"So, where are we going again?" he asked.
Darcy threw a grin over her shoulder. "You'll see. Somewhere fun, you need a break, space boy."
Mark raised an eyebrow. "A break from saving people?"
"A break from running yourself ragged," she shot back. "C'mon, trust me."
He did need a break. That much was obvious in the way he followed without another word. When they rounded the corner, the arcade lights hit them and Darcy's grin widened.
"There," she said, gesturing toward the door. "Time to test those so-called super reflexes."
Mark let out a soft laugh. "You brought me to an arcade?" Mark didn't even know they had an arcade in this town.
"Don't act disappointed. You look like you haven't touched a joystick since 2005."
"That's not true. I'm great at games." At least he was when he was a kid.
"Then prove it," she said with a challenging smirk.
They stepped inside, and the noise swallowed them whole. Mark blinked a few times, adjusting to the flashing colors and the blur of movement from every direction. It was very busy in here though that shouldn't be surprising considering how little entertainment there was in Puente Antiguo. Darcy, on the other hand, looked completely at home. She tugged at his arm, pulling him toward a classic fighter cabinet tucked near the back.
"Let's start with this," she said, already fishing a couple of tokens from her pocket. "Loser buys the next round."
Mark grinned and leaned closer. "You sure you want to make that bet? My reflexes are superhuman."
"Yeah, yeah, I've heard the brag before. Put your money where your mouth is, Grayson."
They each picked a character. Darcy went with the ninja. Mark picked a brawler. The match started fast, Darcy's hands flying over the buttons. Her character ducked, spun, and landed a flurry of kicks before Mark even reacted.
"Wait, wait—how did you—"
Darcy didn't give him the chance to finish. Another combo sent his health bar crashing down.
Mark frowned at the screen. "That should've connected. Is my controller busted or something?"
Darcy laughed, eyes never leaving the screen. "Excuses already? Come on, big guy, don't tell me the superhero can't handle a little button-mashing."
Her character unleashed a finishing move that sent his fighter flying off the screen. Mark dropped his head, pretending to sulk. "Unbelievable."
"Get good, space boy," she teased, smirking. "That's one for me."
Mark straightened up and slid another token in. "Rematch. This time, no distractions."
"Oh, I'm shaking."
The second round went worse. Darcy dodged everything he threw, countering with the precision of someone who lived in their mother's basement. He landed one heavy punch and looked momentarily proud, at least until she unleashed a spinning kick that drained the rest of his health.
Mark stared at the screen deadpan. "I think this joystick's broken."
"Sure," Darcy said. "Blame the hardware."
He laughed, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. You win this one. But next game something without buttons... Air hockey maybe?"
"Trying to change the battlefield?"
"Exactly."
They found an open table and both moved towards it, a smug look in Marks face as he approached. Mark slid a coin in, and the puck shot to life with a click. Darcy grinned and served. The puck zipped straight toward him, and he blocked it cleanly, sending it back twice as fast.
"See? Reflexes," he said.
Darcy returned it off the side, sneaking it past his guard and into the goal. "One-zero. Keep up, hero."
Mark scowled playfully. "Beginner's luck."
The next serve was faster. He put spin on it, but she caught the angle perfectly and scored again.
"Two-zero. Wow, are you even trying?"
"I'm warming up," he said, grinning.
They went back and forth, trading shots and taunts. When Mark finally scored, he threw his arms up like he had just won a championship. "Yes! That's what I'm talking about!"
Darcy just smirked. "Cute. Still losing though."
By the end, the score was 7–4 in her favor. Mark leaned on the table, breathless but laughing. "You're ruthless."
She shrugged. "You make it easy."
"Alright, you got me," Mark admitted, tossing her more tokens. "Dance game next?"
They stepped onto the DDR platform, arrows scrolling up the screen to pulsing beats. Darcy nailed the steps, her moves fluid and on-point. Mark kept up at first, his super reflexes syncing perfectly, but he overthought a combo and missed, stumbling slightly. "Damn these patterns are tricky."
Darcy laughed, hitting a perfect streak. "Get good! You're supposed to be invincible, not invincibly bad at rhythm."
"That was a lame joke," he said with a chuckle. Mark tried again on the next song, focusing harder, landing a flurry of steps that boosted his score. "See? Getting the hang of it." But she pulled ahead, ending with a high combo while he tripped on a double arrow.
She high-fived him anyway. "Not bad for a newbie. Hungry?"
Mark nodded "I could eat," he replied as they hopped off the dance pads. Mark and Darcy made their way to the snack bar at the back of the arcade, the counter sticky with spilled soda and littered with empty candy wrappers from the kids ahead of them. The waitress, a college-aged girl with pink-streaked hair and a name tag reading "Kayla," leaned over the counter as they approached, her eyes lighting up when she saw Mark.
"Hey there... what can I get for you two?" Kayla asked, her gaze lingering on Mark a little too long, a smile playing on her lips as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
Darcy stepped up beside him, looping her arm through his possessively. "Nachos, extra cheese, jalapeños, the works. And a couple of sodas."
Kayla nodded, but her attention stayed on Mark. "Nachos it is. You look familiar... you come here often?" She batted her lashes, ignoring Darcy entirely as she punched in the order.
Mark shifted uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous laugh. "Uh, first time here, actually. Just visiting."
Darcy cleared her throat loudly, her fingers tightening on his arm. "Yeah visiting me, so how long on those nachos?"
Kayla finally glanced at her, the smile fading just a touch. "Five minutes. I'll bring 'em over if you want." She winked at Mark. "Extra service for cute customers."
Mark's cheeks flushed slightly, and he stammered, "Thanks, but we'll wait here, no need to trouble yourself."
As Kayla turned to prep the order, Darcy pulled him aside, her voice a mock whisper. "Extra service? Please. She was two seconds from slipping you her number or dragging you to the bathroom."
Mark chuckled nervously, glancing back at the counter. "What? No, she was just being friendly."
"Friendly? She practically undressed you with her eyes," Darcy said, rolling hers but keeping her tone light, though a hint of cattiness crept in. "If I wasn't here, she'd have you between her legs before you could unbuckle that belt."
Mark laughed, trying to play it off. "You're exaggerating."
Darcy bumped his hip with hers. "Lucky for you, I'm here to fight off the other women, they'd eat you alive if I wasn't here."
Before Mark could respond, Kayla called out, "Nachos up!" She slid the tray over, her fingers brushing his as he took it. "Enjoy. Come back if you need... anything else."
"Thanks," Mark said quickly, avoiding eye contact as he grabbed the tray and steered Darcy toward a nearby table.
They settled into a booth, the nachos steaming between them, piled high with melted cheese, jalapeños, sour cream, and guac. Darcy dove in first, pulling a loaded chip free and crunching into it with a satisfied hum. "Okay, these are worth the flirting," she moaned before eating a few more. "So how is New York?"
Mark grabbed a chip, dipping it generously. "Same old, same old. Fought some street-level stuff, nothing major. But get thisc the mayor tried to give me the key to the city at a press thing. I didn't do it though, it felt kind of weird if I'm honest."
Darcy's eyes widened, mid-bite. "The key to the city? That's huge! Why didn't you take it? You'd be like, official New York royalty."
Mark shrugged, chewing thoughtfully. "I don't want people thinking I'm just New York's hero. I want folks everywhere to feel safe, not like I'm tied to one place. I've been trying to expand out of America more—Europe, Asia, wherever the calls come from—but it's hard being everywhere at once. One crisis ends, another starts."
Darcy nodded, licking cheese from her fingers. "You work too hard, you know that? It took weeks to get you back here for this date, I had to practically beg."
Mark raised a brow, smirking. "It's a date now? Thought we were just hanging out, playing games."
She flushed slightly, but played it off with a grin, popping another chip. "Could be. Depends on how the night goes."
They ate in comfortable silence, the nachos disappearing quickly as Darcy sighed contentedly after a particularly loaded bite. "God, I love junk food—melty, greasy perfection. It's the one thing that never lets me down."
Mark chuckled, watching her. "Yeah, but keep inhaling it like that, and you'll end up regretting it."
She snorted, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "Please Ever since puberty, all the fat just goes to two places." She grabbed her breasts playfully, giving them a little shake. "See? Built-in storage."
Mark coughed on his soda, nearly spitting it out as he set the cup down, his face turning red. "Jesus Darcy, warn a guy."
She laughed, leaning forward. "What? Too much? Come on, you're Invincible, you can't handle little ol me?" She asked grabbing them again.
He cleared his throat, changing the subject quickly. "So, how's work at Jane's? Still chasing the bifrost, or has it calmed down?"
Darcy leaned back, munching another chip. "Good, actually, she's been way more relaxed since you told her the boy toy's safe up in space-god land. Less yelling about stuff and more actual science. Though Erik's still grumbling about everything."
Mark nodded, grabbing the last nacho. "Glad to hear it. She's onto something big with those wormholes, her recent data looks very promising."
Darcy watched him for a moment, then noticed a group of teenage girls at a nearby game glancing over, whispering and giggling as they eyed Mark. Her expression shifted, a playful glint in her eye as she grabbed his arm. "Hey want to give them something to stare at? We could do it right here."
Mark blinked, confused. "Do what?"
She smirked, licking her lips slowly. "You know... make a scene."
His eyes widened, and he coughed again, glancing around at the crowded arcade. "What? Here? Darcy, we can't there are kids everywhere!"
She leaned in closer, her voice teasing. "Come on, it'd be fun show them how it's done."
"No way," he said, trying to sound firm but failing as his nervousness showed. "That's a terrible idea we'd get kicked out, or worse."
Darcy pouted, then tugged her shirt down just a bit lower, the neckline dipping until the edges of her areola peeked out. "You sure? Last chance..."
Mark's gaze flicked down involuntarily, then back up, his face heating. "Okay, fine... but not here. Bathroom?"
She grinned triumphantly, standing up. "Lead the way, hero."
He grabbed her hand, pulling her through the crowd toward the restrooms, his heart racing as they ducked inside. Mark pulled Darcy into the single-stall bathroom, the door slamming shut behind them as he fumbled for the lock, their laughter echoing off the tiled walls. The space was cramped, barely enough room for the sink, toilet, and a paper towel dispenser, and they bumped into the sink immediately, her hip knocking against the edge with a thud. "Ow! watch it, hero," she giggled, but she didn't pull away, instead yanking him closer by his shirt collar for a kiss.
Their lips met hard, tongues tangling right away as he backed her against the door, his hands roaming up her sides under her top. She moaned softly into his mouth, "Mmm," pressing her body against his, her fingers digging into his hair to pull him deeper. He fondled her breasts through her shirt, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened, making her arch into his touch. "You like that?" he murmured against her lips, nipping at her bottom one.
She broke the kiss with a grin, her breath hot on his neck. "You can't keep your eyes off my tits, can you? I see you staring, go ahead, they're all yours." She dirty-talked in a teasing whisper, guiding his hands lower as she bumped her elbow into the towel dispenser, sending a roll of paper tumbling to the floor. They both laughed, the sound muffled as he kissed her again, deeper this time, his tongue exploring her mouth while she ground against his thigh.
Mark lifted her slightly, setting her on the sink edge, but it wobbled under her weight, nearly tipping them both. "Whoa careful," he chuckled, steadying her with one arm while fondling her breast with the other, squeezing gently. "This place isn't built for a guy my size it seems."
"Or horny interns," she shot back, her hand sliding down to unzip his pants, fingers brushing his growing erection. "Mmm, already hard for me?" She pushed him back toward the toilet, her lips on his neck as she nipped and sucked. He sat down on the closed lid with a thump, pulling her between his legs.
Darcy knelt slowly, her eyes locked on his as she tugged his pants down further, freeing his cock. "Look at you, a big boy everywhere, huh?" She wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly at first, then leaned in to take him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip. Mark groaned, his head falling back against the wall with a soft bang. She sucked him deeper, bobbing her head while her hand worked the base, the rhythm building as she hummed around him. "Mmm," she moaned, the vibration sending shivers through him.
He threaded his fingers into her hair, guiding her gently. "God, Darcy... that feels amazing." She picked up the pace, her cheeks hollowing as she took him fully, gagging slightly but pushing through with a wink up at him. After a few minutes, she pulled back, strings of saliva connecting them, and smirked. "Time for the main event."
She stood, unbuttoning her shirt to reveal her bra, then unclasped it, letting her large breasts spill free. "You want these, don't you? Been staring all night." She pushed them onto his lap on the toilet, pressing her tits together around his cock, starting a slow titjob as she slid up and down, her soft skin enveloping him completely. Mark thrust gently between them, groaning at the sensation, his hands reaching up to fondle her nipples. "Fuck yes, your tits are perfect," he said roughly.
She moaned as she made eye contact with him "Squeeze them harder... I know you want to cum all over them." The motion built, her breasts bouncing as she worked him, but he pulled her up for a kiss, tasting himself on her lips. "Mmm," she moaned into his mouth, then dropped back down, taking him deep again to finish him off. He tensed, groaning as he came in her mouth, pulse after pulse that she swallowed with a satisfied hum.
After, she stood up, wiping her lips with a grin, then surprised him by lifting one leg high, resting her foot beside his ear while still standing, her body bending like a gymnast's as her thigh stretched effortlessly. Mark's eyes widened. "Whoa, how are you doing that? You're like... double-jointed or something?"
She laughed, holding the pose. "Yoga's a hell of a workout. Now fuck me, and it better be hard."
Mark stood, pulling her against him for another deep kiss, his hands fondling her breasts roughly as she moaned, "Mmm, yes! Maul my tits." He pushed her against the wall, but they bumped the paper towel dispenser again, rolls spilling everywhere with a clatter. Laughing, he lifted her leg higher—impressed again by how easily she held it—and thrust into her, starting slow but building as she urged, "Harder! fuck me harder!"
He obliged, pounding deeper, her back sliding up the wall with each thrust. She bit his shoulder to muffle a cry, but whispered, "Pull my tits, squeeze them." Mark groped her breasts hard, pinching her nipples as she moaned loudly, "Ahh, yes!" He tried to shush her, "Quiet. people will hear," but she shook her head, gasping, "Don't care fuck me!"
Her moans echoed in the small space, growing louder as she came hard, her body clenching around him with a shuddering "Ahh!" that pushed him over the edge, exploding inside her with a groan. Darcy giggled breathlessly, slumping against him. "That wasn't too bad, for a bathroom quickie."
Mark chuckled, still catching his breath. "Not too bad?"
"Maybe you'll do better in a few more rounds," she said with a wink.
He shook his head as he laughed. "I wish I could, but I need to get going soon."
Darcy teased, pouting playfully. "Cumming and gunning already? Hit it and quit it, huh?"
Mark rolled his eyes, pulling her in for one last kiss. "You make a good side piece," he said, rubbing her head messily and making her laugh as she swatted him away.
They cleaned up quickly, adjusting clothes in the mirror before unlocking the door and stepping out. People in the arcade stared, some whispering, others smirking knowingly as heads turned their way.
Darcy flushed, whispering, "I guess I was a little too loud."
Mark chuckled awkwardly as he straightened his shirt, his face still flushed from the intensity of the bathroom encounter, the small space now feeling even tighter. "We... we should probably go," he said, rubbing the back of his neck while avoiding her gaze. "Before someone calls security or something."
Darcy pouted, buttoning her shirt with a dramatic sigh, but her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Aw, already? And here I thought you had super stamina. Fine, party pooper let's bounce."
They slipped out of the food hall together, and stepped back into the arcade proper. Heads turned immediately, a group of teens at a nearby racing game whispered and snickered, an older woman at the prize counter shot them a disapproving glare, and even the clerk behind the snack bar raised an eyebrow. Mark kept his head down, guiding Darcy toward the exit with a hand on her lower back, but she burst out laughing once they hit the cool night air outside.
"Oh my God, did you see that old woman's face?" Darcy said, linking her arm through his as they started down the road back toward Jane's lab, the streetlights casting long shadows on the cracked sidewalk. "She looked like she was about to call the cops. Priceless."
Mark shook his head, still chuckling despite the embarrassment burning in his cheeks. "Yeah, I saw. Pretty sure the whole arcade heard us, thanks to you and those moans. We probably scarred some kids for life."
Darcy shrugged unapologetically, leaning into him as they walked, her steps light and bouncy. "Hey, if they're old enough for arcades, they're old enough for a little education. Besides, you weren't exactly quiet yourself, Mr. 'Oh God, Darcy.'"
He groaned, playfully shoving her shoulder. "I did not say that. And even if I did, it's your fault, you started with the titjob talk. How's a guy supposed to stay silent?"
She grinned up at him, her glasses slipping slightly down her nose. "Admit it, you loved every second. Next time, we find a quieter spot so we don't have to stop at just one."
Mark smiled, the tension easing as the lab's lights came into view at the end of the road, the desert night air carrying a faint chill that made her press closer. "Next time, huh? Bold assumption. But yeah, it was... fun. Unexpected, but fun."
Darcy tilted her head, looking at him curiously. "I know you can't get enough of me," she said with a grin
Before he could reply, a low rumble echoed in the distance, faint at first like thunder on the horizon, but growing louder with each second, vibrating through the ground beneath their feet. Mark stopped walking, his head tilting as he listened, the sound building into something mechanical and ominous.
"Wait a minute," he said, his easy smile fading as he scanned the darkened streets ahead, the rumble intensifying until it shook the windows of nearby buildings.
Darcy frowned, glancing around. "What is that? Earthquake?"
Mark's expression switched to serious mode in an instant, his body tensing like a coiled spring. "Run, get back to the lab, now!"
She blinked, confusion turning to alarm. "What? What's going on?"
"Run!" he shouted, giving her a gentle but firm push toward safety as the rumble peaked.
The moment the word left his mouth, a huge man in a red metal suit and a dome-like helmet crashed through a nearby building, bricks and glass exploding outward in a shower of debris that scattered across the road.
Mark flew directly at him, intent on tackling the intruder before he could cause more damage, rocketing forward with his shoulder braced for impact. But to Mark's surprise, the clash didn't budge the man—instead, he was barreled over like a ragdoll, the man's momentum carrying them both through the road as laughter boomed from the helmet.
The man grabbed Mark mid-tackle, slamming him into the ground with bone-jarring force that cracked the pavement, then lifted him again and smashed him down repeatedly while still charging forward, each impact sending shockwaves through Mark's body. "You think you can stop me, punk?" the man roared.
(AN: Damn Darcy is flexible, really flexible. Anyway I wonder who Mark has just encountered. Enjoy the chapter.)
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