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The next morning, Darcy snuck out of the bed to go make pancakes. She told JARVIS to send a notice for Bruce and lock down both Tony’s and Jane’s labs until they ate something. The three scientists stumbled in, Jane and Tony bleary-eyed and Bruce looking at them bemusedly. Darcy then told JARVIS to tell Steve, Nat, Sam, and whoever else was in the tower, whether they be Thor, Agent Hill, Agent May, Agent Coulson, or Skye, to come and grab something to eat. Then she grabbed a giant platter of pancakes and a bottle of syrup and retreated to Clint’s room, Nat wolf-whistling after her. She vaguely heard Nat begin an explanation to Steve and the others as she left.
Clint was just beginning to stir when she walked back in, though Bucky was still sleeping.
“Hey,” she greeted him quietly.
Clint grinned at her. “He’s still sleeping. Normally he wakes up every time I roll over.”
Darcy grinned back. “Well, that’s good. He needs some sleep. I made pancakes; want some?”
Clint slowly crawled out of bed and came to join her at the table. He took a bite of his first pancake and moaned in delight. “These are the best pancakes ever!”
Bucky stirred a little at the noise and woke up slowly. He sat up on his elbows and squinted towards them. “Morning,” he said, his voice rough sleep.
Darcy smiled affectionately at him. “I made pancakes,” she said, “come grab a plate.”
Soon Bucky, too, was moaning in happiness. “I’ve never had better pancakes,” he said appreciatively.
Darcy watched them affectionately as they wolfed down the food. She was proud that she was able to cook for her soulmates, that they liked her food.
After eating, Clint dragged her and Bucky back to bed for ‘fun time’, as he called it. They didn’t emerge from Clint’s room until about 2:00 in the afternoon for lunch.
Darcy led the way into the common kitchen. Natasha was sitting on the counter, and she jumped down to congratulate her friends. Steve quickly emerged from the living room and pulled Bucky into a hug. Darcy absentmindedly figured he must have had JARVIS notify him when they left Clint’s rooms.
Within the week, Tony had Darcy’s things moved onto Clint’s floor. Darcy cuddled contentedly with her soulmates. It was great, having finally met them. Sure, there were occasionally bad days, but the three of them got along brilliantly and she wouldn’t trade it for the world.