#quicktaser

[kayharrisons]

Quicktaser nation how we doin this fine day

[janeykath318]

Fall Drabbles Masterlist

Thor x Reader, woodchopping

TaserTorch, spooky and flannel

Shieldshock, blind dating a witch

Phil Coulson x Reader, leaves, witches

TaserBones, gourds, woodchopping

Shieldshock: Ghost! Steve

Clint Barton x Reader: Cider, haunted

Wintershock: leaves, corn maze

Steve Rogers x Reader: gourds, apples

Sam Wilson x Reader: Cider, spooky

Romanogers: Haunted, wood chopping

StrangeTaser: festival, spooky

TaserWings: Candy corn, festival

Jim Kirk x Reader: Costume, fall colors

Stephen Strange x Reader: apples, festival

Johnny Storm x reader: caramel, trick or treat

Bucky Barnes x Reader: fall colors, pumpkin spice

Steve x Sharon: costume, apples

WinterWitch: Caramel, apples

Daisy Johnson x Daniel Sousa: Witches, apples

Bruce Banner x Reader: leaves, candy corn

Quicktaser: Hayride, costume

BuckyNat: Corn maze, cider

Loki x Reader: apples, gourds

Bucky x Reader: jack o'lantern, sweater

Shieldshock: Haunted, trick or treat

SarahBucky: Haunted, apples

Steve Rogers x reader: pumpkin Patch, leaves

TaserBones: pumpkin spice, caramel

Wintershock: fake dating, hayride, pumpkin spice

Steve x Sharon: Celebrity/bodyguard AU, leaves, gourds

[superheroesofbothuniverses]

December 6 Holiday Prompt fic: Quicktaser

Prompts: Wreaths, Blind dating, Quicktaser

Darcy was doing a little window shopping, admiring the festive displays when she was unceremoniously tackled to the ground, landing in an awkward heap on the snowy sidewalk. She spluttered as she sat up.

“Hey! What was THAT?” she angrily barked, checking for her purse and taser. “Watch where you’re going!”

“Are you okay ma’am?” an older man asked. “That giant wreath fell down and barely missed you. Some really fast kid zoomed up, knocked you out of the way, then disappeared.”

“I’m fine, just embarrassed.” Darcy said as she clambered to her feet, jaw dropping at the sight of the eight foot wreath that had nearly taken her out.

“Wow! You weren’t kidding!” she muttered. “That was close.”

She wondered why her mysterious savior hadn’t bothered to check on her before he vanished, but decided it wasn’t worth stewing over. Some people liked to be anonymous and science was beckoning her.

“Are you excited for your blind date tonight?” Jane asked slyly as they pored over their data.

“Ugh. Don’t remind me,” Darcy groaned. “I should never have taken that stupid bet and now I have to be Nat and Yelena’s latest victim.”

“On the bright side, you know he’s been very thoroughly vetted and probably threatened with dismemberment should he misbehave.”

“True,” Darcy admitted. “Those two are SCARY. I’m lucky they like me.”

“Who wouldn’t like you?” Jane responded.

“Well…..you don’t like me when I have to use tough love to get you to eat and sleep when you’re on a science bender.”

“Maybe not, but I do know you have my best interests at heart, so the annoyance is only temporary,” Jane replied. “Also, you should wear the royal blue dress tonight. It makes your eyes pop.”

Jane forced Darcy out of the lab at five so she could go get dressed and though Darcy grumbled a good amount during the process, she smiled with satisfaction at the result.

She made it to the restaurant in good time, glad that Nat had picked a place she frequented and was known to the employees.

“Welcome, Darcy,” Emily the hostess greeted her. “Your table is waiting. Let me just say, he’s quite the gentlemen. The servers are vying for who gets to wait on you two.”

Darcy chuckled. She was used to the super suave types, but she’d learned to withhold judgment.

Emily led her to a booth and a very attractive man rose to greet her.

“Dr. Lewis?”

Wow, that was a beautiful smile.

“Yes, I am. Nice to meet you…..”

“Pietro. Pietro Maximoff. It is an honor to meet you, Darcy. You helped my sister last year and she speaks highly of you.”

Darcy was speechless for a moment as her brain whirled. When he started to look worried, she sat down and tried to gather her wits.

“Sorry about that. I should be used to the whole “not actually dead” surprise after all this time of hanging around superhumans and spies, but wow! Wanda kept that close to the vest.”

“She did,” Pietro confirmed. “I came out of hiding just before the snap.”

“Oh, man.” Darcy winced sympathetically. “Ouch.”

They went silent for a moment and then suddenly a few pieces fell into place.

“Wait a minute…….you’re Quicksilver, so you were probably the speedy dude who knocked me over this morning before The Giant Wreath could concuss me..

It was Pietro’s turn to gape before a sheepish grin appeared on his handsome face.

“I thought I recognized you. Such a stunning woman like you is impossible to forget.”

His accent did things to her, Darcy admitted.

“I definitely would have remembered you, but you’re too damn fast. Thank you, by the way. I didn’t survive Dark Elves, Evil Robots, and the Hex to get taken out by a wreath. Nice suit, by the way.”

“Thank you,” Pietro replied warmly. “You look exquisite in blue. Very, very lovely.”

Darcy felt herself blushing at the way he looked at her. He was a smooth one, alright. She would have to be very, very, careful.

“This very much makes up for getting knocked on my ass this morning,” she declared, as he walked her to her car afterwards. The conversation had been fun and lively, but she’d also been able to see a glimpse of Pietro’s genuine passion for justice and human rights. There was much more than met the eye with him, though what DID meet the eye was exceedingly fine.

He grinned at her.

“Good, because I would very much like a second date.

[fuckyeahquicktaser]

Just Peachy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3Gb3fgl

by Dresupi

“Okay so like… just… don’t take it personally if my dad just like… seems like he hates you. He’s like that with everyone, and it’s nothing personal.”

Peter snorted. “What are you talking about? Have you met me? I’m delightful.”

Words: 1290, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, WandaVision (TV), X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Darcy Lewis, Peter Maximoff (x-men)

Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Peter Maximoff (X-Men)

Additional Tags: One Shot, Established Relationship, Meeting the Parents, Original Character(s), Attempt at Humor, Wordcount: 1.000-3.000

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3Gb3fgl

[ibelieveinturtles]

Darcy Lewis/Pietro Maximoff

@darcylewisbingo

Title: After The Hex

Collaborator(s): ibelieveinturtles

Square (letter, number, and prompt): Y1, Darcy x Pietro

Pairing/Main Ship: Darcy/Pietro

Rating: G

Major tags: Darcy Lewis, Pietro Maximoff,  The Hex

Warnings/Triggers: none

Summary: Darcy knows there's more than meets the eye with regards to the new Pietro Maximoff, so after the Hex comes down she goes looking for him.

Word Count: N/A

[freudensteins-monster]

Just saw over on @fuckyeahdarcylewis a fic called "Queen of Sokovia" (a darcy/zemo fic). The title immediately made me think of a QuickTaser fic idea, basically a The Prince & Me AU with Pietro as the trouble making playboy son of the King and Queen of Sokovia, a small European country no ones ever heard of.

After one too many clashes with the local paparazzi, and one too many lectures from his family, including his much more serious twin sister, about his responsibilities as Crown Prince he cons them in to letting him enrol in an American university where he says he'll study political science and do some growing up away from the all the attention he gets at home. In reality he just wants to enjoy frat parties and spring break with all the beautiful college girls he sees on social media.

Through some misinformation or perhaps some sneakiness on Wanda's part Pietro winds up enrolled at Culver University, who have done away with frat row etc and has a strong feminist culture.

Cue meet ugly with Darcy, a poli sci study buddy. Slowish burn enemies to friends to lovers as Pietro does a lot of growing up after watching Darcy get into a debate with a classmate about Sokovia's tense/complicated political situation, something he's been wilfully ignorant about.

And just as he and Darcy get together/fall in love paparazzi flood the campus and catch them in an intimate moment and start referring to him as the new King of Sokovia, which is a really shitty way to learn his parents have been killed by rebels/political rivals (or something a touch less dramatic).

Pietro has to return home, mourns with his sister, and prepares for his parents funeral / his coronation.

Cut back to Darcy moping around campus. She and Pietro haven't technically broken up but they haven't exactly talked since he left either. She goes to class one day to find everyone in a tizzy over what happened in Sokovia overnight. Fearing the worst she looks it up to find a video making the rounds of Pietro abdicating the throne to his sister (in dramatic fashion).

Cue Pietro's return/their reunion.

And they lived happily ever after, perhaps flashing forward to a royal wedding so that Darcy can have her princess makeover moment.

[michelle-manips]

Darcy Lewis/Peter Maximoff Graphic

[fireflywonder]

Who’s ready for the crack ship of Evan Peters! Pietro x Darcy?

[that-wimpy-cowboy-doll]

Love Quotes Prompt List

Romantic quotes and familial love quotes that resonate from some of your favorite books and movies.  If you request, I’ll write a drabble based on one of the quotes that will either include the quote or be inspired by it.

Feel free to reblog and use for your own writing and your own followers <3

“We’ll always have Paris.” - Casablanca

��As you wish.” - The Princess Bride

“No, I like you very much.  Just as you are.” - Bridget Jones’s Diary

“Listen to me, mister.  You’re my knight in shining armor.  Don’t you forget it.” - On Golden Pond

“I don’t know if we each have a destiny, or if we’re all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze - but I think maybe it’s both.  Maybe both is happening at the same time.” - Forrest Gump

“You want the moon?  Just say the word, and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down.” - It’s a Wonderful Life

“But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you.  Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.” - 10 Things I Hate About You

“They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that’s true.” - Big Fish

“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return.” - Moulin Rouge

“I’m also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.” - Notting Hill

“You should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how.” - Gone with the Wind

“In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find someone who loves you for exactly what you are.  Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you.” - Juno

 “What I really want to do with my life - what I want to do for a living - is I want to be with your daughter.  I’m good at it.” - Say Anything

“You don’t marry someone you can live with, you marry the person you cannot live without.” - P.S. I Love You

“I wish I knew how to quit you.” - Brokeback Mountain

“When he looks at me, the way he looks at me, he does not know what I lack.  Or how I am incomplete.  He sees me, for what I am, as I am.” - The Shape of Water

“Nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you.” - The History of Love

“Our relationship wasn’t the sun, the moon, the stars, but it wasn’t bullshit either.” - This Is How You Lose Her

“My affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject forever.” - Pride and Prejudice

“If you’re a bird, I’m a bird.” - The Notebook

“‘How many times must I ask you to call me [first name]?’ ‘At least once more, [Mr./Ms./Mx. Last name], as always.’” - Pirates of the Caribbean: The Black Pearl

“I will never stop trying.  Because when you find the one...you never give up.” - Crazy Stupid Love

“You get to be more you than you have been in...in a very long time.  You deserve everything you want.” - Love, Simon

“I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven, and the shit won’t go away.” - Love & Basketball

“‘How do you spell love?’ ‘You don’t spell love. You feel it.’” - Winnie the Pooh

“My dream wouldn’t be complete without you in it.” - The Princess and the Frog

“You have to promise you won’t fall in love with me.” - A Walk to Remember

“I knew I’d never be able to remember what [first name] wore that day.  But I also knew I’d never forget the way she looked.” - Father of the Bride

“I’ve come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is, and always will be, yours.” - Sense & Sensibility

“I was hoping this would be a happy ending.” - Shrek

[stardustedgirl]

hi i know i fell off the face of the planet but have a cute lil witness protection drabble while i FINALLY finish the second chapter :’)

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When Darcy gets home from work, with four reusable bags of groceries on her arms and pinched feet, she isn’t expecting to hear an ear piercing scream from the living room. The groceries are abandoned in her mad grab for the gun they keep in the tale by the front door. She toes off her heels and creeps on quiet feet towards the living room, breathing deeply in relief when another scream pierces the ear - one of laughter. Clicking the safety back on, Darcy drops the gun back in its drawer and takes the groceries to the kitchen before making her way towards the living room. Darcy steps into the living room and pauses at the sight before her. Mia is in her play pen, cackling wildly as she watches the chaos before her. Cassie is standing on the armchair with one foot propped up on the arm, grinning at Pietro, who has Leo on his back. The man has one foot on the couch, the other on another armchair and his head jerks up when she clears her throat.

“The floor is lava!” He warns, fake panic in his voice as his eyes widen dramatically. Darcy’s eyes widen and she yelps as she leaps and lands on one of the pillows on the floor. “Save yourselves, forget about me!” she wailed, jumping to another pillow and eyeing the loveseat. “Think I can make it?” she asks him across the living room, watching Cassie leap to the armchair’s footrest cautiously. “With your athletic abilities? Not a chance,” he teases back as Leo directs him further onto the couch. “Oh really? We’ll see about that,” she scoffs, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she eyes the distance between her cushion and the loveseat again. Without second-guessing herself too much, the brunette sprang across the space, landing in an ungraceful heap on the squishy cushions.

“Hah!” she crows victoriously as she sits up on her knees, mindful of her skirt as she does. He beams at her as Cassie laughs wildly, Leo cheering her on from his place on Pietro’s back. “Every man for himself, traitor,” he tells the little boy, carefully flipping the boy over his shoulder to stand on couch next to him. “Oh really?” Leo asks, and Darcy can see the telltale glint of mischief in his face the instant before he gives Pietro a shove and the man topples backwards, barely saving himself from rolling off the couch.

“Oh you’re gonna pay for that!” Leo cackles and leaps to the pillows on the floor, crossing the living room to his sister with the grace only a five year old on a mission could achieve. “Your just mad Mom is better at this than you,” he teases as he leaps for the armchair and Cassie pulls him in assistance. “Leo’s right,” she agrees, sassily cocking her head at Pietro.

“Traitors! All of you, traitors!” he squawkes back in disbelief as Darcy, in all her agile glory, jumps to the couch. “Don’t be mad,” she croons with faux compassion, batting her eyes at man in front of her. Neither pretended to have seen the way her face went soft when Leo called her mom, and neither pretended to notice how Cassie didn’t react in the slightest.

[tasers-and-mischief-blog]

There are explanations in the summary and notes of what the hell I’ve done (hint; I’m confused too), but this will be a multipairing collective of me just posting all the prompts in different, semi-linked universe.

The common thread?

Darcy Lewis is Mai - that is, a member of the feline-affiliated humanoid species from The Nine Lives of Chloe King - and working as the social media PR manager for the Avengers.

Some chapters are ambiguously placed within the greater MCU, given the nature of the pairings themselves. Some of them are going to be really weird.

[kayharrisons]

[Screaming in Quicktaser frenemies to lovers]

[janeykath318]

Quicktaser

Fall Words: Hayride, costume

Blind dating

Fall words: Hayride, costume

“That’s your date in the Spider-Man costume Darcy. Good luck guessing.”

Darcy rolled her eyes and groaned. Why had she been so stupid to make a bet against Sharon Carter, of all people? The consequences of losing had been forced to attend her halloween party/hayride with a blind date of Sharon’s choosing. Natasha had refused to help, saying Darcy should have known better.

Traitors! she thought furiously, trying to get any hint of Spider-Man’s identity. He was wearing the mask so his face was concealed, but she could see He was tall and lean, but in a filled out grown man way, not a teenager at least. Sharon wouldn’t do that to her.

Spider Man must have recognized her elf costume, because he abruptly left his conversation with Steve and Clint (Superman and Robin Hood, respectively) to approach her.

“Darcy Lewis?” he asked. She didn’t recognize the voice, but it had an accent she thought she’d heard before…..

“Yes, I am. Nice costume, Spidey. May I ask who you are?”

He ripped off the mask, revealing silvery blonde hair and a very attractive, if slightly arrogant smirk.

“Pietro Maximoff, at your service.” He answered, giving a dramatic bow. “I must say, you make a magnificent elf.”

“Thank you,” she answered, slightly puzzled. “I honestly thought you were dead. I’ve heard stories……”

Pietro nodded.

“Yes, well…….it didn’t stick. Unfortunately for Wanda, I am still around to annoy her.”

He shot a fond look at his twin, who was busy dispensing drinks and joking with Bucky.

Darcy chuckled.

“I mean, what are siblings for, anyway?” she agreed, deciding to go with the flow. She’d heard rumors that he was a bit of a flirt, but, hey, might as well have a little fun, right?

“It’s really too bad she didn’t tell me how cute you were,” she went on, adding a touch of flirting as. “I might not have dreaded this so much.”

Pietro grinned at her.

“She did tell me you were very pretty, which is a gross underestimate, but she also told me if I misbehaved, I could expect to experience great pain in the lower regions.”

“Very true,” Darcy admitted gleefully, glad to hear her reputation preceded her. “I keep my trusty taser with me at all times. I really hope I won’t have to use it.”

“So do I,”Pietro agreed, favoring her with a heart-stoppingly beautiful smile. “So do I.”

Sharon and Natasha observed their interaction with decided satisfaction.

“She’s flirting right back. This is going better than I’d expected,” Sharon observed.

“Yes, our plan is off to a great start,” Natasha agreed, sharing a conspiratorial look with Sharon. “If we’d tried a couple years ago, he would probably be on the ground right now.”

“Timing is everything,” Sharon sighed, shooting a wistful look at a certain tall Avenger.

[superheroesofbothuniverses]

Now it’s on to some QuickTaser!

Finished a Taserbones mini fic and am now working on some TaserWings!

[fuckyeahquicktaser]

Ambiguous Disingenuity

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3KuuxBG

by Dresupi

Darcy bit her lip, glancing over at Peter.  

She wished she could communicate telepathically. Like just this once. Dude, I’m about to smash my mouth on your mouth would that be okay?

Words: 1284, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, WandaVision (TV), X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Darcy Lewis, Peter Maximoff (x-men)

Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Peter Maximoff (X-Men)

Additional Tags: One Shot, Fakeout Makeout, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Awkward Boners, Banter, Wordcount: 1.000-3.000

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3KuuxBG

[littleplebe]

A sweet nothing for one of my favourite human writing machines @dresupi. Happy birthday, my friend. You’re an inspiration. 💕

Shout out to the absolutely amazing @aenariasbookshelf for her cheerleading and hand holding.

Note: If I were you, I’d read Pietro’s lines with his signature accent. It helps. I think.

“This forest is dangerous place for girl like you.”

The accent. It was thick and heavy. Russian, she decided after some thought. The words sounded like a warning, almost a promise of something bad about to happen; but the face that went with the words was too young, too curious to be threatening.

“What about a boy like yourself?”

A slight curve of lips. A smirk that reminded her of the wolf in the fairytale Red Riding Hood. “I can take care of myself.”

“So can I.”

“Maybe so. But can you do this?”

There was a flash of something. The wind blew past her in an unusual sort of way and she felt herself falling… and falling… and falling.

Darcy screamed. Her eyes snapped open to find her fellow flight passengers looking at her in alarm. Beside her, Jane jerked awake, wild and alert.

“Wha… what happened?”

Darcy gulped. An apology was on the tip of her tongue but her body felt rigid and heavy, almost as if she was frozen in place, staring straight ahead as she tried and failed to hold on to the last vestiges of her dream.

“Hello! Earth to, Darcy.” Jane placed a hand on hers, trying to get her attention. “Woah, you’re freezing!”

“Sorry,” came out nearly a minute later as her body slowly relaxed and her brain regained enough awareness to realize that a member of the cabin crew was standing there with a glass of water and blanket in her hands.

“Don’t apologize,” Jane said, taking the blanket from the woman’s hand and draping it over Darcy’s lap. “Tell me what happened.”

“Bad dream, I think,” Darcy mumbled, gratefully sipping the warm water, feeling it slide down her throat all the way to her stomach. It felt unexpectedly good.

“You think?”

Darcy shrugged. She couldn’t remember what she had been dreaming about. She couldn’t even recall what she was feeling just a moment ago when she had woken up screaming. It should have frustrated her since she was just as confused as Jane, but it didn’t really. Darcy Lewis was someone who didn’t dwell on stuff. She preferred living in the moment. And this moment with Jane, where they were flying to a new location to live and work with new people, was pretty incredible.

“Darcy, are you sure you’re okay?”

Perhaps a change of subject was in order.

“Yes. Are we there yet?”

Almost as if he had heard her, the pilot’s voice rang out through the speakers, informing them all they had reached New York and would be landing soon.

Darcy grinned at Jane. “We’re gonna take the city by storm, Janey.”

It was nice to see the concern on her friend’s face melt into excitement.

-

“What’s a place like you doing in a girl like this?”

The accent. It was thick and heavy. Russian, she decided after some thought. The words made her smile even as the face made her heart beat a little faster. She turned so she was facing him, openly checking him out to see whether it would make him uncomfortable. It didn’t.

“You mean on this balcony or in this tower?”

“Tower,” he said after a moment, coming to stand next to her, resting his elbows on the sleek wooden railing as he studied her with interest.

She could sense his eyes linger on the fanny pack around her waist and the knee-length Capri she was wearing. She knew she looked like someone who was about to go off camping into the woods, but that is how she dressed now, ready for any type of world ending situation. She had started wearing the fanny pack after the Destroyer attack. It carried things important to her and things that would be helpful in difficult circumstances. Like her dad used to say, “It never hurts to be prepared, kiddo.”

“Let’s just say I’m attracted to opulence,” she replied with a straight face, uncaring whether he’d catch on to her sarcasm.

Surprisingly, he did and an amused little smirk formed on his face. It looked so familiar that for a second, Darcy thought she was having déjà vu. She returned his smile and let her eyes sweep over the stunning Manhattan skyline. The sun was about to go down and she had never seen a more orange sky. There were hints of pink and yellow here and there, enhancing the beauty of the scene, making it a perfectly wonderful sight to behold. Anyone who had clearance to this part of the tower was very lucky.

The stranger seemed to think so too because he casually revealed, “I come here to think.”

Darcy feigned surprise. “Oh, there’s a brain behind that pretty face?”

“Hah-ha.” He moved his elbow as if to nudge her playfully but thought better of it, tucking it back into his body at the last second. Maybe he wasn’t as confident as he let on. “You’re new, no?”

“Nope. Been working here for years,” she lied, silently admiring the brown locks of hair falling over his forehead. He was strikingly handsome, almost to the point of distraction. It was disconcerting.

He stared at her for a minute, then shook his head decisively. “I’d have remembered you.”

She hadn’t expected the compliment, hadn’t expected the flush of heat creeping up her neck or the strange flutter in her belly. She supposed, with a face like that, she would have remembered him too if they had ever crossed paths before.

But she wasn’t done messing with him yet. “Not if you have amnesia.”

“What’s that?”

“Memory loss.”

His brow furrowed. “I don’t have amnesia.”

“That’s what all amnesiacs say.”

She grinned when he rolled his eyes. It wasn’t a bad way to be welcomed to the Avengers Tower, by an attractive Russian man on a balcony watching a beautiful sunset.

-

“You again.” She would recognize that silver mop of hair anywhere. Then again, they had met just two days ago, so the memory of him was still pretty fresh in her mind.

He didn’t seem to care for her icy tone and continued looking at her with interest. His eyes flickered to the tent behind her, then to the bonfire she had built, and back to her. “What’s your name? Why are you here?”

She set aside the marshmallow she was roasting and scowled at him. “I’m not talking to you. You pushed me into the creek!”

He gave her a winning smile. “But I also pulled you out.”

“What, so you want me to thank you for that? Throw myself at your feet and refer to you as my savior?”

A look of confusion passed over his features. “Er… no.”

“There are other ways to show off your super powers, dude!” She huffed and went back to making s’mores. Silence reigned on them as she continued with her meal while he stood frozen in one spot, eyes fixed on her, looking utterly lost. It was unclear what was more disappointing to him: that she wasn’t scared of him or that she didn’t want to be friends with him. Well, excuse her for not being impressed. Thor was a literal God and he had nearly gotten her killed in New Mexico. She was done being friends with trouble. Super done.

The trees around them rustled, an owl hooted somewhere, making the hair on her arm stand on end, the fire crackled happily before her and he still stood there like a statue. It was becoming difficult to ignore his presence.

“Why are you still here?”

He blinked and then averted his eyes. “I don’t want to go back to them.”

“To whom?”

“HYDRA.”

-

“Why don’t you like Tony Stark?”

“He’s the reason my parents are dead.”

“Then why are you in his tower, working for him?”

“I don’t work for him. I work for SHIELD. I just live here.”

“I heard Stark himself sought you out and brought you here from Sokovia.”

“That doesn’t change my feelings for him.”

“But you don’t want him dead anymore.”

“I don’t know what I want.”

-

“We have to stop meeting like this.”

Darcy jumped, nearly falling off the branch she was perched on. She had climbed up a tree to snap some pictures of her tent and the landscape from above. God knew if she’d ever have a chance to experience something like this again. Nature in its true form. Unkempt and untouched.

She glared at the man before her. He hadn’t been there a second ago and had literally appeared in the blink of an eye. “We would if you stop following me,” Darcy snapped, reaching forward to swat his arm.

Pietro laughed. It was a genuine heart-melting sound of delight. Such laughs were so rare coming from him that Darcy had learned to cherish them. He scooted forward until their knees were touching and plucked a stray leaf from her hair. Butterflies immediately erupted in her stomach and her expression softened.

“If you wanted me to stop following you, why did you tell me where you were camping next?”

Darcy turned pink. He had caught her there. It sucked that he was aware of how much she enjoyed his company but it didn’t bother her as much as it normally would have. Pietro never used that knowledge to his advantage and that kinda made him more attractive to her.

She tried to divert. “You’re lucky there are no alarms on your cell block. Aren’t you worried what would happen if Dr. List found out you’ve been breaking out every so often?”

Pietro made a rude sound of dismissal. “List is mad. Idiot person.”

“He’s the one who gave you your powers.”

“No. My powers were asleep. He brought them to life.”

“Same thing.”

“Not same thing,” came the sharp response. He got upset, and rightfully so, whenever she tried to talk to him about HYDRA or the facility where he was imprisoned. She couldn’t, for the life of her, understand why he always went back. If he hated them so much and could escape so easily, why not run away for good?

She supposed he had his secrets, she had hers.

“Are you really going away next week?”

“To London, yeah. Jane needs me.”

“For what?”

“Science stuff.”

“I need you here.”

“No, Pietro, you don’t.”

“Do you even want to go?”

“I don’t know what I want.”

-

“Sometimes I feel like I know you.”

Darcy looked up from her laptop to find him watching her… rather intently. He did that sometimes, grew intense and broody and unusually focused on her. It scared her, his attention. She shouldn’t be getting so much of it when there was someone else in the picture.

She had seen him around the tower with another woman, talking to her, having lunch with her, holding her hand… it was like a knife to the heart. Darcy had never known such jealousy before. What was it about him that called to her? Why didn’t he feel the same way? And if he could never be hers, what gave him the right to look at her like she was the most fascinating creature on the planet and how dare he say things to her that made her heart beat out of her chest?

Sometimes I feel like I know you.

There was no way she was telling him she felt the same way. Like she knew him from somewhere. Like they were meant to be together maybe…

“You do know me,” she said instead, going back to her laptop. This data needed to be typed and categorized into separate folders before Jane returned from her break.

Pietro didn’t say anything for a while.

“Nevermind. I can’t explain it.”

-

They were in her tent and he had just revealed something new to her.

“You have a sister?”

“Yes.”

“She has super powers too?”

“Yes.”

“And you say she’s been using them to help you break out?” She did not give him a chance to reply. “Oh my God, why doesn’t she leave with you?”

“She can’t. She’s not ready yet.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was afraid if you knew, you’d try to save her too.”

“Damn right I would!”

“Darcy, you have to understand, we chose this. Wanda and I wanted this.”

“Why?”

“To free our country.”

“Bullshit! I chose to camp in a Hungarian jungle. That’s a choice. There’s no such thing as willingly being tortured and imprisoned by a terrorist organization.”

“You don’t understand…”

“You’re right. I’d never understand.”

-

“Hide me!” A dark-haired young girl wearing a black shirt and red jacket scurried into the lab and crouched under Darcy’s desk.

“Wanda, what’s up?”

It wasn’t that difficult to accept that Wanda was Pietro’s twin sister and not his girlfriend. Maybe if she had ever looked closely, she would have noticed how platonic their relationship was. She had never even seen them kiss before foolishly assuming the worst.

“It’s the Captain,” Wanda whispered, peeking out to see if she had been followed. “He’s at it again.”

“Staring?”

“Hardcore staring,” came the annoyed reply. “He thinks I don’t know but I can sense these things. I always know when someone’s looking at me.”

Darcy slid down from her chair and crouched beside Wanda. “Why don’t you just talk to him? Tell him he’s being freaky?”

“Why should I? I don’t know the guy, never talked to him save for that one time in the beginning when we were introduced and he held my hand for eight hundred years and got choked up for no reason!”

Darcy snorted. Wanda sounded so much more American these days. It was fun to hear her talk.

“Dude creeps me out,” she finished with a shudder.

“Maybe he likes you,” Darcy suggested, waggling her eyebrows. “Maybe he wants to do dirty things to you.”

“Ew, stop!” Another shudder rippled through Wanda, making Darcy laugh. “He’s old, Darcy!”

“Not that old.”

“He doesn’t like me, not like that,” Wanda stated, sounding surprisingly firm for someone who had never spoken to the man. “And it’s not just him. Agent Romanoff sometimes does it too, looks at me like I’m some kind of a miracle, like I’m going to vanish into thin air if not monitored at all times.”

“Really? That’s weird.”

“Tell me about it.”

“What are you going to do?”

Wanda shrugged. “Don’t know. See if I can get myself transferred to a remote SHIELD facility. I don’t need to stay in Stark’s stupid tower to become a SHIELD agent. If I talk to the right person, I could maybe be placed directly under Agent Coulson.”

“Who’s the right person?”

“Pepper Potts? Director Fury?”

Darcy nodded along absently until a thought struck her and her heart sank. “What about Pietro?”

An impish smile spread across Wanda’s face and she gave Darcy a knowing look. “He can stay here if he wants.”

-

“I’m afraid I’ll never see you again.”

“Me, too.”

“When do you think they’ll let you out of your cells?”

“Once Wanda learns to control her powers.”

“What will you do then?”

“Go to war.”

“You’re gonna get yourself killed, aren’t you?”

“Have some faith, lapushka. If I’m lucky, I can even outrun death.”

-

“Tell me a secret.”

His answer was quick and playful. “I’d like to have super powers.”

Darcy rolled her eyes but couldn’t help matching his grin. “Wouldn’t everyone?”

They were lying side by side on the balcony where they had first met, pretending to star gaze while really just relishing this rare moment away from prying eyes. Darcy took his hand and laced their fingers together, bringing them to rest on her belly. She loved that she could do this. Hold his hand, hug him, kiss him whenever she wanted. After having pined for him for weeks, this new dynamic between them felt amazing. Darcy would even go so far as to say that apart from meeting Jane, being with Pietro was the best thing that had ever happened to her.

“No, I mean a proper secret,” she explained eagerly. “A deep, dark one that you haven’t told anyone.”

“My deep, dark secret,” Pietro echoed pensively. “Hmmm.” He tucked his other hand under his head like a pillow and regarded the stars with a thoughtful frown.

Darcy watched him, letting her eyes rake over his handsome face as she herself wondered if she had a deep, dark secret. She supposed she had secrets (who doesn’t?) but nothing deep, dark or worrisome. Definitely nothing too bizarre… save for the dreams she kept having every now and then that she could never remember.

“Don’t laugh,” Pietro began, pulling her out of her thoughts. “But there are times I feel like I shouldn’t be alive.”

Not knowing how to react, Darcy chuckled in confusion. “What?”

He laughed nervously. “Yeah. It’s difficult to explain.”

“Is it survivor’s guilt? Your parents died and you didn’t?” Darcy asked, trying to understand where he was coming from.

But Pietro simply shrugged. “I don’t know. I can’t pinpoint where the feeling comes from.” He sighed heavily, closing his eyes for a long tense minute before turning to her with raised eyebrows. “What’s your deep, dark secret?”

Darcy huffed out a laugh. “I don’t have one.”

“Then tell me something you haven’t told anyone.” He turned on his side and scooted closer to her, looking genuinely interested in what her answer would be.

“Okay,” Darcy said slowly, racking her brains. Something she hadn’t told anyone… hmm. “I’ve always wanted to go camping.”

Pietro gave her an incredulous look. “You haven’t told anyone you want to go camping?”

Darcy giggled. “No, I haven’t told anyone I was going to quit working for Jane so I could go camping.”

“Really?” He sounded impressed. “Why didn’t you?”

“Some time after the battle of New York, Jane got a call from Pepper Potts and,” here, Darcy grinned complacently, “what idiot would pass on an opportunity to work with the Avengers?”

“You say that now. Wait till you actually meet all of them,” Pietro mumbled wryly. “They’re an intense brood. Always alert. Always together. Sometimes they stare at you in a totally weird way and it creeps you the hell out!”

He sounded so much like Wanda in that moment that Darcy couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, I’ve only met Thor and Bruce and they’ve been nothing but nice to me. Besides, I like it here. You and I wouldn’t have met if I had left Jane to go live in the jungle.”

“Nah, I think we’d have found our way to each other even then.”

Darcy looked at him. “You think so?”

“I know so.”

-

“Do you believe in destiny?”

“No. I believe in serendipity.”

-

She entered Bruce’s lab to find him engaged in a serious conversation with Tony Stark. They were speaking in unusually low tones but Darcy still managed to catch some words here and there when she went in.

“… still in prison… can’t get a hold of Pym…”

“What about strange…?”

“… and the Maximoffs…”

Darcy started at the name and the question “What about the Maximoffs?” slipped out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

Both men stopped talking and turned to stare at her in alarm. “Darcy!” Bruce exclaimed uncomfortably. “When did you come in?”

She caught a glimpse of a man with a goatee on the screen behind them but she blinked and the picture was gone.

“Just now,” she replied carefully. Maybe it had been a bad idea to barge into his lab like that but now that she was here, she wasn’t about to leave without knowing what they were saying about the Maximoff twins. “Is Pietro in trouble?” Her eyes flickered from one Avenger to another in concern.

There was a brief awkward silence before Stark responded, “No.”

“What about Wanda?” Oh God, why was she pushing her luck?

“She’s fine.”

“Then what��?”

“That’s classified, Ms. Lewis, I’m sorry.”

Darcy opened her mouth, then closed it. “You know my name?”

Stark’s lips curved up just a little. “I know everyone in my tower, honey. Especially those who walk around with fanny packs.”

Well, that was a pleasant surprise. Her respect for him increased tenfold, even though she didn’t appreciate the use of an endearment.

Bruce cleared his throat. “Darcy is Pietro’s… uh, that is to say they’re together.”

“In that case, you should join me,” Stark said, jerking his head to the door of the lab. “I was about to go and look for him.”

“Why?”

He exchanged a look with Bruce, who smiled. “Curious, this one.” To Darcy, he said, “Come on, Lewis.”

She followed him out of the lab, bursting with questions. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and seemed to drag his feet as he walked. It was oddly unlike what she had expected of him. But not in a bad way. He looked up at the ceiling and spoke to his A.I.

“Vision—I mean, JARVIS, is Quicksilver in the tower?”

“Yes, sir. He’s in the gym sparring with Agent Romanoff.”

“Good.” He gave Darcy a sidelong glance. “So, Pietro Maximoff, eh? How did that happen?”

Darcy’s brow furrowed. That was highly personal, not to mention rude. Eh, she had never been much for social etiquette anyway. “It just happened. How did you and Miss. Potts happen?”

He grinned. “I pestered her till she loved me back.”

“That’s not a promising start to a relationship.”

His grin widened. “You don’t say.”

Darcy didn’t know if anything could compare to kissing Pietro, but making Iron Man smile was right up there. In all the pictures she had ever seen of him in media, she had never seen him smiling. He was either smirking or looking smugly at the camera or shooting finger guns, but never truly smiling. It was a good look on him.

“Why does Pietro have a codename?” she asked thinking maybe now he’d answer her questions.

“Because he’s special.”

That was unarguably true. Pietro was definitely special, but Darcy doubted Stark meant it the way she was thinking it. So she asked, “How?”

Her question was met with silence. Stark studied her carefully, eyes boring into her as if looking into her very soul. Then he shook his head and said, “You’ll see one day.”

Darcy scowled but didn’t push it.

They reached the gym in no time. Four people were in there out of which two were engaged in a heavy hitting sparring session. Darcy had never seen Pietro fight and she couldn’t believe how amazing he was. The Black Widow was obviously stronger than him—it showed every time she landed a punch and he went stumbling back—but Pietro was definitely faster than her. He fought mostly in defense, weaving under her arms and breezing around her almost like the wind, dodging punches and being a little shit in general. Darcy was proud of him.

In the corner stood Wanda and Agent Coulson, watching the fight with muted interest.

“Hi,” Darcy said excitedly, bounding over to hug Wanda. “How are you? Are you back for good?”

Wanda shook her head. “I’m here for a ‘debriefing session’… like anyone knows what that means,” she said, doing air quotes and everything. Darcy laughed and Pietro promptly got distracted. The Widow spun around and kicked him in the chest, sending him sprawling.

“Damn that hurt,” he groaned, clutching his ribs in pain.

The Widow looked like she couldn’t care less. Giving a deliberate flip to her hair, she left him on the mat and came over to join the bystanders. Darcy started to run to him but Wanda grabbed her hand.

“Don’t. He needs to get up himself.”

“That was a nice show,” Tony Stark said to the Widow, who glanced back at her fallen opponent in disappointment.

“He’s weak,” she declared bluntly.

“He’s just a kid, Nat. He’s gonna get stronger.”

“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here,” Pietro grumbled from the mat, forcing himself up in a sitting position, blue eyes fixed firmly on Darcy.

She shot him a worried smile, every cell in her body telling her to go to his aid. But Wanda was still holding onto her hand. Eventually, he pushed himself up and limped over to join their little group, situating himself right next to Darcy.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” The surroundings blurred and melted every time she looked into his eyes. If she concentrated hard enough, she could imagine them alone on the balcony, just drinking each other in, sneaking kisses every now and then, without a care in the world.

“What are you doing here?”

Before she could reply, the iPod stealer loudly cleared his throat. “This is sweet and all but we have work to do,” he announced, looking meaningfully at Stark and Widow, both of whom nodded, suddenly businesslike.

“Right. I’ll assemble the Avengers in Conference Room 3,” the billionaire stated, pulling out his tablet and making a few quick taps on it. “Is Nick coming?”

Coulson shook his head. “He’s stuck in D.C. Now that Pierce has been taken care of, his responsibilities have fallen to Nick.”

“Gotcha. Now then, Maximoff and Maximoff,” Stark said, looking to Wanda and Pietro mysteriously. “Follow me.” Darcy had just opened her mouth to protest when he interrupted, “Not you, Lewis.”

Great. No one ever told her anything important.

Everyone filed out after Stark. Coulson deigned Darcy with a rare smile as he left. Wanda waved nervously and Pietro hung back to press her against the wall and kiss the breath out of the lungs.

“Do you know what this meeting’s about?” she asked him between kisses.

He made a negating sound, dragging his lips up her jaw and pressing them to her cheek. “I’ll find you after, okay?”

Those words triggered something in her brain and Darcy blinked rapidly, experiencing a horrible déjà vu. Tears sprung to her eyes for no reason and she was so confused by them that she let them slide down her face and soak into her sweater. Her hands tightened around Pietro and she burrowed herself into him for one desperate second before letting him go. “Okay.”

He stepped back and looked into her eyes searchingly, giving her the feeling that he wanted to say something.

When he didn’t, she whispered, “What is it?”

“Nothing.” He stole one last kiss and was gone.

-

“Hello?”

“Darcy?” The voice was muffled but she’d recognize it anywhere.

“Pietro… is that you?”

“Yes.”

“Oh my God!” Her voice cracked with surprise and relief and she slapped a hand to her mouth. “How… how are you?”

“I’m fine. How are you?”

“I’m fine, too.” Tears unbidden welled up into her eyes. She hadn’t realized how much she had missed him until this very moment when he was calling her for the first time after their separation in Hungary. “Are you free?” From HYDRA was implied.

“Yes,” he replied after a second’s delay. He sounded okay, if not too cheerful. “I miss you.”

Her heart leapt into her throat at his words. Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks, happy ones. “I miss you, too,” she whispered. “I can’t believe you remembered my number!”

“How could I…?” There was disturbance at the other end of the line and she was unable to catch the end of his sentence.

“I can’t hear you. Where are you?” Darcy asked, raising her voice.

“I’m on a plane.” His words reached her low and broken. “Something bad… to happen… going to stop it… to you?”

Darcy stood up and went out of the room, ignoring Jane and Ian’s puzzled looks. “What? Pietro, I can’t hear you.” She was getting frantic, desperate to hear his voice, to know what he wanted to tell her. Why was he calling from a plane? Where was he going and with whom?

“I’ll find you after, okay?” The line went dead.

“Hello? Hello?”

-

The rest of the day passed in a haze. Darcy couldn’t concentrate on work, couldn’t eat, forgot to feed Jane, and accidentally knocked a cup of coffee over the star charts. Her nerves were on end and she was growing more impatient as the minutes ticked by.

“What’s wrong with you?” Jane hissed irritably as she cleaned the mess her assistant had made.

“I don’t know,” Darcy mumbled resignedly. “I’m gonna go home. Call me if you need me.”

She couldn’t help being worried. Pietro still hadn’t returned from the meeting and the wait was nerve-wracking. How long did debriefing sessions last anyway? Come to think of it, what did they even mean? And why only the Maximoffs were in attendance? Why not any other agents in training?

She couldn’t identify what it was that was making her so anxious but she had a dreadful feeling something bad was going to happen. The mere idea that the feeling was associated with Pietro somehow was causing her much distress. Her apartment was the only place she felt even remotely comfortable, so she kicked off her shoes and curled up on her bed, trying and failing to clear her mind of these morbid thoughts.

She had no idea when she fell asleep but at around midnight, perhaps even later than that, JARVIS woke her up to tell her Mr. Maximoff was at the door. She scrambled up and out of the room as fast as her legs would allow her, and threw open the door to see him standing on the other side, tired but smiling.

“What took you so long?” she cried just before he stalked forward and gathered her into his arms in a crushing embrace.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry,” he breathed into her hair, lips brushing against her neck as he spoke. “I’m here now.”

At first she thought he was apologizing for being late and making her worry, but he kept whispering the word over and over again like a mantra and Darcy wondered what it was that he was really apologizing for. She decided she’d have time to grill him later. Right now it seemed like he needed her, so she let him cling to her for as long as he wanted. It was something they had never done before, held each other in an intimate embrace for such long minutes… but it felt like coming home. And the moment itself felt like it meant something. Like there was more to it than just two lovers hugging.

“I told you we’d find our way to each other,” Pietro murmured, pulling away to cup her face with both his hands. “No matter what path we choose or decisions we make.”

Darcy didn’t want to ruin the moment because he was looking into her eyes and saying nice things that were possibly even deep, but she had no idea what he was talking about. “What are you saying?” she asked, staring at him in wide-eyed innocence.

It was the first time she noticed how red his eyes were, as if he had been crying… or maybe he was just exhausted and sleepy. It was the middle of the night after all and it had been a long day for him.

He ignored her question and pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss. “Can I stay here tonight?”

“Of course!” Darcy replied immediately, reaching behind him to shut the door. “You don’t even have to ask.”

She tugged on his hand and led him straight into her bedroom. There was no awkwardness, no fear of what would or would not happen. They were just so comfortable with each other, it showed in the way they held hands, shared glances, and lay close to each other under the sheets.

“You have no idea how much the world has gone through to bring us together,” Pietro said unexpectedly as he traced patterns on the back of her hand.

Darcy giggled. “What? Since when are you so cheesy?”

He broke into a big grin. “Since I discovered the truth.”

“And what’s the truth?”

Pietro hesitated, just for a second. “That I love you.”

Darcy punched his arm, unconvinced. “That is not the truth you meant. Liar!”

He frowned. “I just told you I love you. Aren’t you going to say something about that?”

“I already knew it. For an otherwise smart person, you’re clueless when it comes to matters of the heart,” Darcy teased, pinching his chin affectionately.

“Oh,” he whispered, taken aback by her candor. “Won’t you say it back?”

“Not until you tell me what happened in the debriefing session.” She did the air quotes just like Wanda had.

Pietro sighed and didn’t meet her eyes. “I can’t tell you. Sorry, Darce.” He did sound sorry but that didn’t mean it hurt any less.

Darcy’s face fell. “Why not? I won’t tell anybody.”

“It’s not that. It’s just… a long story and it’s hard to believe and also, knowing it could put you in danger.” Pietro shook his head firmly. “And I’m not willing to risk that.”

“What about you?” Darcy asked, now more curious than ever. “Doesn’t it put you in danger?”

His lips curled into a smirk. “I can take care of myself.”

“So can I.”

“Maybe so.” He regarded her with mischief in his eyes, reminding her of the wolf in the fairytale Red Riding Hood. “But can you do this?”

Before she could blink an eye, he had rolled on top of her and buried his face in her neck, blowing a loud raspberry below her ear. Darcy screamed with laughter, momentarily forgetting their conversation as he repeatedly made increasingly funny fart noises on her skin. She wondered how someone could go from being serious to totally goofy in no time. Pietro amazed her to no end and as she wriggled beneath him, unable to stop laughing, Darcy knew that he was right. When he said that they’d always find their way to each other, in his own twisted way he meant they were meant for each other. And to Darcy, that made a lot of sense.

-

He never told her what had happened in that top secret ‘debriefing session’, neither did Wanda. But a year later when a dangerous undercover mission triggered his latent super powers to life, Darcy found out why the top secret meeting had been called in the first place. The Avengers knew more about the Maximoffs than they let on and Darcy realized what Tony Stark had meant when he had told her Pietro was special.

Silver hair suited him and so did the codename Quicksilver.

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