Neighbors • Darcy Lewis

Light-O-Rama

Summary: Every year we both go all out for holiday decorating and we've developed this rivalry so intense that we're p much famous in our town for it

Characters: Darcy Lewis, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts

Tags: Female-Male Friendship, Humor, Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - No Powers

Darcy's utterly exhausted, sprawled out on her couch and trying fuse with the cushions. The passed few days have been nothing but nonstop work, she boxing up her aunt's belongings and storing them in the basement for the time being while moving in her own furniture and appliances.

A knock at the front door rouses her and she groans as she reluctantly climbs to her feet. Then trudging to the front door, she instantly regrets answering the door with the way she looks when her gaze lands on the two most handsome men she's ever seen in her life. Both are tall, one blonde hair and blue eyed while the other was a brunette and blue eyed as well. While the blonde had hair cropped short atop his head, the brunette had longer hair that was tied back and a metal prosthetic left arm.

"Uh.. hi?" She mumbles, absentmindedly tucking a wayward lock of hair behind her ear. "Can I help you?"

Two sheepish smiles are directed at her and the blonde lifts a up a pie so Darcy can see. "Hi. We're, uh, we're some neighbors of yours," he says. "We just got back from vacation and heard about your aunt Muriel. We're really sorry for your loss."

Darcy forces a small grin. "Oh. Thanks." As she takes the offered pie, she gestures with her head and steps away from the door. "Would you like to come in?"

The two men share a look and the brunette shrugs. "Sure. Why not."

As they enter the room, they introduce themselves as Steve and Bucky, husband and husband. And while Darcy mentally scoffs about all the good ones either being taken or gay, she's a little relieved now because they won't care too much about her appearance.

A low whistle catches her attention and she glances over her shoulder at Bucky who's looking around in wonder. "You really did a number on this place, didn't 'ya? Muriel was a bit of a hoarder."

Darcy snorts. "Yeah. I didn't know her, but when I got the tour of this place I was blown away by all of her collected junk. It's all in the basement if you're interested. Take what you want."

"Wait, what?" Steve blurts.

As they enter the kitchen, Darcy sets the pie down and immediately pulls out bottled waters from the fridge to pass around before taking a seat at the table. "Kooky aunt Muriel never reached out to me," she shrugs. "I didn't know she even existed until after the funeral when her lawyer sought me out to hand over the house and stuff. She never reached out when my mother died or when I was sent to the orphanage, but since I'm the last of the Lewis line.. she apparently left me everything."

Bucky leans forward in his seat. "When you say everything-" Steve smacks him upside the head and Darcy laughs.

"I mean everything," she tells them. "Apparently aunt Muriel was loaded. I seriously don't have to work for the rest of my life if I choose not to, but I'm not that much of a free-loader. I just gotta find my groove here in a neighborhood that I don't belong in."

Steve smiles sadly at her. "Don't stress. You'll find your groove soon enough. When Buck and I first moved in, people were kind of cold towards us because we're gay. But Muriel- Muriel accepted us right away. So whether you knew her or not, you have our condolences. She was a great lady."