Five Avengers Darcy danced with and one she took home. exactly what it says on the tin. I especially like the Bruce and Tony sections, and that it ends with Steve/Darcy.
He and Gaila lie to each other for fun, and they're totally open in bed. She likes everything he has to suppress to be a good captain -- and a good human being, really -- and being with her makes him feel like he's actually okay the way he is. Of course an escaped Orion pirate slave is the woman for him. Feelings are hard, but Kirk and Gaila are figuring them out. Aw. This is adorable
It had been Pepper's idea, that they give fake names to the men who flirted with them, and while Natasha had been a little dubious at first, it was fun. Coming up with a persona that wasn't needed for infiltration, elaborating a back story without one eye always on a final goal: Lady Fiona Dashwood, she decided, was a little spoiled and quite giggly and thought that New York at Christmastime was so much more interesting than her family's Kentish stately pile. Pepper had come over all Katharine Hepburn, calling herself Susan Vance and putting on the accent to match. Pepper and Natasha: BFF HBIC WHO FIGHT CRIME.
Pepper is curled up on her side, all the way on her end of the bed even though she's got the whole thing to spread out on; she must be hot, because the sheets are down around her stomach. She shifts, turning a little, and he stops, his brain shorting out for a second, because she's lying there wearing his tank top. His one. Not anybody else's. Not hers. His. Sweet, hot Tony/Pepper.
"You don't need me anymore. Why do you still care?” Bucky wasn't sure why he blurted that out—probably it was the sleep-deprivation and the exhaustion and the last, fading dregs of starvation. Maybe it was the sting of iodine on burnt flesh. But once he started talking, there was no stopping. His mouth ran on of its own accord. “You've always kind of been the best person ever—I was just...the only one who knew. Now everybody knows and what the hell do you need me for?” “James Buchanan Barnes.” Full name—Bucky was in trouble. “I know I call you an idiot a lot, but I want you to know that I've never really, truly meant it until this moment. You—are an idiot." Oh, Bucky. OF COURSE STEVE STILL LOVES YOU BEST.
"Milady," Paco's most respectable and genteel tones rang through the intercom. "Your carriage awaits. And I mean, it waits for you in your garage, because you're the only one with a car, so can I come in?" Adorable bit of Paco/Brenda, Jaime/Traci fluff.
"I'm not like Dougie," T.J. says. "You don't have to be," Bud says, but he doesn't mean it. T.J. gets it. He can be the queer son, but not the screw-up. He doesn't get to be both. He can do appearances with Justice Nash and talk about gay rights, and date a young Republican to show how bipartisan his family is. He can be gay, but everywhere else he has to fly straight. If he was a better person, than he could do that, and maybe than he wouldn't feel like he was still treading water and already starting to sink under. But he's not Dougie. He wishes he could be. Totally believable, heartbreaking backstory for Doug and TJ, from their life growing up in the White House to who they were when we met them on the show.