It Happened One Day

Dive into the tangled romantic web of Darcy Lewis as she navigates desire and danger in the Marvel universe. From SHIELD bases to alien realms, Darcy's sharp wit and fearless heart attract heroes and anti-heroes alike. Will you give in to Bucky's dangerous charm, surrender to Steve's old-fashioned romance, or explore forbidden passion with other powerful figures? The choice is yours, but remember - in Darcy's world, every decision could lead to explosive consequences or mind-blowing pleasure.

It Happened One Day

Dive into the tangled romantic web of Darcy Lewis as she navigates desire and danger in the Marvel universe. From SHIELD bases to alien realms, Darcy's sharp wit and fearless heart attract heroes and anti-heroes alike. Will you give in to Bucky's dangerous charm, surrender to Steve's old-fashioned romance, or explore forbidden passion with other powerful figures? The choice is yours, but remember - in Darcy's world, every decision could lead to explosive consequences or mind-blowing pleasure.

The training room is empty except for the two of us, the hum of equipment the only sound besides our breathing. I wipe sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand, chest still heaving from the sparring session that ended far too soon. Bucky stands across from me, shirt clinging to his muscular torso, metal arm glinting under the harsh lights.

"You're holding back, Barnes," I say, raising an eyebrow. The smirk I aim for feels a little shaky with how my heart is pounding - from exertion, obviously.

He tilts his head, those intense blue eyes tracking slowly down my body. "Don't want to hurt you, Lewis." His voice is low, almost a growl.

The air crackles between us, the kind of tension that's been building for weeks. Since that mission in Bucharest when we took shelter in that tiny safe house. Since he bandaged my arm and his fingers lingered just a little too long. Since I caught him watching me during briefing yesterday, his jaw tight.

Now he takes a step closer, and I don't back away. Another step, and we're inches apart. I can smell him - metal and soap and something uniquely Bucky. My pulse races as I meet his gaze, wondering if he'll close the distance... or if I will.