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Why not both? OR! All three.

[ Clint, Steve and Thor all seem like the type of guy that Natasha just described, but who knows. Maybe there's something more to it. ]

Or you could just settle for me.

I think the idea of a harem is better in theory. Imagine how much money I'd spend keeping the three of them fed?

[A super soldier, a god from space, and a guy that drinks enough coffee to fill a lake? She'd have to go back to freelance.]

There's no settling for you, Darcy. You know you're a catch.

They're grown men, they can buy their own food.

[ Darcy is very confident that at least one of them knows how to buy groceries, but she may be over estimating them. ]

My tinder dates would suggest otherwise.

Isn't having all your needs met one of the perks of being in a harem?

[Not that it's a viable solution regardless. For...many, many reasons.]

I think my opinion carries a bit more weight than the three class acts you met earlier.

I guess that's true. I mean, what can you expect with tinder, though? Maybe you'll b e willing to share one of your beefy blonde men?

[ Any of them will do, honestly. ]

I'd say you should get on Raya, but from what I hear that's mostly just Australian DJs and "photographers."

[She adds air quotes around the word photographers that make it pretty clear the whole idea is a bit...shady.]

Hey, I've apparently got beefy blonds to spare.

[ Darcy picks up her phone again and makes a face. ] One of your guys sent me a dick pic. I give up.

[ She motions to the bartender for another drink and slumps down on the bar top. ]

You think any of those beefy blonds would be interested? Not Thor, but the other two? I might actually like getting dick pics from them.

Maybe you should switch to Bumble.

[There really are an endless number of dating app options. At least with Bumble the likelihood of surprise dick pics is...reduced.

Her mouth twitches into a little smile as she watches Darcy slump on the bar.] Can you do two green tea shots for us too, actually? Thanks.

[She's pretty sure beer's not going to cut it to chase that disappointment.] I'm not going to stop you. If you can convince Steve to send you a picture of his dick without him burning alive from embarrassment, you might deserve a gold medal.

I can be pretty convincing...

[ Darcy's not actually sure that Steve is interested in her, but she's perfectly willing to find out. ]

Do you have his number? That's a funner game than this tinder shit.

I do, but you have to cut him a break if he texts you just "Darcy." with a period at the end. Once I get Natasha-ed, I know I've gone too far.

[She pulls out her phone and starts up a group text with the three of them. In it, she types: ] Steve, Darcy and I are out having a drink. She's going to flirt with you. Relax, neither of us will be able to see how red you turn.

[There's an amused look on her face as she sets her phone down.] Please take me out of the thread before you get talking about dicks.

Okay but what happens if I succeed? I mean, hopefully it means I get a big blonde beefcake of my own, but what else?

[ She picks up her phone and sees that Natasha has started a group message with her and Steve, and well, maybe he'll actually like her. Or turn her down flat. She'll have to see. ]

Hi! I promise that I will do my very best to secretly turn you red. But no one actually needs to know.

[ Dutifully, Darcy removes Natasha from the thread, just in case she forgets. ]

I don't think you need me to draw you a diagram of all the things you can do with a big blond beefcake of your own. [There's a hint of a smirk at the corner of her mouth as she says it.]

They are very keen on moving furniture though. So it's nice to get them involved in that even if you have it covered.

But I would appreciate some pointers, [ Darcy responds with a grin. She sends a message to Steve and then sends another, asking for help moving furniture on the weekend. ]

So how long is this bet good for?

Well, I imagine there's some variation in preference from beefcake to beefcake. And I can only guess at them for two of three.

[Natasha considers the bet question.] 24 hours seems fair.

I will get that dick pic within twenty four hours. I've broken even more stubborn men in the past.

[ She makes a contemplative face and adds, ] what if I get him to sleep with me? Wait, I don't want that to be part of the bet. I want it to happen naturally.

You might want to consider breaking the dick pic bet while you're at it, because I think he would be genuinely crushed if he thought it was just for a bet.

And then conflicted about feeling crushed.

[Darcy stood a pretty good chance, actually. Steve might be the original definition of 'old fashioned,' but he was also mischievous enough to enjoy her shaking up the routine.]

You know what? You're absolutely right. Let's nix it. I wouldn't want him to be upset or think that I'm not serious about anything. I don't expect much to come from this, but I wouldn't want it to start off on the wrong foot if something does.

[ She takes a sip of her drink and then says, ] But who knows, I did ask him to help me move some furniture.

That was remarkably sweet for a conversation about dick pics. [Steve's absolutely going to get flustered, but she could see him forging through it to suggest coffee instead.

Honestly, she's going to be insufferable if it works. She's been trying to set Steve up for years.]

Building furniture is the siren song for blond beefcakes.

Sometimes I can be a little sweetie pie, [ Darcy laughs. ] Besides, I'm gonna scare that guy away. I don't have any old timey sensibilities and I'm going to ask if I can blow him within ten minutes of him being at my place tomorrow. It's all good though, at least my bookshelf will be put together.

[ She glances at her phone to see that Steve has messaged her back, so she quickly replies. ] He did ask me to go for coffee before coming over though. Is that a normal Steve move?

[Darcy's going to make Steve turn the color of an actual tomato. She's going to have to make him fess up to it.] He definitely moves a lot slower than a blow job within the first ten minutes. He's a good guy, though. Worth waiting for the slow pace.

[Her brow quirks with interest at her follow up question.] I'd say that's a fairly good sign he's interested.

I can try to control myself.

[ She grins over at Natasha, feeling pretty damn good about herself. ]

Maybe all I needed was a guy from the forties to treat me right.

You might be onto something there.

[Natasha sounds fondly amused as she continues.] I always flirt with the elderly vets Steve brings to parties. They are ridiculously charming. Last time the guy said 'darling, I'd take you to dinner any time, but we'll need to have my doctor on call to get me a new pacemaker before dessert.'

That's actually adorable.

[ She checks her phone once more and sees that Steve hasn't responded so she assumes that she'll just see him tomorrow. ]

Alright, well, I'm not worried about finding a tinder date anymore. What do you say we find somewhere more fun?

Isn't it? Maybe I'll actually take one of them out next time.

[Maybe she'll wait for the next Veterans Day event. She's pretty sure at least a few of Steve's older pals would get a kick out of bringing her to the events that always cluster around that day.

One brow arches at Darcy's suggestion.]

What were you thinking?

Maybe we can double date - me with Steve I mean.

[ Darcy definitely doesn't think that it's going to happen, but a girl can hope. Maybe they'll have coffee and build furniture tomorrow and then never see each other again, or maybe they will. She has no idea just yet. ]

Maybe wine and a movie at my place? I need to dig out that desk I never build for Steve tomorrow. Or we could get wild at the club.

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