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Barnes and Noble(Cap) had a guest and, according to Tony, that meant that he got to go if he brought the snacks(scotch and takeout).
And that's how Darcy found herself walking to one of the lower floor board rooms precariously balancing a bottle that's been around longer than she'd been alive, four tumblers, a bucket of ice spheres and a stack of menus from Tony's favorite places.
"J could you open the door please?" She called out.
"Miss Darcy, there seems to be a situation, I suggest--"
"I'm about to drop a bottle worth more than a year of my generous pay. No offense, bud, but I don't give a flying fudge cake what you suggest at the moment."
If AIs could show disapproval JARVIS just did. "Of course, Miss Darcy," was all he deigned to say as the door swung open.
Darcy was about to say something to Stark about how JARVIS had more personality than 80 percent of the high school kids that came on field trips every month but it was startled out of her.
Bucky Barnes was bent backwards over the table by a man who had even more hair than he did and he looked positively bored by three foot long knives inching ever closer to his neck. He didn't even have a hand, metal or flesh, up to protect himself.
She glanced to Tony and Steve who seemed way less freaked out than seemed appropriate, but at least Steve had his eyebrows raised a little. She looked back and holy shiitake mushrooms those knives were coming straight from his fist.
In typical Darcy fashion, her mouth went off before she could stop it. "What big claws you have."
He growled, actually growled at her or her comment or whatever, but the knives slid back up into his fist. She held her breath as he let Bucky go, stalked to her and snatched the bottle from her hand, causing her to drop the bucket of ice and the menus in a flurry of paper. He stomped past her without a word.
It was silent for a moment. "Did I say something wrong?" She asked, not really caring because, hello, fisty knives at her friend’s (yes, friend’s) neck.
"No," Tony smirked, sitting down as Steve went to help her clean up. "You just have a way with impossibly young war vets."
Darcy looked from Bucky’s to Steve’s face for confirmation then back to Tony. “Okay, to be fair that’s a demographic people only knew existed like two years ago.” She looked over her shoulder. “That there are three of them, let alone any, is ridiculous.”