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A near death experience does something to one's psyche. Once he was cleared to go home, and Darcy announced that she was on her way right now, Steve felt that he had to ask her the moment she opened the door because, well, he almost got his head cut off by renegade Doombots, and that's another one of those things that made him realize exactly how short life could be.
But then the door flung open and Darcy all but jumped on him, kissing him and repeating, Oh my God, oh my God over and over and throwing in the occasional Don't ever do that to me again as she started working on getting off his uniform.
Normally, Steve would have at least tried to get her into the bedroom. But, again, he'd nearly been decapitated and was extremely glad that he hadn't, because his girlfriend had just ripped off his gloves with her teeth, and well-after that, anything remotely resembling normal behavior was thrown out the window.
He still had his boots on as they fell to the floor, and Darcy was all but clawing at his back, and then she was on him and shit, he had almost died but he was lucky (so fucking lucky) that he didn't, because he had her and that was (almost) all that mattered. If only he could actually remember how to string together a vaguely coherent sentence, then this would probably be the best day ever.
Natasha showing up at the door (how had they forgotten to close the door?!), exclaiming something undoubtedly profane in Russian didn't ruin the day, but it definitely killed the mood.
The next day, as they sat in a conference room being debriefed, Natasha passed him a file folder with a Post-It affixed to the cover. In her scrawled, almost doctor-like handwriting was the phrase I saw nothing underlined three times.
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