she picks a soft grey-blue yarn that she thinks will bring out his eyes and knits in secret for weeks because she wants it to be a surprise. darcy likes making things for people, always has, and she doesn’t know bucky that well yet but she can’t quell the urge to fuss over him a little by making him something nice. she even makes up her own cabling pattern for it, one of the first patterns she’s written herself. it’s tricky, but the end result is extremely satisfying.
she gives it to him unceremoniously on a tuesday morning, when they’re the only ones drinking coffee in the main kitchen. it’s after steve and sam have gone for their run, and before tony has blearily stumbled into the kitchen in search of food. she doesn’t wrap it, just folds it neatly and hands it to him.
"what’s this?" he asks, confused. he’s holding it and petting it gently - it doesn’t escape darcy’s notice, and she’s glad she picked the softest yarn she could find.
"a scarf," she says brightly. "you seem cold a lot, and i don’t blame you, new york winters fucking suck - but i thought you could use one. although," she realizes belatedly, "you might already have one."
"no, this is nice," says bucky. he’s still turning it over in his hands appreciatively. "thank you. uh, you always tie yours, can you show me -"
"of course!" darcy grins at him. "there are a million ways to tie a scarf -“
from then on, darcy’s scarf makes a regular appearance in bucky’s rotation of comfy-safe clothes. it’s one of the nicest things he’s ever owned, including all the fancy stuff that’s part of the stark tower package, because it was made just for him.