#Darcy Lewis fic

[thorst]

The End of the World and Junk

Thor Odinson & Darcy Lewis • Earth 616/MCU canon compliant • General: No warnings • Fix-it of sorts, Post Avengers: Infinity War, Pre Avengers: Endgame, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Friendship fic • ~1200 words, ongoing

Summary: All work and no play makes Darcy a dull girl. But after the Snap, what else is there to do? Go and help a friend in need, it turns out. One the newspapers are tearing to shreds after the battle that fractured the universe. One who had always seemed so indomitable that even after the end of the world, nobody thought to check in on.

Excerpt:

Nothing had prepared Darcy for how boring the apocalypse would be. Most everything else, she'd expected. Loneliness was a given, the fear came and went, the sadness unavoidable. But all of these things had always seemed a natural part of the end of the world. Not jarring, but expected. This was the third day running she'd knocked off from work, made her way home, and proceeded to spend a full five minutes stood frozen in her doorway, keys in hand, realising she had nothing to do and no one to see. For all that it was Friday night, she may as well have stayed at work. She'd never felt more like Jane. And there was the sadness again.

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[sortofanobsession]

Put the Playlist on Shuffle and let it fly (Darcy & Loki post Season 2 platonic)

Summary: Darcy gets sent to investigate unusual reading in the middle of nowhere in the US. Loki and Mobius are hunting down a temporal device that could have something to do with He Who Remain's variants. Their paths cross, much to Loki and Darcy's annoyance. Mobius finds it all delightful. Sylvie gets involved.

Loki offers the astrophysicist an olive branch. Darcy makes some new friends.

Platonic Loki & Darcy. Platonic Mobius & Darcy. (because I'm a Lokius fan, there are hints of it here.)

A bit of Darcy/Brad Wolfe at the end.

Utilizes Mayhem by Halestorm.

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Chapter 11: Mayhem by Halestorm (Darcy & Loki, slight Darcy/Brad Wolfe)

Darcy sits back in her desk chair and looks around. How did her life turn out like this? 

Jane is dead. They tell her she is in Valhalla. She's happy Jane is at peace and is sure Frigga and Heimdall keep her company. She hopes that her old boss now spends her hours listening to stories from them and the Warriors three. Honestly, she's a bit jealous. And sad because the odds Darcy would see Valhalla are slim to none. She wouldn't get a warrior's death. Sure, working Shield, Sword, or whatever it is these days might boost her odds, but odds are she'd never see her friend again. And that stung. It didn't help that she rarely saw Monica anymore. Jimmy was busy, and Wanda was gone. 

Darcy kind of missed the old days.

Darcy is sent to the middle of nowhere after an “anomalous object” her supervisor had told her. It gave off crazy radiation readings that were more up her line of expertise, and the boss wanted her to look into it. So she went.

I'm so bored with this world that spins around me

Used to make me dizzy

And I'm so tired of these boys that hang around me

Used to drive me crazy

“Shut the front door!” 

Loki freezes. He knows that voice. And he had not expected to run in her as Loki and their friends tracked a variant of He Who Remains. They probably should have. She always had just popped up.

Mobius grins. He'd studied Loki’s sacred timeline reels enough to know exactly who that was.

“Hello, Ms. Lewis,” the agent greets.

“That's Dr. Lewis,” Darcy corrects him, and Loki resists the urge to roll their eyes. “But whatever, I’d ask how you know me, but if this one's involved,” she gestures to Loki. “I'm sure that has something to do with it.”

Mobius can't resist, she had always been so feisty in Loki’s timeline. Thor always spoke so highly of her. “What’d you get your doctorate in?”

“Astrophysics,” she answered plainly. She eyes the mustachioed man curiously. “So you know who I am but not what I studied.” She looks at Loki. “And you are suspiciously not dead, again .” She looks between the two. “Why do I get the feeling we are on the same mission here?”

“Mission for who?” Mobius asks, and Loki is just keeping an eye out for their brother. This was going to get unnecessarily complicated now. 

“If you are looking for the big guy, you won't find him,” she answers the god’s unasked questions. Mobius isn't even annoyed that she ignores him. This was oddly fascinating. 

“Listen, Lewis,” Loki starts. 

“Doctor Lewis,” she says. “After all the crap you pulled and I had to help sort out. You will put some respect on my name. Or I will tase you. Or worse…”

“You wouldn't,” Loki glares at her. 

“I wonder if Love knows you're here,” Darcy ponders. “She, like, knows everything.”

“We won't be here long enough for her to know,” Loki says, annoyance clear in their tone. 

“No, but like, seriously, I’ve been monitoring temporal signatures since I found out about the whole Avengers time-traveling shenanigans, and I shouldn't be surprised you are at the dead center of this. Especially after the Scarlet Witch went off the deep end and chased that portal-making girl across the multiverse. And it's been a real blast since the god butcher.”

“God butcher?” Mobius says with interest. He hadn't exactly studied the timeline past a certain point, and that had been before Loki changed how time existed. “Wait, you know about the multiverse? Hang on a second.” 

“What do you live under a rock?” She laughed. 

“What is taking you all so…long,” a woman steps through a door that appeared out of nowhere. Mobius and Loki exchange a look. A device in her hand alerts her to changes in the area.

“Oh, that is awesome! That explains those readings. You have to tell me how it works. I swear I won't tell the suits. You owe me.”

“I do not owe you anything,” Loki balks. 

“That's it, I’m calling the big guy,” Darcy gets out her phone. But Loki takes it with their seiðr. “Hey! Rude. I know you're basically the god of jerks, but that's not cool.”

“Mobius, we do not have time for this,” the woman says. 

“I know B-15,” he says. 

“I have a solution,” Loki smirks but she knows that look and kicks the god in the shin.

“No! Bad trickster god,” she scolds them like an errant puppy, and Mobius can't help but laugh. Even Hunter B-15 chuckles. 

“I have had enough!” Loki snaps. Before anything else happens, Sylvie strides out of the timedoor and enchants Darcy. 

“Will you two hurry up?” Sylvie says. When Sylvie focuses back on the distraction she had enchanted, she gets flashes of what Darcy has gone through. She grits her teeth. And releases her once Mobius and Loki are gone. Darcy looks around. Not happy what just happened to her. 

“Did you just hex me? I swear to- Hey, wait! He has my phone.” Darcy groans. She looks at the sorceress in front of her. “You know, if I don't check in with my bosses, they will send someone to find me, and if they find Loki, we are all going to have much bigger problems than me calling Thor.”

“Of course, Thor’s friends work for the government. Why would anything be easy?”

“Easy? Are you kidding me? Dealing with me is easy because I don’t like working for them either. Consider yourself lucky. I should have documented and called this in already. But I’m not. Loki has made my life a disaster since that frost giant jerk followed Thor and his hammer to New Mexico. They scrambled Erik’s brain! Jane is dead, and it's probably that stupid hammer and the Aether’s fault Like the infinity stones ruined everyone's lives, and that idiot is the reason half of them were here! I'm stuck working for these people because of-”

“Got him,” Loki says, holding some glowing device, and that sets off Darcy’s device again. “I knew it! Great, what the hell do I tell my boss now? Why do you always make my life harder? It's bad enough I'm stuck here with no one, but you just get to- fine, whatever. Can I have my phone so I can tell my bosses I failed and can get reamed out so I can get a damn to eat? I’m starving.” She holds her hand out to Loki. Mobius gives her a sad look. 

“Do NOT pity me,” she glares at the agent. “You don't even know me. And anything this one says,” gesturing wildly to Loki with the device in her hand. “Is probably BS. So can you get through with ruining my day so I can go back to my miserable life.” Mobius pulls her phone out of Loki’s pocket and hands it to her. 

“Sorry about that,” Mobius says. 

“Whatever, just go.”

“You won't tell-” Loki starts. 

“Okay, first off, who would believe me? Oh, sorry, boss, yeah, Loki and some people just walked out of a door to nowhere. And mind controlled me, took the anomalous object, and bounced. No, sir, please, I don't need a doctor. I swear.” She snarked. “Second, oh sorry Thor, I saw you not-dead dead brother working with some shadow organization, what no sorry he didn't want to see you. I know, pretty messed up, right? We'll see you next time someone we know dies. I mean, statistically, it will be me or Erik. If it's mine, then pour one out for me, man.” She stops and glares at the small group. “Yeah, no thanks. I'm just going to go, maybe eat, and hopefully pass out, and this will all be just another nightmare I have to live with. Worse than the stupid hex. At least then I got to be in the circus.” Everyone just stares at her. 

“What? Just go, alright.” Darcy storms off towards her rental car. She resists the urge to smash her head against the steering wheel.

A little mayhem never hurt anyone

When am I gonna get some?

A little bedlam 'til I'm coming undone

Where am I gonna get some?

“You're still thinking about what she said, aren't you,” Mobius says as Loki seemingly attempts to stare a hole in the table they are sitting at. “That wasn't you, that was a other-”

“But it was, well, part of it. Why do you think I recognized her? And she was right. The tesseract and the scepter both contained the stones and those were my doing. Having the tesseract was quite literally my nexus event.”

“But you didn't do anything with the aether. You didn't have a hand in what happened to Dr. Foster. The timeline was the way it was because of He Who Remains. He deemed her suffering to be the sacred path, just like he did the sacred timeline’s version of you. But you changed that. That isn't a guarantee now.” 

Loki shakes their head. “She and my brother still bear the losses.”

“Well, you could have let her tell him. Then there would be one less loss.”

“I am not the brother he lost, you know that,” Loki insists. 

“Then you aren't the Loki that caused that suffering. And even if you were, you've done more than enough to redeem yourself. So many have a life and free will because of you.”

“Yes, but she doesn't know that,” Loki states.

“That's half the point of a selfless act. You don't get nearly enough recognition you deserve. Would you rather she did?”

“I don't know,” Loki says honestly. 

“Talk to Sylvie. She was the one that got in her head,” Mobius finally suggests. 

A little mayhem never hurt anyone

How am I gonna get some, get some, get some?

A little bedlam 'til I'm coming undone

How am I gonna get some, get some, get some?

“If you could go anywhere or anytime, where or when would you go?” The man at the bar next to her asks.

“Eww, can you not hit on me in front of my salad?” Darcy says as she takes a bite of her side salad.

“That's not an answer,” the man grins. 

“Home,” Darcy answers, so maybe he will leave her alone. “So I can sleep in my own bed.”

“You wouldn't want to change your fate?”

“If fate is real, then I'd like to punch that hussy in the tit,” she says.

“Not even to make your life easier, maybe winning lotto numbers or something?”

Darcy huffs a laugh. “And ruin my taxes, no thanks, I'll pass. It would probably just make my life worse. My friends might be gone, but at least I had real friends.” The guy's eyes flash green as Sylvie walks up and takes the seat the man vacated. “Not a bad way to look at it.”

Darcy groans. “Seriously, can't I just eat my sandwich in peace, just once?” 

“You really got under Loki’s skin before,” she says.

“Good,” the astrophysicist says as she takes a long pull of her drink. 

“This Loke isn't the THE Loki that did those things in your life,” Sylvie says. 

“And I'm not the same person I was in the hex or before the blip, so what?” 

“But he merely a variant of him, not him. From a different timeline.” 

“Neat story still doesn't change the fact my friends are either dead or permanently traumatized.”

“You are very stubborn,” Sylvie states.

“My quarterly HR review would agree, but where else are they going to find an astrophysicist with decades of hacking experience that has the god of thunder, an FBI agent, and a super-powered Marvel on speed dial? Nowhere. The only other one is dead. So they are stuck with me. They fire me, or I die, and Thor will make their life miserable. So what can they do.”

“But you said you were concerned about returning empty-handed,” Sylvie notes.

“Yeah, because there will be twice as much paperwork and answers I can't give them without the risk of the non-Loki Loki and you guys on the g-man radar. You don't want to be on the g-man’s radar, do you?”

“Of course not.” 

“Exactly! I don't even want to be. This job is no fun without Jane.” Darcy throws the fork in her hand back down and pushes the plate away. “Thanks for ruining my appetite.” Darcy throws enough bills on the bar to cover her tab and walks out.

Cruel intentions winds me in a spiral

I'm waiting to unravel

Twisted motives lock me in a circle

I'm dying to untangle

Darcy sits on the hood of her car in the middle of nowhere and stares at the stars. 

“If I didn't know any better, I would think you wanted a wayward lunatic to end your life.”

Darcy doesn't even have the energy to groan anymore. She just accepts that this is her life now, as Loki spoke. 

“What did I ever do to deserve you and your friend stalking me,” she glares at the god of mischief. 

“Just lucky,” they tease. 

Darcy gives up and looks at him. Beats another lonely night by herself. “You know your brother misses you, like a lot, right?” 

“Oh, I do,” Loki says, tone forlorn, “Believe me, I do.”

“Do you miss him?”

“At times,” the god admits.

“Huh, I actually believe you,” Darcy says, earning a short laugh from the god of lies. They had been honest, after all. She continues, “Why don't you go see him?”

“Because I'm not the brother he lost.”

“Psssh, you say that like he would actually care. I haven't been through the multiverse, but I'm sure there isn't a universe out there where you two are brothers, and he wouldn't love you. That's just Thor.” 

Loki considers all the variants they met in the void, all the timelines the god of stories watched over.

“You’re not too far off,” Loki admits as they lean against the vehicle. 

“An honest Loki, you really are an odd one,” Darcy grins. “He'd probably love you even more than he already does.”

And Loki can feel another layer of ice around their heart crack and fall away.

“What if I told you there was a way for you to use those skills of yours that didn’t involve working for the men that constantly make your life hell?”

She eyes the god of mischief with suspicion. “What's the catch?” 

“There will still be a lot of paperwork, and you'd be working outside of time, and you will probably end up outliving your remaining friends, and there is a risk of being sent to a void at the end of time that is controlled by a somewhat sentient stormcloud that devours anything and everything.”

“A living cloud might eat me?”

“Possibly, or you might just get adopted by a roving group of variants of me, including an alligator version.”

“Sounds mental,” Darcy says. “Sign me up.”

I wanna feel the chaos, I wanna hear the uproar

A little pandemonium, I know I'm not the only one

I wanna be blown away, I wanna feel the walls shake

I wanna feel the walls shake, I wanna feel the walls shake

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, oh

“No freaking way,” Darcy says as she sits on the edge of the desk Mobius and Loki are working at. Much to the god’s annoyance. The desk was small enough as is. 

“What?” Mobius asks, barely looking up from the calculations she had brought the pair.

They had been working on narrowing down constellations in varying timelines to help speed up categorizations. Loki and Darcy were really doing most of the work. Mobius was just double-checking the headers and forms. She was still new, after all, and it was his responsibility to make sure she did things the right way. 

“Is that Brad Wolfe? Like THE Brad Wolfe?” The astrophysicist inquires. 

Loki groans and drops their head to the desk.

“Why is that buffoon here? He's a pest,” Loki laments. Mobius tries not to laugh, but he does run his fingers through Loki’s locks to settle the deity. Which earns him a pleased hum from Loki. 

“You two are nauseating,” Darcy says. “It's cute. I'm going to talk to him.”

“Wait, no, Darcy!” Loki tries as they lift their head off the desk. 

“Too late, sweetheart,” Mobius says. 

Mobius laughs at the way Brad’s eyes lock on Darcy's features as she approaches. 

One, two, three, four, oh

Looking for some mayhem

Need a little mayhem

Oh, need a little mayhem

“Hot damn,” Brad mutters under his breath when a brunette he knew hadn’t worked for them before makes her way towards him.

“What?” Casey looks up from where he's finishing the last of an aural track on a variant that popped up along Brad's timeline. The actor had begrudgingly agreed to help. Now he was very glad he did. “Oh, that's Dr Darcy Lewis. Loki recruited her not too long ago. She’s an astrophysicist.”

“With that body?” Brad lets out a low whistle. 

“Be careful, man. She tased Thor and helped prevent two alien invasions when she was a college intern.” 

“Noted,” Brad grinned as she reached him.

“What can I do for you, doc?” He asks.

“I'm a huge fan,” she says. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh yeah, some of your movies are like the funniest ones I've ever seen.”

B-15 cracks up from where she is monitoring the timeline at another console.

Brad looks at her in shock but recovers quickly.

“Pity, you'd look stunning all dolled up at my next premier. Paparazzi would adore you. A figure like that, you'd be a hit.”

“I’ll pass, but hit me up next time you're around.” She heads off to check in with the inventors. They remind her of the good ol’ days with Jane and her machines. 

Looking for some mayhem

Looking for some mayhem, yeah

Yeah, need a little mayhem

Wanna get some mayhem

Yeah

“Don't worry, she'll eat him alive,” Mobius states. “I know,“ Loki sighs. “And he’ll fall head over heels because she’s smarter and sharper than he could ever be, and then we’ll never get rid of him.”

Mobius shrugs. They could use another skilled hunter. “Eh, she’ll keep him on a tight leash.” 

“Maybe even an actual one.” 

And Mobius nearly spit Josta across the table at the mental image. Loki smirks.

[catholicdaredevil]

for fluff today, might i offer you one of my all time favorite ships.... WINTERSHOCK!!!!! this one is small acts of love like brushing lint off a shoulder or fixing a shirt

words: 188

warnings: none really, the context is the trial of bucket barnes to see if he's culpable for the actions of the winter soldier

promptober masterlist!

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darcy stands in front of him at the door, stomach churning with anxiety that threatens to overwhelm her every sense. bucky’s face is calm and almost emotionless in that way that only he seems to be able to detach enough to get to.

“it’s gonna be okay darce,” his lips pull up into a half smile at the sight of her chewing on her lip as she looks him over.

darcy offers a small smile in return as she stomps her nerves to the back of her mind. a long court case behind them, and today they would get the verdict on whether or not her boyfriend would be acquitted of all charges or sent to a maximum security prison.

they both hear voices coming towards them and she knows she only has a moment before the door will open and they’ll be asked to re-enter the courtroom. doing a final pass over bucky, from head to toes, she reaches out and flattens the back of his collar down.

“you're right,” she whispers, staring into the icy blue eyes she's built her home in, “it’s gonna be okay.”

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Chapter Nine: Feelings

The Farmer's Daughter - (A WandaNat Story)

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Tag list: @xenaizogie

Summary: A drunk Wanda and a confused Natasha get into an argument.

Word Count: 1.5K

Content: Drinking, Jealousy, Feelings, Crying, Throwing Up

"Wanda!"

Natasha caught up to the person she didn't want to admit feelings for. Wanda, who was stopped at a street corner. Crying. She tried to stop the tears from falling but couldn't.

She was drunk and in her confused feelings.

"Hey.. Hey... Wanda." Natasha's sad eyes looked over the red face of Wanda. Slowly, she lifted her hands to wipe the tears away, but Wanda backed up. "Don't touch me!" She yelled, slapping the redhead's hands away.

Passbyers walked down the sidewalk with curious eyes.

"Okay, I'm sorry." Natasha's voice was gentle. "What can I do for you?" Natasha asked as she stepped closer to Wanda again.

She was drunk, and Natasha wanted to- needed to be there for her.

Wanda scoffed as she brushed her palm up against her runny nose. "So what..." She sniffled. "Now you want to pay attention to me!? Now I'm important enough for Natasha Romanoff!?" Wanda couldn't stop the words from falling out of her mouth.

Her heart, mind, and mouth were all fighting for control.

She rolled her eyes as she waited for Natasha to answer. Natasha wasn't sure where to even start. "Wanda... I have been I- we were having a nice night with your friends.."

Wanda swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. "No, you're right." She said. "Sorry, we were having a nice night. I was having a nice night with you until-" Wanda stopped herself as she shook her head and wiped her tears. "Forget it." She choked out as she started walking away—no particular destination.

Natasha was right behind her. "Wanda!" She called out as her hand grabbed Wanda's, spinning her around. Even in Wanda's drunk state, she could see the hurt in Natasha's eyes. Figuratively and physically. There was a crinkle in the corner of her eyes that was otherwise smooth when she was happy, like when she laughed or smiled for Wanda.

"Talk to me..." Natasha pleaded before letting her fingers run down the side of Wanda's hand until they fell into the open air. "Please..." She begged of Wanda.

"Kate," Wanda said. "You missed her, didn't you?!" Wanda began yelling words she didn't even believe.  "Seeing her tonight probably reminded you of a better time, right? A time when you could actually say what you fucking mean. Do what you fucking want!"

Wanda was now screaming, and Natasha was taking it. The military taught her well.

But this was different. "Wanda-"

"Stop!" Wanda was shaking as she cried. "Just stop, Natasha." Natasha shook her head and brought her body closer. "What are you saying, Wanda..?" Natasha sounded small in this moment.

Wanda shouldn't have stuck to her guns, but she did.

"I'm saying she's more age-appropriate for you than I am! She's cute! Probably could make you happier." Wanda hiccuped. "I mean fuck Natasha would it kill you to even touch me or realize what you do to me!" Wandas shook her head again. "Just forget it. Leave me the fuck alone. Go back to Kate."

Wanda hiccuped again as she turned away from Natasha, who just stared at Wanda as she digested every word Wanda threw her way.

Natasha finally took a step back.

She knew words could kill, and Wanda wasn't trying to do that. But she sure as hell was sharpening the knife.

"Is that what you think I want!?" Natasha remained calm, but anger was overtaking her tone. Wanda tilted her head back. "You don't know what you're talking about, Wanda." Natasha shook her head as she spoke. "You don't get to tell me anything about Kate. You have no idea who she is to me!"

"Enlighten me then! What was she your fuck buddy? Your girlfriend?" Wanda puffed out her chest and called on the truth.

"She's my dead sister's fiancee!" Natasha yelled back as she pointed her finger at Wanda, who was left shocked in the face. "She was our war photographer!" Natasha's exterior was cracking and fast. "God." Natasha breathed as she lifted her head before the backside of her right hand rested on her forehead.

Her eyes returned to Wanda's. Full of sadness and guilt.

Natasha exhaled. "Be honest with me," Natasha spoke, her hands falling. She didn't wait for an answer. "Do you really think Kate would make me happier than someone else? Do you really think I don't realize my actions when I'm around you? I mean Jeuss Wanda.." Natasha sniffled and exhaled. "Do you want me to leave you alone? If you say yes, I'll walk away. Right here. Right now."

Natasha stared at Wanda. Tears were ready to fall from both their eyes.

As Wanda's bottom lip quivered as she shook her head no.

Natasha let out a breath. One of relief. Her hurt eyes then looked at Wanda. She was hurting, too. "Wanda..." Natasha sighed. "What are we doing here?" She swallowed the soreness in her throat. "What are we?" She asked, even if neither of the two knew the answer. Especially in this moment.

"Don't leave."

Those two words harmed Natasha's heart. Natasha quickly took steps forward and found Wanda's arms wrapping around her in a hug.

No, not everything was better, but if there's one thing for certain, Natasha realized she had strong feelings for Wanda.

To Wanda, those feelings only grew.

"Natasha..." Wanda whispered into Natasha's shoulder. "Yes?" Natasha whispered back. Wanda swallowed. She was trying to find the right words. "I.." She started. Natasha leaned back from the hug to watch Wanda. "I.. really-"

It happened fast. Wanda pushed Natasha away as she turned and started throwing up the events of tonight.

Natasha quickly bunched Wanda's hair so none of it got puked on. "It's okay. You're okay." Natasha spoke to Wanda as the brunette threw up again.

Wanda's mind was officially tired, and Natasha could see that as she held Wanda close. Practically holding her upright as she led them both back to the beer garden.

"Oh, Wanda, babes!" Darcy said as she ran to her friend's side after the bouncer escorted her and Kate out of the beer garden to help Natasha. "Here!" Kate handed Natasha a handful of napkins that Natasha had no issue using on the corner of Wanda's mouth.

Darcy's looked from Wanda to Natasha. "What happened?" She asked, trying to get all the gossip she could. "We were talking, and then she threw up," Natasha answered, leaving Kate and Darcy wanting more. "Just talking?" Kate raised an eyebrow.

Natasha looked from one friend to the other.

She sighed.

"Look, I just want to get her home. Okay?" Natasha sounded tired, and both friends could see the water in the corner of Natasha's eyes.

After throwing up, it was as if Wanda's life moved in pictures until her head hit a pillow and fell asleep.

She remembers Natasha's hands on her side. The way she moved carefully around from her hip up to below her side boob as they walked. She remembers Darcy holding her up as Kate went inside the beer garden with Natasha for a brief moment. She remembers Natasha helping her into the passenger seat of someone's car and how Natasha buckled her in. She remembers Natasha's eyes looking from the road to Wanda and how she finally placed her hand on Wanda's thigh as she drove.

She also remembers a chorus of "I'm sorry." but she honestly doesn't know if they came from her or Natasha.

It wasn't until halfway through the morning when Wanda woke up that every memory came flooding back.

Wanda groaned and pulled the blanket up over her head. That's when she blinked her eyes open more and realized that she didn't dream this.

She really was in Natasha's bed.

Wanda quickly threw off the cover and sprung up, making her headache pound harder. Wanda looked around the room, and sure enough, it was the tiny house. Wanda's eyes landed on the floor, where she saw a pillow and a small blanket.

That's where Natasha slept.

She brought her eyes to her body and saw that she was wearing a pair of Natasha's bike shorts and one of her old shirts she gave to the redhead.

Wanda sighed. She felt terrible.

A text tone filled the room, making Wanda look to her right. On Natasha's end table was Wanda's phone, charging next to a plate of toast, water, toothbrush and toothpaste, and two Advils.

A handwritten note sat on her phone.

⭐︎ To make you feel better ⭐︎

Five words surrounded by stars. Wanda scooted herself closer and pulled the paper into her hands. Wanda smiled at the poorly hand-drawn stars.

She then carefully placed the paper back down before taking the pills with a sip of water. Her phone went off again, forcing her to pull it off the charger as she took a bite of toast.

It was Darcy.

D: okay this is probably my hundredth text and I swear to good if you don't respond I'm assuming you're dead!

Wanda coughed on her toast as she laughed. She wanted to call Darcy and talk about everything from last night, but at the same time, she didn't even know what to say.

She didn't even know where to start.

So, instead, she texted her that she was alive and put her phone on do not disturb mode as she finished her toast.

The sooner Wanda got up, the sooner she could talk to Natasha.

dividers by @/benkeibear

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Shrink | P4 - The heart wants what it wants

Avenger! Loki x Therapist! Reader

18+ | same warnings. Please don’t take this too seriously, it’s just a little fun 😁

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The following day, Loki was beyond excited for his date with Darcy considering that she was down to fun. He had a couple of small errands to run first including chasing up the forensic team who still hadn’t found any matches with the bullet. After speaking with Jane who was picking up Thor, she confirmed that Darcy would be meeting Loki at the compound and that she was excited. This excitement made Loki excited, barely able to contain his grin as he left the compound to pick up a bouquet of flowers for Darcy but not before asking if you wanted to go with him for the walk.

“Loki I-I don’t think that’d be appropriate.” You answered, almost frowning at him from your door.

“Of course not,” he tried to laugh, “my apologies.”

“No, don’t be sorry” you quickly spoke, not wanting him to feel guilty over the fact that his boyish charm and musky cologne were driving you insane and you were definitely not ovulating “the sooner I’m gone, the sooner we can return to our usual routine.” You smiled, knowing that things would return to normal once you weren’t practically living with him. This was just a temporary glitch, the chemicals in your body reacting positively to the man that saved your life.

“Yes.” He agreed, turning to leave.

“Loki wait” you called him back “enjoy your date.”

Loki replied with a curt nod and a small smile before continuing on his way to the florist where he picked up some flowers before heading back to the compound to wait for Darcy. Surprisingly, she was early.

“Loki.” She greeted sultrily, practically pushing him into his room.

“Hello Darcy” he replied, handing her the flowers “for you.”

“Thanks.” She answered, narrowing her gaze suspiciously at them for a moment before placing them on his dressing table and stepping towards him, a primal look in her eye as Loki stepped backwards, his demeanor nervous.

“There’s something I need you to know” he stopped, pausing her movements too “I’m down to fun as well.” He grinned, her brows knitting.

“What?”

“Message received, I’m down to fun too. I like fun.” He spoke gleefully.

“Loki, what do you mean? What message about fun?” She queried.

“You told Jane who told Thor you were DTF.” Loki explained.

“Thanks Jane, making me look like a damn whore” she spoke to herself, rolling her eyes “down to fuck Loki, yeah, I was, but only because Thor told Jane who told me you were too.”

“Oh.” Loki gulped, he wasn’t expecting this to be so straightforward. He was nearing the end of the road to recovery.

“Well, are you?” She asked, her sultry voice returning. Eyes wide like a deer in headlights, Loki nodded before Darcy pounced, pushing him down onto the bed as she straddled him. She pressed her lips to his, claiming them in a messy kiss that Loki returned. Grabbing his hands, she placed them against her hips as they continued to kiss before she lifted her top off. Pushing him further down so that he was laying now, she stood up, pulling her skirt down causing Loki to swallow thickly as she walked towards the door, ensuring it was locked. He watched her as she walked, it felt wrong. She was sexy, he couldn’t deny that but there was something missing. He found himself realising that he didn’t feel the same now, watching her walk as he felt before, before when he watched—you?

Almost choking at the realisation, Loki sat up as Darcy approached him again.

“What’s the matter baby?” She spoke against his lips.

“I’m sorry but I don’t think I” he cleared his throat, searching for the words to say “I don’t want this with you.”

“What?” She gasped, covering her chest.

“I’m sorry Darcy” he apologised, grabbing her top and handing it to her “it’s not you it’s me, you’re perfect” he rambled causing Darcy to scoff, same old excuses “I just—I’m going through something right now.” He finished causing realisation to flood Darcy as she turned to Loki.

“Loki” she began, placing her hand against his cheek “it’s okay.” She smiled.

“I’m so glad you understand—” he began happily before he was cut off.

“Want me to set you up with some hot guy friends?” She offered.

“Would they be interested in fun?”

“Ye—”

“Preferably poker or pranks.”

“GOODBYE LOKI!” Darcy yelled before storming out of Loki’s bedroom and bumping into you as you made your way to Natasha’s room after hearing she was back.

“Oh my god hunny, I heard what happened to you.” Natasha exclaimed, wrapping her arms around you as soon as you stepped into her room.

“Natasha” you spoke into the crook of her neck as she continued to squeeze you “there’s something strange happening to me.”

“What do you mean?” She asked worriedly, letting you go.

“Loki, he—he removed a spider from my office.” You answered anxiously.

“What do you mean?” Natasha snorted, confused before her eyes rounded, remembering the conversation you both previously had “OMG!”

“I knowww” you exasperated “I can’t stop thinking about him, I’m driving myself insane and I’m the one who told him he needs to get laid to try and relieve some of that tension he’s got and I’ve just seen a beautiful half naked woman leaving his room and I’m not sure howI feel. Half of me is proud, the professional side of me but the other side, the other fifty percent is burning Nat.” You sighed.

“When did this start?” She asked, sitting on her bed.

“I thought it was that day he saved me. He took out the spider and it instantly reminded me of our conversation and then he was on top of me and—”

“Spare me the details.” She interrupted.

“I think I’ve liked him for a while Nat” you exhaled hopelessly “which is awful because he’s my patient and I’m supposed to be helping him and—” you began to rant.

“Y/n, you can’t beat yourself up, the heart wants what it wants.” Natasha assured.

“Why does it have to want himmm?” You complained.

“Maybe it doesn’t want him, maybe it just wants a man and he’s the closest you’ve got to—”

“Do not therapize me, I’m the therapist.” You cut in playfully.

“Yeah, not a very good one.” She giggled.

“Nattt.”

“I’m telling you y/n, you can’t beat yourself up. You’re both two adults, maybe you should just tell him.” She suggested.

“WHAT?” You almost wheezed “casually tell my client that I want to sleep with him? Yeah Nat, not happening.”

“Then what are you going to do?” She sighed.

“I’m going to have to end this” you decided “but first, let me patch up that gash on your forehead.”

Who even knows what’s going on at this point 😂 at least this mess is drawing to a close

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SUGAR BABY AU

Ch.6 Mishandle

Characters in this series: Reader, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Carol Danvers, Darcy Lewis, Maria Hill, Kate Bishop, Pepper Potts, Valkyrie, Shuri

Summary:How much can you trust people that are the closest to you? Can you put any trust into strangers? After being tricked so many times, you can be sure to trust one person ... yourself. You should have left it that way, to bad you give second chances like fliers on the street.

Warnings: age gap relationships, sugar mommy/sugar baby relationships, swearing, mensplaning, all story is gonna be +18, you are responsible for your own ass. 

Word count: 8915

A/N: This one is coming out faster this time, to make up for the wait ive put you all on. I hope you will enjoy it. Feedback is always walcome! Previous chapter

Your desk is covered in papers, the screen too bright for your liking, your eyes are stinging after hours of sharp focus on the monitor, but this old computer is not really cooperating with you. Loud noises are distracting, making it hard for you to finish your tasks, and you have a lot of them. Your boss, Loki, has put on you a first adult-ish assignment. It's your chance to no longer make coffee, kind of work, even more that fresh inters came in so they are at the bottom of the chain right now. That's how it works. The amount of work stresses you out but you are not going to let the opportunity slide. You can finally edit a text that will end up in one of the less popular magazines, but it's still going to be out. Doesn't matter how insignificant it will be, your name will be on this work and you need to give a 100% out of you.

 It's been 2 weeks since Carol's party, you haven't seen her or any of her friends since that night and to be completely honest you thought about Natasha and Wanda …. not more than once. When you came home and changed the bandaid on your hand the next day, you reminded yourself of how caring and worried they were, but also very smug and self indulgent, after that… nothing. You had school, work, shifts at the bar and your friends to care about. Not mentioning your phone caller issue that you will have to address and take care of at some point. Your life fell back into place after that night, gym, school, work, repeat. You have to keep the flow going or it's really easy to get lost in this kind of lifestyle. It's like running at full speed, you can't trip. The faster you go the harder you are going to hit.

“You better do it right yn.” That low voice scared you coming from behind your shoulder. Loki was always creepy, not in a perverted way but still creepy. 

“Yes boss, on it.” Short and sweet, don't discuss with him, you have learned it the hard way. It's for the best to make him feel validated. You assume that he had a rough childhood by the way he treats other people and by the not so quiet conversations he has with his brother in the office. You can't help but hear them, all the workers do, and you learned to have some understanding towards him. 

You are at your last working hour, the phone is thrown into the drawer so it won't occupy you but your smart watch is vibrating with the amount of messages you are getting. You ignore every single one of them even when the vibration is traveling up your arm, leaving goosebumps on your skin. Last ten minutes you spend on cleaning your desk and putting your stuff into the bag. As you run down two flights of stairs you think about your plan for the rest of the day. You are done with work for now, you have spent half of the night doing extra work for school to get a little bit ahead and it worked amazingly on your anxiety, or the lack of it. You decide on visiting Steve on your way home, even if you don't have a shift at the bar, you enjoy spending time with him. As someone opens the door in front of you to let you exit first, with a short “thanks” you are outside, changing your plans immediately after you feel the warm sun. At this time of the year it is rare and you are planning on using that antidepressant window. The skin on your face feels like it is covered in a thin layer of warmth getting deeper inside of you, embracing your brain in an endorphin hug. You will visit Steve later, for now you are going to grab a nice coffee from the bike/coffee stand near the park and have a walk with your headphones on, ignoring the whole world. 

“Can you start picking up your goddamn phone!” You turn around just in time to stop an angry Darcy right in front of you. Her face seems worried just as she is angry. Right behind her there is Carol clearly having a laugh at her girlfriend's tantrum. When you see her smile you can help but join and embrace Darcy in a hug.

“Sorry Darcy, work stuff. What’s up, what's so important that you came here?” It's unusual for any of your friends to arrive at any of your work places, from your work friends they know only Steve as they hang out at the bar sometimes, but they dont push to get to know everybody around you and you are grateful for that. Darcy points at the car that her girlfriend is already entering and with a big sigh you throw behind you all the warm sunny plans you had and follow along. The car always smells new and you are wondering if Carol is actually exchanging her car for the same one, just new, from time to time. Seems like something she would do. Leather seats squeak under your touch and you take your place in the backseat and you hate every second of it. It's like wearing leather pants, for you it feels like biting a cotton towel, or having your sleeves getting wet, when you wash your hands. Uncomfortable at least. 

Carol starts driving and Darcy looks at you with a really excited expression on her face. 

“No.” You say to her, making her confused right away.

“I didn't even say anything.” 

“But you are going to, and you are excited, which means i have to do stuff, and you could text me what’s all this is about, but you didn't, so kidnapping me is the only way for me to participate in whatever evil plan you made.” She seems almost offended but it lasts three seconds before she starts laughing. 

“You know me so well.” She is slouching over the back of her sweet so she can face you and it makes Carol uncomfortable, worrying that if anything happens the seat belt would work correctly. With one hand on the wheel, Carol puts the other on Darcy's thigh and turns her around. She turns off music and with a steer voice starts talking. 

“Yn can hear your love, don't do that please.” Darcy takes Carol hand into hers not taking off her thigh, just to confirm that she understood and she is sorry. 

“Yes daddy, I'm sorry.” Carol is rarely mad at Darcy, she doesn't really have a reason to, they made for each other, at least in your opinion, but when she is Darcy will use any pet name she can to melt her girlfriends heart and get on her good side again, and it's clearly working wonders. 

“You are having a date Yn.” Carol informs you and you know this is a way of hers to mess with Darcy, the fact that she wasn't the one to share the news infuriates her. 

“I was supposed to, ugh…. I have an outfit for you at Carol's house and we will give you a ride to the restaurant.” 

“That's amazing, thank you very much… but I have work. My shift at the bar starts in-”

“In two days Yn, I have access to your calendar, don't try anything with me.” Feeling defeated, you slouch back a little bit and let your eyes follow the world outside of the car. Carol turns on the radio again after a minute of silence, assuming that everything was said and it won't be irritating for anyone. For a second you even let yourself sink into music and the outside world. Sun is peeking through the small alleys between the buildings, falling on your face in a pattern. You remember briefly that when you weren't able to fall asleep as a child your parents, or someone, you can't really remember, was taking you into the car and driving a couple of times around the block. Street Lamps or the sun flashing from time to time on your face was making you feel good, safe, comfortable, like there is something so bigger then you and everything around you. You found comfort in unlimitless nothingness and even now as an adult you feel safe. You are able to fight the sleepy state, well maybe you drifted away a little bit, and as you see Carol's house you are fully conscious again, anxiety of what's coming slowly creeping in. 

You enter the house, talk with Carol and Darcy about the last party and upcoming events, work stuff, your studies and Darcy's new projects at her school. You can never fully understand what she is talking about, too much chemical talk but you are so proud of her and happy that she can feel fulfilled with where she is. You are always interested in Carol's work and life, maybe that's why you are the closest to her among all your friends. She appreciates the way you treat her as her, not as Darcy's girlfriend or treat both of them as one, because as close as they are, they are still themself. They help you prepare, get your hair fixed, put a nice outfit together, and Carol even let you borrow some of her perfume. In no time you are back in the car going to the unknown location, to meet with a stranger. You are reminding Darcy that you agreed for half an hour of this show and then you are going to be even. She tries to extend it for an hour, using arguments like “ you can't get to know a person in half hour”, or “ you won't be even able to eat”. As you pull in front of the restaurant you see three Michelin stars in the front of it and you almost choke. 

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME? IN HERE I'M NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO GET A GLASS OF WATER WITH MY BUDGET!” It was louder than you anticipated and the doorman put his focus on the car in front of him. He started going into your direction but Darcy opened the window at the right time.

“Everything is okay, we just need a second.” He smiled and without any words pointed at the parking spot a little bit further from the main door. Carol took a clue and parked there. Darcy took her seat belt off and turned to you, making you jump. 

“Darcy this is too much, and why do I even have to get so dressed up for someone I will turn down in the first two minutes?” You don't want to do this, and you can't be more clear than that. As bad as it sounds you are planning on being just as honest with your date.

“Give them a chance, Jesus, why are you so negative, they're gonna pay for you.” She got out of the car and opened your door rushing you outside. The restaurant is far enough from your house to have a real struggle with coming back, so you have to rely on Darcy and you are not enjoying this feeling. Just when you stepped outside it came to you what she said. 

“They!? What do you mean by They ?! Darcy is that -'' You can't even finish, Darcy closes your door, jumps back into her seat and as in a getaway car tells Carol to drive. You can only hear a faint have fun coming from her window. You run your hand down your face, taking a deep breath in and decide to get through it as ripping off a bandaid, fast but painfully. You straighten out your outfit, little crevices created by the short ride are easy to clean up and the cleaned up outfit helps you a lot with your confidence. You feel like you will need a lot of it during that dinner. Constant tag and pull with the redheads is exhausting and staying afloat as they try to drown you down feels like a survival chore. You can't help but be angry at Darcy, you know she wants good, you know you promised but you feel a little bit betrayed. You can't really pinpoint why but the feeling spreads uncomfortable through your body, or maybe it's just the cold that went back with the sun setting down. Beautiful purple color of the sunset lets you grab the last bits of energy, hope and the feeling of rest. You know it will end as soon as you turn around to enter the restaurant or when the sun will finally set. It's sad that you can't wait for the latter.  

“Half hour Yn, just half hour.” You talk to yourself hoping it will help you feel the back bone of your character and get through it smoothly enough. What 30 minutes can do right?

You enter the building, or rather you are led by the doorman through two sets of doors. After the second one you are met with a man in a suit, he looks important, you are wondering if that's the owner, maybe a menager, they are always around right? He looks so elegant that his status needs to be at a high level. Little lost in your head you hear him speak when the doors are closing behind you. 

“May I take your coat miss?” Miss? Coat? You thought that this man is… and he is just…. It's going to be long, thirty minutes.. This is not something you enjoy, not something that is a part of your world. You just need to survive this. You are wondering how the man will know which coat is yours. He didn't give you a number nor did he take your name. It's all strange and the coat belongs to Carol, you are worrying now about getting it back later. 

Restaurant seems much bigger from the outside. The building is huge but the dining area pleasantly small. The kitchen must take a lot of space, you think to yourself approaching a Host of the restaurant. Small wooden desk in front of him looks amazing. Golden leaves decorating the legs as a vine. The whole place is in darker colors but it gives a more elegant and fancy look to it. Smell is not overwhelming which is usually a problem for you in the restaurants, not in this. You can hear a light chatter around, 

“Welcome, do you have a reservation?” He asks you with his back straight, his tie carefully secured around his neck. Do you have a reservation? This whole thing feels so out of blue, catching you off guard in every single step, it seems. 

“Um… I….” You can't recall their last name, why can't you recall their last name? You fall back into the memory, you follow the steps of the day you meet them. You went to work, bus ride, Wanda opened the door for you, she had her suit on, her shirt was open, she had a messy bun on top, she had this nice perfume on her, the same she used last time you saw her at the Carols party. You could feel it clearly when she was tending your wound. Darcy introduced them to you. She said their names, they are both lawyers or Wanda is a lawyer and Natasha is in finances, yes that seems correct. Did she say their last name ? You remember now, she didn't but they gave you their card…. which you didn't even look at, before throwing it away. Then it comes to you, you were supposed to text them last time after the accident, they gave you a new card and you actually have it on you at the back of your phone case. It is very embarrassing trying to get your phone out of its case but also necessary. Host is waiting for you patiently, his face emotionless, he was definitely well trained for his job. 

“It should be on the name-” You finally take out a card and look at the last name. “-Romanoff, or Maximoff. One of those.” It's strange to see that they are married, but they still use separate last names, it might be just for business and you decide on asking them if you will have to speak at all. At least it's going to be something to talk about. You smoothly follow the host to your table, moving between the tables you can see all the food prepared for other guests and your stomach lets you know about its empty state. Smell coming from each of the tables will not be very helpful in the next 30 minutes, because there is no way that you are going to let them pay for anything, not with these prices. At the far left corner of the restaurant you can see Wanda and Natasha chatting between each other, their hands together on the table, Natasha is lightly smoothing her wifes hand with her thumb, laughing at something she said. It's the first time they don't seem like big, scary rich assholes, more human than before. You are afraid, or maybe you are sure it's going to drop as soon as they are going to see you. First to notice you is Natasha, she lets go of Wandas hand and stands up to greet you. You don't want to make a scene in the restaurant, so you kiss her cheek as her hand lingers on your waist and you do the same with Wanda. Looking at them, seeing how dressed up they are, you are glad that Darcy made you wear the clothes she prepared, if you would dress yourself, you would for sure stand out, not in a good way. You take your place on an empty chair when Wanda starts speaking to you. 

“I hope you didn't have any problems finding us?” She sounds soft, soft enough for you to find it degrading. 

“Except not knowing your last names it was pretty easy.” You say in a rough voice and that makes Natasha look back to the man that brought you to the table. 

“You didn't have you, I gave him clear instructions. It's not that hard to do the only thing you are here for. I'm going to talk to him.” She drops the napkin on an empty table and stands up. You are not sure how you find your voice, maybe it's the nervous atmosphere that Natasha is adding to, or maybe your empathy for a fellow customer service worker, but you speak up.

“Sit down!” To your surprise, she does with a shocked face, while her wife laughs a little. 

“Can we just order and get this over with? It feels like work.” You ask and that makes Wanda look at you quizzingly. 

“What do you mean baby? Get it over with?” You put down the menu that you were reading and look her in the eyes.

“I promised Darcy that I will be here for at least half an hour. It started five minutes ago and I'm counting the time. I didn't want to be here and I found out just when she dropped me off that I'm meeting with you both.” She looks hurt and you need to address that before it gets more messy, even more that Natasha looks angry. You look between them and continue.

“Look-” You run your hand on your face, as it is supposed to take off the worry. “-I’m sorry, but i'm not looking for dates, or relationships. Any kind of relationship.” You say pointing your finger between them. 

“Can we just spend this 25 minutes talking or whatever and I promise you won’t have to waste any more time on me.” That makes Wanda's face soften. She looks like she is about to say something but Natasha cuts in. 

“Sure, let's just order something.” In the next three minutes you placed an order and as much as they pursued you to get something to eat you didn't get anything. You got a coffee which cost twenty five dollars. You regret that decision, thinking that you would be okay with the tap water. Your stomach starts to hurt with how empty it is and all the smells are affecting it in a horrible way. Wanda and Natasha placed their orders and food came in faster then it took to order it. They are really at the top in this restaurant. They start eating while you enjoy your coffee. Wanda tries to start a light conversation, to make it a little bit less awkward for all of you. 

“So Yn, Darcy told us you were working today, was it a good shift?” 

“Decent, I got my first article to do a final edit to.” You say and take a sip of coffee, looking at Wanda enjoying her pasta alfredo. You feel yourself salivating and you probably look too long at her food, because it makes her wonder if you actually want anything.

“Yn, are you sure you are not hungry?” Wanda says and her wife finally joins the conversation.

“We know we picked an expensive restaurant, let us get you something to eat sugar.” She is about to call the waiter to the table again. 

“No. No, Natasha no, I'm really okay. Please don’t.” She looks at you, deeply studying your eyes, knowing that you are doing that because you are uncomfortable with the prices, but still she doesn't want to go against you, as much as she wishes she could. With each passing time she spends with you, she realizes that you can be destructive for yourself, and she would gladly take that away from you. You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket but you decide to keep it there for the next fifteen minutes. Time feels like it stretches itself, making you feel like it has been over an hour. You keep your fingers on the brim of your coffee mug, trying to make your legs stop shaking, and your muscles twitching. It's not that you are nervous, you are past that, but your medication is wearing off and you can feel it. At this time you would either take a second dose if you were at work, or with your friends, or just people in general, or you would take some actions to make yourself comfortable. Caffeine doesn't help, and it was a bad idea as it just makes you more and more sleepy with every second. Your left hand is laying on the table and the tablecloth feels awful against your fingertips. Material feels like it lingers on your skin even after you pick your hand up, it's too soft and too harsh at the same time, like a used sandpaper sheet. You wish you could pick your hand up but you can't. It feels embarrassing to do so, not because of the action but because of the reason to do so, so you force yourself to keep it that way. Only fifteen minutes longer. It feels like you said it to yourself an hour ago but with the time speed in your brain, it was only a minute. You are physically restraining yourself from counting seconds, numbers help you stay sane but you can't do that right now, if you would, everything that two woman in front of you are speaking about would go into the void, and as a center of entertainment for them right now you can’t allow yourself to drift off, they would notice. Clutter of silverware feels like it's happening at the front part of your skull, Lady at the table on your right has some good insights about new generations of doctors, she is a doctor too, she has her id clipped to her bag. Man to whom she is speaking is sweating a lot, he is nervous and it seems like they are on a date. One girl, a waiter, has had enough of today, she stands at the corner next to the bar, nobody can see her, or maybe nobody just pays attention, except you. Sometimes putting on a work uniform equals disappearing. She is running her hands on her thighs, looking up to the ceiling, she tries to stop crying. That makes you look around the room, a man in a big suit is red on his face, he was just yelling, or arguing since you didn't hear anything before. He shoves food into his mouth like it's going to calm his nerves. 

“Are you even listening?” Natasha calls out and just then her voice breaks through all the loud noise around you. 

“Hm? I'm sorry I just-” 

“Wasn't listening. Look, I understand you don't want to be here, but a little decency wouldn't hurt you. We are trying hard to get to know you, not use you, not sponsor you, not even embarrass you, just get to know you. I don't understand what's so awful about it.” She throws a napkin at the table and stands up. 

“I need to use the restroom, I'll be right back.” She looks at her wife when she speaks, she is mad, you didn't mean to make her mad, or disappointed, you really do appreciate the interest. 

“Nat, I really didn't mean to- '' You are trying to defend yourself but she is already gone, you lie your head low and massage your traps with your hands, it's painful but helpful. You get this uneasy feeling inside your stomach and you can't say if that's the lack of food or the nerves. Just then you realize that you picked your hand up from uncomfortable table cloth and you make a mental note not to put it down at the same place. 

Wanda swallows the food she just finished, your time is almost up and you are grateful for it, even more that since the moment you went into the restaurant you were doing nothing more but disappointing everybody, including yourself. You decide to speak to her, maybe try to explain yourself a little why you are acting that way. 

“Im sorry Wanda.” 

“I know.” A moment of silence lingers between you when she grabs her wine glass, not taking her back off of her chair, stretching her arm out. 

“I'm sorry about her, I’ m not saying she is not right yn, i feel the same way, but my wife is just very frustrated by you.” You hang your head low, like a child being scolded, you tell yourself that you shouldn't care about their opinion, but it matters, everybody's opinion matters and you hate that about yourself. 

“I wasn't aware that I was that irritating for her. That's just an additional reason for why you shouldn't waste your time on me Wanda.” She smiles at you and shakes her head. 

“Sexually frustrated Yn, emotionally frustrated. She really wants to get to know you, and she is being on her best behavior holding back every second we are spending with you.” That makes you even more confused. 

“What do you mean?”

“You are a precious one aren't you?” This time you can be sure it was degrading.You straighten up your posture. 

“That little stunt you did at the party?” She leans in, making you once again lost in the smell of her perfumes. You don't say anything but she can see on your face how oblivious you are. 

“You remember that moment when Natasha went to you to simply try and devour you? That little stunt you pulled with her belt? Please you had to see her reaction, she has the same look every time she looks at you, and to be honest i don't blame her. I had a fun night thanks to you baby, it's a shame you weren't there.” She finishes the sentence and then her wine. You feel like you have finished all the air, it's hard to breathe and it's too warm, and you don't understand those feelings, they put you in a fight or flight state, but at the same time you are glued to the chair, not able to move. Wanda puts her hand on yours and interlocks your fingers, you are not able to stop her or yourself. 

“Yn, breath.” She looks a little worried but at the same time highly entertained. 

“What's going on?” Natasha comes back to the table and her voice brings you back and makes you let go of Wanda’s hand like it's burning you. 

“Oh nothing love, I just told Yn how much fun I had because of her after the party.” 

“Wanda-” Natasha says in a scolding way, seeing the state Wanda put you in. “- I apologize for my wife's sugar. Sometimes she can't keep her mouth shut.” Their holding hands and being so tender with each other, it makes you feel like an intruder. 

“I thought you like it wide open.” Wanda's comment makes you choke on your coffee and it goes down the wrong pipe, sending you into a coughing spree. A girl, the waiter you saw before comes right in to check on you. You assure her that everything is okay, but she still leaves a glass of water for you on the side, sending you a warm smile.  Wanda and Natasha cut the topic seeing in what way it's affecting you and you fall into light conversation for the last couple of minutes. You ask them about work and they can't say much other than it’s classified sounding like from csi miami series, but either way you are very much interested in stories they encounter while being at work. 

Your phone vibrates a couple of more times and at the fifth time you can’t not pick it up. You assume who is trying to reach you but as you pull your phone out of the inside pocket in your jacket you can see that you were very wrong. You have ten messages and five missed calls, all from Shuri, and she never calls you. You immediately get this worried look and they can see it.

“What's going on Yn?”

“Is everything okay?” You don't even pick your head up to look at them. 

“I'm sorry I need to call back. I'm sorry.” You dial Shuri on your phone and call her back without getting up from the table. You just turn your body side to them to get a little bit more private. She pics up after two dial tones. 

“Shuri!? Is everything okay? What's going on?” You are holding your phone with your right hand and playing with the rings on your left hand. Your voice is low trying not to disturb anybody's dinner or conversations, fortunately your table is far enough from others. Natasha and Wanda pay close attention to you, their hands together in a caring manner. 

“Now?” You ask and look at your watch. 

“I'm really far away from the city-” You pinch your nose with your fingers. 

“- I can try to call a cab-” A moment of silence from your side let's Wanda slip a fast question. 

“Is something wrong?” She whispers to you laying her hand on the table close to you. You look at her apologetically. 

“-it's not about the money Shuri. I'm just limited right now. How much time do I have? An hour? Okay, yeah I'm going to figure something out, don't worry about it I got you, just send me the location.” With that you hang up the phone and start looking around to collect your things, which you don't have because everything is in your coat. You look at them and you don't know what to say, you are just about to cut short a 30 minute meeting in which you already disappointed them so much. They are both worried that much you can say but Natsaha is definitely clenching her jaw, it's not a good sign. You try to find in yourself the right words to turn them down one last time, but you can't, not with this level of stress. 

“I need to go.” You stand up looking between both of them. You take thirty dollars from your pocket and put it under your coffee mug. 

“I'm sorry.” With that you leave them and don't provide them any explanation, to be honest they didn't ask. You move into the exit and wait a second for the man to give you your, actually Carol’s coat. You thank him and go outside trying to figure out what you are going to do. 

Natasha and Wanda, a little disappointed with how things went, decided to finish dinner and head home. Fifteen minutes after you left they exit the restaurant and wait for their car to be brought. Just as they receive keys from the worker they hear a loud conversation on the side of the building. Natasha looks around the corner and sees you packing around with your phone in your ear, for a second she thinks about leaving you but her wife walks past her towards you. 

“I understand but I don't have enough cash! You know how far it is, i can cash app the money whats the problem?! No don’t- . Ugh!” Clearly someone hung up on you. You are looking at your phone typing aggressively, you seem worried out of your mind. 

“Okay Yn what's going on?” Wanda asks when her wife joins her and you are surprised to see them. You take a second before you reply.

“I can’t find a cab, it's nothing really. Again sorry it turned out this way.” Your phone rings again and you pick it up so fast that the second ring tone doesnt come. 

“Yes, yes I called. I need a cab to the city center-” You pace around not being able to stay in place, even more that you just got this feeling in your legs that you can't describe. Each night before sleep, when your medicine wears off completely your legs have this tingly feeling, like slight electric shocking waves going through your muscles. It's nothing pleasant. Usually a hot shower helps but the alternative is just to keep moving, so that's what you do. 

“- HOW MUCH? Okay yeah, yeah you too.” You sit down, cross legged at the curb, your left palm is open while your right is holding the phone, lightly tapping it on your left. Natasha crouches in front of you and tries to catch eye contact. You don't look up so she snatches the phone from your palm. 

“Hey!” You reach to grab it back but she already gave it to Wanda that stands behind her. 

“Tell us what's wrong, sugar?” You look between them, they look at you gently, worried, trying to read your expressions while you are breathing heavily with stress, your upper back is tense and you would love to shake it off of you. Without giving them too much information you speak up. 

“I need to pick up someone from the city center and I should be there-'' You look at your watch trying to figure out how much time passed from your conversation with Shuri. “- in forty minutes. I called a couple of companies but they either don't have anybody in the area, or they don't have a cash app and I don't have that much cash on me.” You explain carefully, trying hard not to sound crazy or overemotional, even if you feel your body shaking. Natasha is standing up, it makes you feel like she is hovering above you, and you don't have energy to fight for your phone. To your surprise she stretches her hand towards you and helps you stand up. You follow, and the feeling of her skin on yours is very different from Wandas. It's hard to tell if that's a good or a bad thing. With both of them your whole relationship, if you can even call seeing them three times, a relationship, you had an off feeling but at the same time some connection that wanted to be made. 

“Come on, we’re gonna drive you.” Natasha says with her face straight, she takes the space leaving no room for you to decline. You are in the tight spot, Shuri is counting on you and you are needed, there is a big possibility you won't be able to do this without their help, and oh god how much you hate it. 

“No, i'm going to- i will-” Wanda interrupts your protest already opening the front passenger door for you. 

“You will do what? You are out of options, Yn. Get in.” And you do, with her hand on the small of your back you take the space next to Natasha. For a second you are confused about why you are sitting in the front seat. 

“ Tell me where to go.” Natsaha doesn't even take a look at you, she seems pissed and you don't blame her, you would probably hate yourself in their position. ruining the date, making them do something for you, ruining their day schedule. They both probably have a thousand better places to be right now, and they are stuck with you. Awkwardness of the situation doesn't help the anxiety you have about the passing time, you are scared of running late, always, but in this situation even more. After giving them the address and helping with directions from time to time you are 5 minutes away from your destination. 

“So who is Shuri?” Wanda asks from the back seat, taking your focus off of the road in front of you. 

“Oh she studies at the university with me, she is Tony Stark’s best student.” You explain briefly. 

“That Stark? What a small world.” Natasha comments taking a fast look at her wife in the back mirror. 

“ That's nice, baby, but I meant who is she to you.” Are you imagining things or does she sound jealous? You can't help but wonder. You are not sure what makes you open up in front of them in any way, but you do. 

“She is my-” you make a little pause, wondering what words you should use. “-friend, a really good friend.” 

“Hm a really good one you say?” Wanda is pushing you a little bit trying to bring some more information out of you. 

“Yeah, we were together for two years, she is like family to me. Actually her whole family kind of took me in, as a part of them.” Too much Yn, too much, You bite your tongue, probably a little too late, you are mad at yourself for revealing that much about your past, to total strangers. That was always an issue for you, if someone was willing to listen you were eager to talk. That's unfortunately not a safe thing to do, at least usually. 

“So we went out to pick up your ex?” Natasha is straight forward, and strangely you respect that. At that moment you arrive in front of elementary school. 

“Actually no.” You answer quickly and get out of the car, looking straight at the little boy waiting with his teacher near the gate. You walk in their direction. 

“JUNIOR!” You yell out for him and the moment he sees you, his backpack is on the ground and he runs into your direction. You catch him into your arms and spin him around as he hugs himself close to your neck, securing his legs around your torso. You walk still holding him up to pick up his backpack. You didn't realize that both Natasha and Wanda got out of the car and were approaching you. 

“It's been a while since we saw you miss Yn. Have a nice day.” Teacher sends Junior T’Challa a wave and goes back into the building. You are written down on the list to pick up Shuri’s nephew. It's not the first time for you to do that, but it's true that it's been a while. Boy refuses to let you go as you try to pick up his backpack. Before you can do it, struggling a little bit Natasha snatches it from the ground looking down at you. 

“Yn? Who is that?” Junior asks you and to be honest you hoped that they would already leave. 

“This is Natasha and Wanda, they drove me here, which I'm very thankful for, but now they have to go. Right?” You hope that the hint is not too small. 

“Actually we have the whole day reserved for you Yn. You and this little boy now.” 

“Im T'Challa Junior.” He says proudly, getting out of your arms at the same time. 

“It's Shuris nephew.” You kneel down, fixing his jacket. The water proof material got stuck in the zipper. You take the piece out and zip it all the way up, trying to keep him nice and warm. 

“She got stuck with Profesor Stark.” Boy gets visibly sad after that information. You are thinking for a second if you should do something with him, or just get him home and take care of your responsibilities, which to be honest are piling up. You got three texts about essays that are needed for tomorrow. All for the same class and the same topic, which is the worst case scenario for you. 

“Don't worry, Yn here is actually taking you to the theme park. We are going to have a lot of fun.” Natasha throws information out of nowhere, without asking you, giving you any heads up, and taking full control over the situation, and you thought for a split second to get violent with her. How dare she use a little boy's emotions against you? Yes, sure, it's a nice thing to do, but you told them specifically that you don't have too much time, that you have half an hour for them and that's it, that you don't want to be near them or do more than necessary to keep your promise. Which part of that she didn't get? Wanda notices how angry you got after her wife’s idea, and as much as she thinks about resolving this issue, this also might be a good idea to show you that they are not so bad. She kneels down next to you to get to the boys and your eye level, her eyes are soft, apologetic almost. 

“It's going to be fun, Yn. You’ll see.” Junior gets excited and follows Natasha to the car, you are right behind them with wanda. How are you supposed to take happiness out of his hands? You are not a monster. 

“Cheer up Yn.” Wanda is walking on a very thin line. 

“Cheer down Wanda, this is hopefully the last time I have to see you both.” Leaving shocked Wanda behind, you get into the place with Junior on the back and let Natasha decide where to go. Make him happy, and survive. That's all that matters right now. You would give your life for this boy, what's one day, even if it means you staying up all night to catch up with your work, because of course you agreed to take those additional papers for tomorrow. You need money, lots of it, so you need to work… a lot. Just as you were getting nervous about it and your bank account your phone started going off with text messages. One after another, drilling a hole in your calmness. You don't even read them, you decide to call right away and you can't be bothered enough that you are not alone. 

“What do you want?” Wanda looks at you worried, but smiles at the little boy to keep him calm. 

“No.” Some arguing can be heard through the phone on the other side of the call. Even when you put it on the lowest volume, it's so loud that they can hear. 

“You do want me to starve, don't you?... At the end of the week, that's all I have to say to you. Leave me alone.” You finish your call and mute your phone, of course after filing Darcy and Shuri up on what's happening and where are you going. Wanda and Natasha didn't ask, hoping you will explain what the call was about, it didn't sound good. 

The rest of the day passed good but horrible slowly. Junior had so much fun, riding with Natasha and playing games with Wanda, or sitting down and eating corn dogs with you. Seeing him happy makes you happy, but the mental load that you are carrying with you is heavy enough that you can't relax or enjoy this for even a second. Going through stuff in your head is a normal thing for you, but at the end of the day, when you're actually sitting down to do what you have to do you feel like you went through the same task five times already. It's simply dreadful, not mentioning the lack of any satisfaction when you are actually done. 

Shuri tells you that she is already home, Junior is tired, and you are also so ready to go home. You asked Natasha and Wanda, who were trying so, so, so hard to get to you in any way, that it was irritating at some point, to give T'Challa a ride. Normally you would feel bad about it but it was their idea in the first place. 

Shuris home is a little bit outside of the city, not far from the subway thankfully. When Natasha parks her car at the side of the street, you collect your bag and get out of the car. Walking to the other side of it you zip your jacket up, goosebumps all over your body, reminding you physically how cold it is at this time of year. Street lights give off your favorite time of the day vibe, even if it's far till three am. You open the door on the right side and slowly unbuckle Junior from the seat. 

“Don’t.” You tell Wanda, seeing her undoing her seatbelt, also to go out and help you. Surprisingly she listens to you. You take the boy into your arms and let him hug you half asleep, you hold him up with your right hand and take his backpack with your left. It's heavier than it looks. Actually they both are, or maybe you are just really tired, it's been a long day. you go to the gate with him and Wanda and Natasha are watching your every move. You ring the bell at the gate and later the main doors are open. Two people go out of the house, the older woman takes the boy from your hands and the younger takes the back pack. Redheads can't hear a thing but they can see you talking with the younger woman. 

“I don't know how to thank you. He texted me half way throughout the day, how much he missed you and how much fun he is having.” Shuri is so genuine with you, she always was, pretty tough sometimes, but always real, and you respect that. 

“You know I love this boy, he is family.”

“And you are ours Yn. You have always been, and you will always be a part of this family.” These cheesy moments between you two is not something any of you are used to, even when you were together,” i love you” sounded more like a, “bye i see you later”, rather than “my heart is with you every second when we are apart”. Romanticizing your life much? Maybe, but how can you not, when you want to survive in this world, with your heart intact. Shuri hugs you for a goodbye, and gives you a light kiss on the cheek, which does not go unnoticed by your dates. 

“I don't like it, Wanda.” 

“Would you calm down Nat? You did everything today to push her away, and each moment I've been trying to fix the situation that YOU created, you were shutting me up.” That accusation is shocking for Natasha, and she will not back down from defending herself, even if it's coming from her wife. She almost starts talking again, giving her piece of thoughts on the topic, but she sees you walk away and that takes priority at this second. 

“We are going to talk about it at home.” She points her finger at Wanda, her voice sounds like flowing out through clenched teeth, and she is definitely not agreeing with Wanda. She doesn't even point out to her wife what's happening, she just goes out of the car and walks fast after you, Wanda confused but right at her heels. 

“And where do you think you’re going?” The force with which you turn around makes Natsaha stop immediately. Your eyes are dark, your jaw is clenched, as well as your fists. 

“Natasha, calm down!” Wanda joins you at the side of the road, it's really quiet in this neighborhood, the only sound slicing the silence is the roaring of the car that was left with the engine running. You pinch the bridge of your nose, irritation, exhaustion, this feeling of wasted day get to you, overstretching your patience to the fucking limits. You don’t care, you can’t find in yourself to care, and your promise was fulfilled. You respect and love Carol, but it doesn't mean that you have to feel the same way about her friends. 

“What are you, five?” This is definitely not something they expected of you. Even everything they have heard about you, always patient, collected, good, the view in front of them doesn't fit any of this. 

“How dare you deciding about my day, my plans, and using feelings of a little boy to get me to do something, just because your fucking ego is bruised?” Natasha makes a step to your direction, bringing her finger up to defend herself and her wife. 

“No! I'm not done!” Taken aback she doesn't interrupt you. As horrible Wanda feels about making you feel this way it's really interesting for her to see someone putting her wife into place. 

“For the whole day you are talking so much, about wanting to get to know me, getting close to me, but you did absolutely nothing to make me feel comfortable in your presence. When you gave me the ride, seeing the position i was in, i though, just for a second, this can be good, we can try this out,  and then…then you took your fucking place and made me feel like i have no say in my life.” 

“You are being so dramatic Yn! We gave you and this boy a great day, you should be grateful!” Natasha had enough. 

“I have a test tomorrow, an article to edit, and three essays to write, that should be done by now. And no, I don't have a second deadline, I don't have more time, and I will have to stay up all night, without sleep to get everything done on time. In the morning I have work, then a test at university and then my shift at the bar! You thought I had thirty minutes with you for fun? If that means that im being dramatic then fucking yes, I am dramatic!”

“You are working too much.” Wanda comments with this horribly soft voice of her, condescending reasoning, like it's so simple for her, like she can solve all your issues, if you are just willing to give them all control over your life. You scoff at her like she said something funny. Natasha takes out her wallet, and takes out  two thousand in cash, you never saw this amount of money in cash, well maybe once when you were working in black. 

“Is this enough to buy your time? Your pride? Is that enough for you to get over yourself and let someone take care of you or at least fucking try?” She steps close to you, so close that you feel warmth coming from her body, creating too much of a contrast with the weather, you feel sick. Wanda grabbed her wife's hand, but it wasn't enough to stop her from speaking a couple words too much. You look at the money in Nat’s hand. Couple of papers that would solve your issues for at least two months, something that means nothing to her, that she has too much of, something that would save you. The control that it has over you is not fair, but life isn’t fair, it never was, it never will be, and you are highly aware of it. You look her in the eyes, and you grab at the last bits of your control, pride you have for yourself, those bits of respect that you are trying to save.

“You ignorant fuck, you really dont get any of this do you? Fuck you Natasha.” You leave them and start your long way home, this was a mistake, and you are glad that it's over, finally you can focus on yourself again. All they did since the day you met them is make your life fall apart with every way imaginable. It's good that it's over Yn, you tell yourself and enter the subway, already starting writing your first essay on your phone, the topic power laughing at you, as the universe decided that you are its best comedy. 

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Darcy Lewis x Female Reader 827 Words

Darcy catches you staring at her as she works on her project.

It was late, and you were sat cross-legged on Darcy's bed while she sat hunched over her books at her desk. The blue light from her computer illuminated her face - her dark brown hair framing her face perfectly - as she clicked her mouse and scribbled in her notebook and you couldn't help the small smile from forming as you dazed dotingly at her. Darcy's eyebrows knitted together and she pushed her glasses back up with the first knuckle of her forefinger before moving closer to the screen, as if proximity was the reason why she was so confused, and you bit your lip to hold back the chuckle that was threatening to escape you. 

Darcy's eyes traced the words on the screen before quickly jotting down the new-found information on her messy page. And, as she moved her focus from the screen to the pad resting on her knee, she noticed you watching her. Her gaze flicked up from her book and landed on you. The look on your face nearly knocked the breath from her lungs and she swallowed her nervousness.

"What're you staring at?" She mumbled with squinted eyes, the end of her pen pressed against her bottom lip.

"You." You answered with a sly smile on your lips and you watched in amusement as your girlfriend scrunched her nose and shake her head whilst looking back down at her work, but she wasn't quick enough to hide the steady blush covering her cheeks. Gods, she was adorable. She had been working for too long and you wanted her back where she was supposed to be - in your arms.

"Hey, what are you hiding for?" You teased with a smirk. "Let me see your pretty face," you pleaded with a pout, "please?" With a roll of her eyes, Darcy looked back up at you with a light scowl and all you could do was grin at her.

"I love you," you sung, your eyes sparkling full of adoration, and Darcy felt her heart leap out of her chest and all she wanted to do was press it into your hands; exposed in its wholeness, fragile and beating, faithful in whatever you would do with it. You had her whole heart and she wanted you to have it. Nothing could have prepared her for the way she loved you and never, not even in a million years, did she expect you to return those feelings. 

"Stopp it, you're distracting me, I'm supposed to be working," she groaned and threw her head back to rest against the back of her chair.

You let out a light laugh as you walked to stand behind her chair, "what, I can't tell my girlfriend how beautiful she is and that I love her?" You shrugged as you rested your hands on the arm rests and leaned over to place a kiss on Darcy's cheek. "What are you even working on?" You questioned as you looked up at the computer screen. "Ar-" your eyebrows furrowed as you looked closer at the word, "Archae-" you frowned, it should be easy, two words you knew put together in one, but it just wasn't working for you. "Ar-chaeo-astron-omy," you finally butchered out and Darcy responded with a belly laugh. 

"What? No, I said it, that was right," you defended, but Darcy continued to laugh. "You say it then." You huffed in defeat.

"Archaeoastronomy," she squeezed out, voice light from laughter, with a grin on her lips - the scene causing your heart to flutter. You pursed your lips and left to leave, back to the bed. "Noo, come back," Darcy protested as she wrapped her hands around your wrists and dragged you back to stand in front of her. You stared down at her with a smile on your face when she pulled you down closer to her and pressed a kiss to your lips, "I love you too," she smiled against your lips and you gave her another peck. 

"Come to bed," you begged Darcy as you moved back, "you've been working for hourss," you dragged out, "and it's bed time." Darcy's eyes flickered to the clock on her computer and let out a sigh.

"Finee," she let out in faux annoyance, truthfully, Darcy didn't think that she could keep her eyes open any longer, and turned off her monitor before you pulled her up from her chair and toward the bed. 

She watched as you crawled under the duvet and you felt her slump onto the bed next to you. After a few moments of movement, the two of you finally fell silent and you felt yourself relax into Darcy's arms. Her gentle breathing lightly tickled the hair behind your ear and she smiled as she felt your finger drawing patterns across the skin of her arm. With one final deep breath, Darcy pulled you in and pressed a soft kiss behind your ear before you were both lost to a dreamless sleep.

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The End of the World and Junk • Earth 616 • Darcy Lewis & Thor Odinson (platonic) • Gen • Post Infinity War Canon Compliant • Hurt/Comfort • Darcy POV

Summary: All work and no play makes Darcy a dull girl. But after the Snap, what else is there to do? Go and help a friend in need, it turns out. One the newspapers are tearing to shreds after the battle that fractured the universe. One who had always seemed so indomitable that even after the end of the world, nobody thought to check in on.

Excerpt: Nothing had prepared Darcy for how boring the apocalypse would be. Most everything else, she'd expected. Loneliness was a given, the fear came and went, the sadness unavoidable. But all of these things had always seemed a natural part of the end of the world. Not jarring, but expected.

This was the third day running she'd knocked off from work, made her way home, and proceeded to spend a full five minutes stood frozen in her doorway, keys in hand, realising she had nothing to do and no one to see. For all that it was Friday night, she may as well have stayed at work.

She'd never felt more like Jane. And there was the sadness again.

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Sorry I'm posting so much fic. It will happen again.

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: F/M Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Relationship: Darcy Lewis/Thor Characters: Darcy Lewis, Thor (Marvel) Additional Tags: Mood Board, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Divergence - Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Darcy Lewis Feels, Thor Needs a Hug (Marvel), First Kiss, Rain, Kissing in the Rain, Fluff, Romantic Fluff Language: English Series: Part 7 of Light a candle, light a motive Collections: Marvel Rare Pair Bingo 2022 (Round 1), Marvel Rare Pair Bingo 2024, Marvel Rare Pair Collection Published: 2024-04-23 Words: 1,819 Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Stuck in a café while it's pissing down rain outside, Darcy spots a familiar face coming in her direction. She and Thor have a surprise reunion, and they connect over dinner. When it's time to say goodnight and go their separate ways, neither of them really want to.

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Mood Board Madness: Hallmark Romance MRP Bingo: B5 Kissing in the Rain

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Darcy Lewis Bingo Weekly Challenge: Catch Up Week (Pirates! 🏴‍☠️)

Author: Aenaria

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: None yet but if you know me you know where this is going…

Rating: this excerpt is generally safe

Warnings: talk of an arranged marriage

Summary: once upon a time @typhoidmeri and @chrissihr dared me to write about pirate!Steve. This is the start of it, though this is more Darcy’s story than anyone else’s.

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The rest of the walk into the heart of the city is, thankfully, quiet, if not increasingly humid and warm the closer Miss Darcy gets to the ocean. But she’s determined not to let a little heat stop her from her mission. If she stops, she’ll end up back with her mother, forced into a marriage that she has no desire whatsoever to be in.

She fans herself with the open flap of the coat anyway, because the sweat is thick on her brow. Maybe it’ll give her the air of disrespectability she needs to get a ride on a boat.

The roads begin to slope downwards the closer she gets to the docks, the buildings growing closer together and turning the streets into crowded rabbit warrens. It’s easier to keep to the shadows this way, however, so Miss Darcy keeps moving on, mentally reviewing her plan. She’ll go directly to the boats first, as it’s likely too early in the morning for the pubs to be open. Hopefully someone will be sympathetic to her plight, if not moved by the gold she can offer in exchange. If that doesn’t work, or no one’s available, there will inevitably be a place in the town where she can trade a ring for some quiet lodgings for a day or two to regroup and come up with something else.

A risky plan? Yes. For more reasons than just the obvious. But she also knows that the town is known for pirates. A single woman arriving in town looking for a quiet place to stay wouldn’t be the strangest thing this town has seen.

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Chapter Seven: Okay

The Farmer's Daughter - (A WandaNat Story)

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Summary: Natasha wakes up the next morning to find Wanda gone. She seacrhes town for her and runs into some of Wanda's friends.

Word Count: 3.1K

Content: TW: Asshole Jarvis (Vision), Flirty Bucky Barnes, Angst!, Yelena Mention

By the time the sun rose, Natasha had already been awake for hours. In fact, since Wanda slammed the door, Natasha had barely slept.

Whenever she closed her eyes, she thought of two things: her sister and Wanda.

Natasha tried calling Laura in the middle of the night before hanging due to it being the middle of the night. Natasha felt stupid for that one.

She wanted to call Clint, but she had not heard back from him since he was deployed, so...

It left her alone with her thoughts.

But now, as the warm glow bled onto her mattress from the window, she was reminded that it was the dawn of a new day.

She needed to apologize to Wanda.

But first, she needed a shower. She couldn't face Wanda with dried sweat all over her body and red eyes. However, maybe that's what she deserved for Wanda to see her at her lowest. If that wasn't it last night.

Natasha shook her head and began to strip out of her clothing before her eyes found the tote bag Wanda brought last night.

She took delicate steps forward and picked up the shirt on top. She held it up and smiled. It was an old concert t-shirt for a pop artist that Natasha would bet all her money that Wanda still loved.

Natasha held the shirt closer and discovered it still smelled of Wanda. Her hands rubbed the fabric before she brought it closer to her body. Soft.

Natasha exhaled and held the shirt close as she turned and looked for a suitable pair of jeans to wear post-shower.

Twenty minutes and an empty bottle of body wash later, Natasha threw on her new t-shirt and picked up her phone just before exiting the tiny house.

She walked the semidry path from the rain last night and felt the guilt of Wanda running home in the rain. Natasha shook her head and practiced lines of apology in her head as she opened the screen door to the Lehnsherr home.

She missed the fact that the red SUV was gone.

"Hello?" Natasha called out as she stood in the doorway. "In here!" Magda called out from the kitchen. Natasha entered and kicked her boots off. "Hello dear, what can I do for you? Breakfast?" Magda asked as she entered from the hallway.

Natasha shook her head. "I'm fine. I was wondering if Wanda was around." Magda raised an eyebrow before also shaking her head. "She went out with some friends last night. Hasn't returned."

Natasha remained composed as she was told this information.

"Do you know who with?" Natasha asked, trying to remember the names of the people from the other day. Magda gave a shrug. "Sorry, dear." She then paused and looked at Natasha. "Did something happen?" Magda's soft voice became more stern.

Natasha instantly shook her head. "No, ma'am." Magda looked down at the shirt Natasha was wearing. She remembers taking her daughter to that specific show. Natasha noticed the look and found herself growing warm in the face. "She just gave me some extra clothes, and I wanted to thank her. I promise!"

A smile worked its way into Magda's face. "Okay." She said in a way that made it seem like she entirely didn't believe Natasha but left it alone.

Wanda and Natasha were both consenting adults.

But Magda would talk with Natasha if she genuinely thought something was happening.

"I can give you her phone number. Maybe you could reach her that way," Magda suggested as she walked back into the kitchen. "That'd be great," Natasha said as she followed.

Magda grabbed her phone and let Natasha copy the number on the screen before also taking down hers, just in case.

"Thank you," Natasha said as she went to walk away before remembering. "Do you know where the keys to the truck are?" Magda shook her head. "No truck. Erik took it for fishing early this morning."

"Oh," Natasha replied. Looks like her bike would do today. Natasha gave a flat smile and turned around down the hall.

As she was putting her boots on, Magda came out from the back. "Try Bruce's." She said. Natasha looked up, confused. "It's a small coffee shop in the heart of town. She might be there." Natasha smiled, but before she could thank Magda, she walked away.

She wore a tight-lipped smile that Natasha couldn't see.

Natasha parked her bike in front of Bruce's a short time later. She removed her helmet and looked at the big, ugly purple sign. Smashing Coffee was the tagline.

She held her helmet under her arm as she entered the establishment. Magda was right. It really was the heart of the town as just about everyone who was probably somebody was in here on an early Sunday morning.

Yet Natasha couldn't find the eyes of Wanda.

But she did find the eyes of someone else.

"Hey Natasha, right?"

Shit, what was his name? Lucky?

A man approached Natasha with a tray of hot and cold drinks. He was attractive, and Natasha could see herself falling for a man of his charm... if she wasn't a lesbian. "How's it going on the farm?" He asked as Natasha walked with him to grab packets of sugar and straws.

"It's good." She replied short as she worked up the way to ask about Wanda.

The man smirked and looked at Natsha's eyes. "You forgot my name, didn't you?" Natasha gripped her helmet under her arm tighter. "Yeah. Sorry." The man shook his head and stuck out his hand. "Bucky. It's a pleasure to re-meet you, Natasha." His voice was smooth, but she wasn't here for him.

"Do you know where Wanda is? She isn't answering her phone." Natasha found herself saying before she could stop. "Oh my gosh-" Bucky stopped Natasha with a smile. "Wow, I see." He said with a laugh. "No." Natasha started saying. "It's nothing like that-"

"No, it's cool," Bucky interjected. "She's with us." He then looked Natasha up and down. "Nice shirt." He smirked before he flexed his left arm and pointed at Natasha's arms before picking up the tray of drinks.

Natasha looked at her arms and saw how the shirt was a tighter fit on her than it probably was on Wanda.

"Wanda is some lucky gal," Bucky said as the two exited the coffee shop. "Bucky, I promise it's not-" Natasha gave up. There was no point in convincing him as long as he took her to Wanda.

"She's back at Danvers. I'll take you there." Bucky said with a smile before looking at Natasha's helmet. "Or you can follow me." Natasha quickly weighed her options. "I'll follow." She responded. Bucky clicked his teeth. "Should I stop trying?" He asked as he started leading Natasha to his car so she knew which one to follow. "Yeah..." Natasha replied as Bucky stepped off the sidewalk to come to the driver's side of a blue Volkswagon beetle.

"This is yours?" Her dog tags hung away from her body as she bent down to look through the passenger window.

"Please don't mock me." Bucky pleaded. Natasha looked at him and hid a smile. "It looks... great." She responded cheerily, but Bucky could see the writing on the wall and sighed. "Just follow me."

Natasha nodded and followed Bukcy on her bike for a mile or two until they pulled into a neighborhood of mini-mansions.

Natasha hated the look of these copy-and-paste houses.

But she kept those thoughts to herself as they pulled up to a house with a Jeep, Subaru, and Wanda's red SUV.

Natasha parked her bike on the road as Bucky parked in the driveway. She placed her helmet on the left handlebar and hopped off. "I know it's a bit much. Trust me, the rest of us don't live in these neighborhoods." Natasha gave a flat smile as she climbed up the driveway to Bucky at the steps of the porch. "Just Carol." He smiled before mumbling: "and Jarvis..."

Natasha tilted her head with an "oh really?" look to Bucky as he opened the front door.

"I brought a guest!" He shouted as he entered the large house that led from the foyer to an immense living room with a bunch of Wanda's friends lounging around. No sign of Wanda.

"Oh shit." The friend with glasses Natasha recognized to be Darcy said aloud. "I mean-" She spoke up. "Oh shit! Natasha, right?" She stood up and passed the stunned face of a blonde, Carol, and a sleepy Sam. Darcy went to hug Natasha before thankfully stopping. "That's Wanda's shirt."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Yes. She gave me extra clothes. It's nothing. Also, hi everyone. Look, is Wanda here?"

Bucky raised his eyebrows and scooted away from the scene to deliver drinks to everyone. Darcy took the opportunity to stand next to her new friend Natasha before lifting her hand to squeeze the redhead's arm. "Sam, she's definitely stronger than you." Natasha looked at Darcy, which made the woman stop touching her before looking at Sam.

Darcy wasn't wrong.

Natasha stepped more into the house and briefly looked at the beautifully decorated art on the walls before stopping at the chair Carol Danvers was occupying. "Is she here?" Natasha asked in a way that quickly reminded everyone in the room that the new Farmhand was previously in the military.

Carol nodded and pointed back. "Y-yeah, she's wi-"

"Natasha?"

Everyone stopped and looked at the voice of Wanda entering the room. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were slightly glossy, and she wore the same clothes as yesterday.

Natasha's guilt crept up again as her green eyes worked over Wanda. But just as she opened her mouth, a blonde haired man came around the corner with a cocky smile as he stared directly at Natasha. "Ah, so this is Natasha." He spoke with a cocky accent as his arm wrapped around Wanda.

Jarvis. Natasha quickly deduced.

Wanda moved uncomfortably, making the man scoff and step closer to Natasha. "What can we do for you, love?" He asked.

Natasha immediately could see why Erik had an intense distaste for this man. Natasha flickered her eyes from Wanda back to the man.

"I don't remember asking for you." She paused as the man smirked. "I'm here for Wanda."

Everyone around Natasha remained quiet as she stepped forward; her eyes moved to Wanda. "Can we talk?" Jarvis stepped in between the longing look Wanda had on Natasha. "Who says she even wants to talk to you? It's not like you wanted to speak to her last night?"

Natasha turned her head to him. "What?" Her eyes glimpsed to Wanda as she looked at Jarvis.

Jarvis scoffed and stepped closer. "Oh, come on. Wanda came running here, and it had to deal with you, didn't it."

"Jarvis!" Wanda yelled, shocked. "What did you tell him?" Natasha asked, confused. Wanda looked back from Jarvis to Natasha. "He doesn't know what he's talking about."

"Sure I do." He looked Natasha up and down. A smile shining on his punchable face. "At least I never lie about who I am." Wanda stormed herself closer as Jarvis reached down and yanked on the dog tags. Natasha remained still as everyone behind her jumped forward.

"Yelena Belova." Jarvis read the tag before letting it fall from his hand. He tilted his head and whispered. "That's not you, right?"

Wanda gasped at the name as her eyes softened. She looked at Natasha and could see the water forming in the corners of her eyes. "Jarvis, that's enough!" Wanda stepped between the two and positioned her body in front of Natasha's.

Jarvis rolled his eyes. "Come on, let's go back upstairs." He reached for Wanda's hand, but she moved it from his hold. "No. I'm leaving." Jarvis scoffed. "Come on-" He went to reach for her hand again, but a force stopped him and sent him falling to the ground.

Natasha.

She stepped around Wanda and squatted down in front of the pathetic man. She pulled on her dog tags and moved another one into his view. "Natasha Romanoff." She spit the words of her own name at him before turning to Wanda. "Grab your stuff. Let's go."

"I'll help." Darcy jumped forward and wrapped her arm around Wanda's before pulling her away.

"Oh, you don't know what you just did," Jarvis said from the floor. "Hey man, why don't you cool it." Bucky moved from his spot to in front of Natasha.

"You can't be serious? She's an animal!" He flung his words at Natasha, who kept her jaw clenched and face turned away.

"I think it's time to go." Carol and Sam rose from their seats as Jarvis got off his ass. "Come on." Bucky slowly began leading Jarvis out the back door and out of view as Darcy and Wanda appeared again.

"You got everything?" Natasha asked Wanda, making her nod before her eyes looked down the shirt past the dog tags. Natasha looked amazing. The shirt was the perfect fit.

"Hey." Natasha grabbed Wanda's attention. "Are you okay?" She questioned. Wanda nodded with hesitance. "I am now."

Wanda watched Natasha's jaw flex. "Are you?" Wanda replied. "We can talk on the way home. Where are your keys?" Natasha answered and asked a question, making Wanda fluster a little. "Uh.."

"Here!" Darcy picked them up off the table by the door. Natasha stuck her hand out for them, and Darcy happily gave them to her. "I'm driving." Natasha took control, and Wanda would be lying if she said she wasn't a little turned on at this.

"Darcy, can you go grab Bucky?" Natasha asked of her new friend. She nodded and left a cloud of dust. "Bucky?" Wanda asked with a particular look of disgust on her face. "What are you friends with him now?" Natasha could sense the repulsion in Wanda and crossed her arms. "Are you serious?" She asked the hypothetical. "Someone had to lead me to you." Natasha turned her body slightly away. "Since you didn't feel like answering your phone." She mumbled.

This was news to Wanda who pulled out her phone. It was dead. But she looked at Natasha and tapped her arm. Natasha gave the green eyes of Wanda her attention. "You have my number?" Wanda asked with a smile.

Natasha uncrossed her arms. "Yeah, I do." Wanda let that sink in before thinking. "Romanoff..." Natasha didn't like how her last name sounded anymore when Wanda said it. She wanted it to be her first name. "Natasha," Natasha said, making the younger one smile wider. "Natasha..."

"Yes?" Natasha held in a smile of her own.

"Why are you here?"

Natasha sighed and let her body deflate. She looked at Wanda with sincerity. Her eyes brushed over Wanda's pink lips. "I came to apologize. I wanted to let you know how sorry I was for my actions. I shouldn't have spoken to you like-"

"Here!" Darcy came back with Bucky in tow and out slightly out of breath. "Darcy said it was an emergency." Darcy smiled widely at Natasha. "I did it! Aren't I a good girl- I mean, aren't I good- the best! I did a good job!"

Wanda turned away and covered her mouth with a broad-eyed expression.

Natasha smiled at Darcy. "Yes, thank you Darcy." Darcy sent a thumbs-up Wanda's way, but her friend ignored it. Natasha turned to Bucky and pulled out the keys to her bike. "Here." Bucky and Wanda looked shocked at this interaction. "I want you to follow us to the farm. I'm going to drive Wanda home in her car, and Darcy, could you follow us in yours so you can give Bucky a ride back?"

Darcy nodded with glee. She was down for anything. "Are you sure?" Bucky asked. Natasha nodded. "Yes. I am."

A few moments later, as Wanda buckled herself in, she turned and watched Natasha adjust the seat and mirrors to her liking.

Her side profile was striking, and the longer Wanda took it in, the likelihood of getting caught skyrocketed. But Wanda didn't care. She bit her bottom lip and smiled. Wanda was in awe.

Natasha turned to see this and smiled back. "What?"

Wanda kept her eyes on Natasha. "Your... you apologized." She said instead. Natasha nodded. "Technically, I wasn't done, but-" Wanda stopped her. "I accept your apology."

"Yeah, but-"

"I don't wanna hear anymore, Natasha." Natasha closed her mouth and put the car in reverse. "Besides..." Wanda started making Natasha stop her actions. "I should apologize for leaving..." Natasha looked at Wanda. "Nothing bad happened, did it?" Wanda shook her head. Natasha was happy to hear that. "Then it's okay. I know you're safe now." Natasha started reversing the car once again as her body turned to look out the back window. Her right hand on the back of Wanda's headrest.

This action made Wanda's stomach flip.

It was weird. When this flirting game that Wanda was playing halted, she became more enthralled with Natasha Romanoff.

If only she knew it worked the same way for Natasha.

Wanda looked at Natasha as she turned the steering wheel before placing the car in drive. Wanda's eyes fell to the tags on the chain.

Wanda thought back to the moments before she drove here to Carols. She felt awful about her actions. She felt terrible at the thought of Natasha having another nightmare.

Worse than that, she now knew that Natasha wore the dog tags of someone close to her—Yelena.

"Natasha?"

"Yes?" Natasha asked as she turned out of the neighborhood.

"Can I ask you a question? Just one?"

Wanda was careful.

Natasha quickly looked over before focusing back on the road. "Sure." Wanda swallowed and took a second to ask her question. "Feel free not to answer this. But..." Wanda turned her head to Natasha. "Could I ask who is Yelena?"

Wanda watched Natasha become more rigid, and it ached to see. Natasha swallowed and glanced at Wanda's gentle stare.

"She was my sister."

Was.

Wanda caught it and thought back to last night. She wanted to tell Natasha that even though she didn't know the context at the time, her words still remained faithful. Or that she would love to know more about her. Or anything else that might've sounded like a great thing to say.

But instead, Wanda was honest and kept her promise only to ask one question. So all she said was: "Okay."

And "Okay." was more than enough for Natasha. She looked over at Wanda as the younger of the two looked away, and Natasha smiled through the hurt.

Okay was perfect.

It was a new day, and Wanda and Natasha were okay.

dividers by @/benkeibear

[thatsolacegirl]

Chapters: 1/8 Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Loki Characters: Darcy Lewis, Loki (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius, Jane Foster (Marvel), Thor (Marvel) Additional Tags: Cop Darcy, Druglord Loki?, Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Mob, Mob-Cop Dynamics, Romance Series: Part 1 of daisies in her hair Summary:

"Laufeyson's a master manipulator Darcy, be careful how you tread."

Darcy Lewis is an overworked cop who's given the case of Loki Laufeyson, a suspected drug lord. With a (probable) promise of a vacation, she accepts albeit hesitatingly. Too bad that fate is a bitch and her case is her soulmate.

[the-widow-sisters]

Hiyya! Could you write“Stop staring at me" with Yelena and Darcy, please?

A/N: Thank you so much for the request!!! This one was a little short, but hopefully still good! 🥰🥰🥰 I'm not sure when the last time it was that I wrote some one-on-one content with Darcy and Yelena, so hopefully I'm not totally rusty.

Hope you enjoy! 😊

Word Count: 1.2k+

   “Stop staring at me,” Yelena grumbled, shooting Darcy a sideways glare.

   “What?” Darcy furrowed her brow as she asked the question, shaken from her thoughts as she more fully focused her gaze on Yelena. Yelena pointed at her briefly before returning her hand to the controller for the gaming console she was currently on.

   “Stop staring.”

   “What are you talking about?” Darcy tried to play dumb.

   “You. Are staring. At me,” Yelena told her, slowing it down as she tried to tell Darcy exactly what she meant. Darcy scoffed, shaking her head as she continued to at least attempt to deny Yelena’s accusations despite the truth in them.

   “No, I’m not!” Darcy defended.

   “I can feel all four of your eyes like they’re crawling on my skin or something,” Yelena hunched her shoulders, shivering a little for emphasis.

   “Look, I was in thought, and you happened to be where my eyes landed.”

   The truth was that Yelena’s birthday was coming up and Darcy was trying to think of something to buy for her. Her thoughts, since they had been Yelena-centric, had naturally led to her staring at Yelena as she lost herself in thought.

   Obviously, Yelena had not been appreciative of the attention.

   “Yeah, well, keep your eyes in yourself. I know I am hot and all the good things and you probably wish you looked as good as me, but stop looking,” Yelena informed her plainly, and Darcy narrowed her eyes at her.

   “You’re deflecting because you’re uncomfortable with the attention you’re getting. You don’t know how to react to it, so you resort to sarcasm to avoid your feelings of awkwardness and self-doubt,”

   Yelena paused her game, stopping as she looked at Darcy with a threat in her eyes.

   “Don’t start that psycho stuff with me. I am tired of it. You were being good, and now you’re back to doing it again,” Yelena warned, and Darcy just largely ignored her.

   “First, you stare like a weirdo, and now you are analyzing me. Ugh,” Yelena grumbled, moving to grab her phone as she checked it.

   Darcy took in a soft breath, debating what she was about to say. She knew she needed to get an idea of what to get for Yelena, and she figured that the best way to figure out what Yelena might want would be to ask her. At least in a manner of speaking.

   Darcy looked down at her lap before looking back up at Yelena and setting her plan into motion.

   “Okay… So I’ve got a friend that’s got a birthday coming up, and—”

   “Kate Bishop’s birthday isn’t any time soon,” Yelena pointed out, her brow furrowed. Honestly, Darcy was impressed that Yelena kept such good track of Kate’s birthday.

   “I wasn’t talking about Kate,” Darcy replied, starting to continue speaking before Yelena interjected once more.

   “You have other friends besides Kate Bishop?” Yelena raised an eyebrow, just the barest smirk at the corners of her lips, and Darcy squinted at her, setting her jaw a little.

   “Look, you know what—”

   “Keep going, keep going. Your panties are getting wound up.”

   Darcy just stared at her blankly for a moment before shaking her head tiredly.

   “I’m not even going to ask about that. But listen, an old friend from grad school is having a birthday, and I was wondering what you thought would be a good idea to get for her.”

   “Bah. You’re asking the wrong person for that kind of advice,” Yelena dismissed, and Darcy sighed with a nod.

   “Yeah, maybe so, but you’re here and convenient, so deal with it.”

   “Can’t you ask Kate Bishop? Or Natasha?” Yelena grumbled, the sound almost a whine. Darcy scoffed, deciding that she would pull out a bit of reverse psychology from her plethora of tricks.

   “Yeah, you’re right. You probably don’t know anything about this, and probably wouldn’t do nearly as well with it as Kate or Natasha would,” Darcy casually pointed out, lifting her phone as if she were going to text as she watched Yelena from her peripheral vision.

   Yelena let out an indignant scoff, a moment of silence following her noise before she spoke up with evident offense in her tone.

   “Well, what does your friend like to do?” Yelena asked, a petulance within her words that almost made Darcy laugh.

   Darcy held back her smirk as she looked up at Yelena, pleased that her trick had worked on the blonde. Yelena was watching her intently and Darcy could see the challenge in her gaze.

   “I don’t know. She likes video games and food, and she’s really just kind of a hard person to buy for.”

   “She does not sound that hard to buy for. If she likes video games, why don’t you get her that new car racing game?” Yelena suggested as if it were obvious.

   “What’s that called?” Darcy asked, looking at Yelena as she drew her knees up so that Yelena could not see the phone propped on her legs where she was ready to type Yelena’s gift suggestions.

   “It’s Adrenaline Rush 4,” Yelena told her, and Darcy nodded to her, typing it quickly as she tried to mostly keep her attentions on Yelena rather than her phone so that she could avoid rousing suspicions.

   “Okay. I’ll keep that in mind when I’m buying for her,” Darcy nodded, and Yelena shrugged, looking rather proud of herself as she sat back into the couch more fully.

   “Yeah. If you need any more advice from the expert, you just let me know,” Yelena smirked confidently, reaching down as she grasped the controller in her hands.

   “Actually—”

   “I didn’t really mean it,” Yelena shook her head swiftly, looking at Darcy unhappily.

   “Yeah, I didn’t figure you did, but I’m taking you up on it anyway. Look, she also likes visiting army surplus stores, so do you have any good suggestions with that? I know you go to them, too,” Darcy acknowledged, and Yelena grumbled some dismissive noise.

   “Leave my army surplus alone. But if you want to go with that, then one thing you can never go wrong with is a vest. Especially the ones that are lined with that really soft material. Those are perfect,” Yelena gushed a little over the vests, her eyes having just a bit of a sparkle at the mere discussion of vests.

   However, after just a moment, a thought seemed to occur to her.

   “Wait… What was your friend doing in grad school? She sounds really cool, and not at all like someone you would hang out with,” Yelena chuckled just after the insult, looking at Darcy curiously.

   Darcy offered a tight-lipped smile, shrugging.

   “Yeah… We have a strange relationship, but somehow we’re still friends despite all our differences,” Darcy explained.

   It was the truth. Yelena and her were weird, but she still felt like they were friends even though things were weird. Darcy scooted up toward the edge of the couch, tapping her fingers on the cushions as she tried to think of a way to escape so she could go and look for these things Yelena suggested to her.

   “Welp, I’ve got to go to the bathroom, so… See you later,” Darcy smiled awkwardly, getting up quickly as she started to head out.

   “Be careful, you are starting to take up Kate Bishop’s ways,” Yelena warned as she left, and Darcy offered her a very obviously fake laugh.

   “Ha, ha.”

   Well, at least now she had some ideas.