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"Merry Christmas, Harry Potter." Darcy hiccuped into her glass of eggnog.
Harry Potter said nothing as his tale continued to unfold on the television screen.
"You and me Harry," she toasted the screen. "We're both all alone." She felt her lower lip tremble.
Steve and his team were away on a mission. He'd been gone for almost a week with no contact. To his credit, Steve had tried to explain that it was a deep cover mission.
Honestly, she'd taken it well. Darcy had kissed her boyfriend on the cheek before he boarded the plane. She had clutched hands with Jane and Pepper as they watched those that they loved leaving.
But she had thought that Steve would be back at the tower before Christmas. Darcy had been overwhelmed by Bucky's festive spirit. The former assassin had gone all out. There was a tree that they had decorated beautifully. It was Steve and Buckys' place but they had included Darcy. They had all gotten individual decorations with their names painted on. The walls of the apartment were adorned with fairy lights and tinsel. The tree took up an entire corner of the living room and underneath the fragrant green canopy lay their gifts.
Bucky had gone for shocking red wrapping paper with huge bows. He had gotten something for everyone in the tower. Tony had strictly forbidden ornate decorations but here, in this apartment, it was like a christmas wonderland.
Darcy put the glass down and chugged eggnog straight from the carton. The lights and color seemed to mock her. She was all alone waiting for her boys to come home.
Bucky had earned her love when he had scooped her into his arms when she was a little kitten. A woman never forgot a thing like that. A man who saved an innocent without even knowing who it was that he was saving.
Darcy was devoted to Bucky now. She fussed over him. The apartment smelt of the cookies that they had baked together because the counter was covered in tins containing the finished product.
She sniffled into a tissue. She could always go look for Jane but she felt safe here. The apartment was home. So Darcy had spent most of the evening watching her Harry Potter dvds.
"You'll be okay, Harry." She smiled tearfully well on her way to being tipsy.
"Please stop."
The voice came out of no where and Darcy threw her box of tissues at the threat. She tried to untangle herself from her makeshift blanket fort.
"You look most unbecoming when you cry."
Darcy chuckled, "I missed you too Loki."