intense quivering of her vagina sent him over the edge, causing him to release his wild orgasm.
His hands clenched her ass tightly as he came. The release he felt was unmatched as he barreled deeper into her. Her mouth and eyes widened at this powerful, unexpected thrust, advancing her orgasm to a new height.
Life was ecstasy. The pleasure was everything. And then…
Suddenly, Darcy was gone. Bucky’s eyes shot open in confusion at the suspension of her grinding on his lap. She was absolutely nowhere to be found. The only remnant of her existence was a hazy, green plume of glittery smoke.