#TaserWings

[superheroesofbothuniverses]

Christmas Baby headcanons

Fluff alert!

Shieldshock: After trying for several years and seeing lots of doctors, Darcy’s Christmas gift to Steve is a tiny onesie with the shield on it and a Number One Dad mug. There’s lots of tears and happy hugs. Steve waits on her hand and foot while she’s dealing with morning sickness. The baby comes out looking like a Steve copy/paste and Darcy doesn’t know whether to be annoyed or completely delighted.

“I did the hard work, but he’s all you!” she protests weakly.

“It’ll even out as he grows,” Steve assures her, staring in awe at the tiny little face. “But I’m pretty sure he’s got your hair. So thick.”

She smiles down at her son and kisses his tiny fuzzy head. “The heartburn was worth it.”

Wintershock: Their baby arrives on Christmas day, postponing the holiday celebrations. Bucky can hardly speak, he’s so overwhelmed and absolutely adores their tiny baby, loving the way the tiny hand grips his finger. Darcy is head over heels for both her boys and loves how her son’s little pouty expression looks like Bucky’s.

Taserbones: Brock races to get back home in time for the baby’s arrival and arrives just in time for Darcy to let forth a string of curse words, due to a very intense contraction. He’s strangely relieved, because that means she’s doing okay, despite the invectives she hurls at him. Darcy is very thankful Brock made it back in time and positively melts at the sight of him holding their daughter for the first time.

TaserTorch: The twins require Darcy to have a C section and Johnny is cutely apologetic, but also in love and overwhelmed. He manages to not faint though.

“You and your super sperm,” Darcy grumbles in recovery. “Can never do anything halfway, can you?”

Johnny smirks for a second and leans over to kiss her sweaty forehead.

“When it comes to you, babe, never. I love that they got your beautiful eyes.”

“Let’s hope they got my common sense as well,” she sighs. “Much as I love you.”

She’d never seen the Human Torch cry before, but that changes the moment one of the babies is placed in his arms.

TaserWings: Darcy passes out at Sarah and Bucky’s Christmas party. She insists she’s okay, but Sam insists on getting her checked out. When she returns to the anxiously waiting Sam, she has a very dazed look on her face.

“What did they say?” he asks, jumping up to take her hands.

Darcy takes a deep breath.

“Well, you know how we thought we were super careful when I had to be off the pill?”

Sam nods and then freezes. “You mean…….”

She starts to chuckle slightly hysterically.

“My egg really said “carpe diem!” I’m so pregnant.”

She buries her face in Sam’s chest and for a second he can’t tell whether she’s shaking from laughter or tears. Then she lifts her face back to his.

“Guess we're in for an adventure, now, honey.”

Dousy: Daisy plops her pregnant self onto Daniel’s lap one day and wraps her arms around his neck, instantly distracting him from the book he’s reading.

“Hey, honey,” he grins. “Is baby Quake behaving?”

“She’s kicking a bit, actually,” Daisy says. “It’s such a funky feeling: a whole other life inside of me, just flailing away.”

Daniel gently places his hand on her tummy and grind giddily at the tiny kicks he briefly feels.

“Incredible. Such a miracle,” he murmurs. “Gonna be the best Christmas present ever.”

SarahBucky: A total surprise baby! Sarah is flabbergasted and Bucky is stunned and thrilled. AJ and Cass are a little unsure, but when baby girl Barnes arrives on Christmas Eve, they’re instantly in love. Protective Uncle Sam is PROTECTIVE. Dad! Bucky levels up. He’s very good about helping with the nitty gritty of childcare. During one late night feeding, he opens up to Sarah with memories of his younger sisters.

[janeykath318]

TaserWings Sci-Fi AU, only one bed trope.

“Well, this is an interesting dilemma, Captain. Who screwed up the bunking assignments this badly?”

Sam sighed and dropped his duffle on the floor.

“I don’t know, but when I find out, they’re busted down to ensign and put on gamma shift,” he sighed.

“It’s not THAT bad rooming with me,” Darcy playfully retorted. “I’ll have you know that I’m a very good roommate. I don’t snore, I don’t drool, and I don’t hog the blankets.”

“What if I do and I’m just too embarrassed to have you discover it?” he responded, trying hard not to stare at her. Darcy was a civilian scientist aboard the Falcon who was attending a major conference on New Vulcan and apparently, someone on board the ship had failed to request the right amount of rooms.

“I’ve never seen you embarrassed about anything!” she exclaimed, placing her own bag beside the opposite side of the bed. “I promise I won’t tell if you’re a drooler.”

She winked at him saucily and Sam chuckled. This was going to be an interesting night.

As it turned out, Sam’s embarrassing habit was he was a serial cuddler. Darcy woke up to find him wrapped around her like an octopus: a nice, warm, handsome octopus.

“I might just have to finally ask him out,” she thought. “I’m a civilian, so he can’t object on regulations grounds. He seemed to be into me last shore leave. Cuddly is a bonus.”

[michelle-manips]

Darcy Lewis/Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes/Zemo Graphic

[pasmonblog]

Homing Pigeon

With Jane Foster off-world, Sam Wilson was in desperate need of her expert opinion on a case, but Darcy Lewis keeps dodging, well, everything. Calls, texts, emails— he’d even considered homing pigeon. Still, nothing.

On a tight deadline (and stubborn as all hell), Sam decides to head her off. 

In person.

Rating: T Prompt: Meeting at the airport Tags: Timeline what timeline, Post-Winter Soldier, Meet-cute, Pre-relationship, Banter, Fluff, Flirting, Swearing Relationship: Darcy Lewis/Sam Wilson Word Count: 2,411

Link: Read It Here

[iamartemisday]

No bingos, but lots of fics! @mcurarepairsbingo

Title: Truth or Dare Square Filled: G4- Candles Pairing(s): Clint/Darcy, Bucky/Jane, Natasha/Maria Rating: T Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26325712

Title: The Visitor Square Filled: I4- Canon Divergence Pairing(s): Loki/Jane Rating: T Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26170174

Title: Toasted Square Filled: O3- Falcon/Sam Wilson Pairing(s): Sam/Darcy Rating: T Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25470247

Title: Matchmaker, Matchmaker Square Filled: N2- Matchmaker Pairing(s): Loki/Jane Rating: T Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25205485

Title: Auctioned Square Filled: B5- Loki Pairing(s): Loki/Jane/Bucky Rating: T Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24466840

Title: Nightclub Square Filled: I5- Undercover Pairing(s): Bucky/Jane Rating: T Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24358876

Title: Don’t Forget to Write Square Filled: N1- Fluff Pairing(s): Bucky/Jane Rating: T Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23857705

[betheflame]

Darcyland Drabble Race Round 2

For Team Stark R&D: Prompt “You Never Said There Would Be Dragons”

“JESUS FUCK, ANTHONY,” Darcy screamed as another rain of fire tore through the battlefield. “YOU NEVER SAID THERE WOULD BE DRAGONS!”

“Well, dearest darlingist sister of mine, I didn’t know we’d be time traveling to fictional lands, did I now?” Tony snarked back as his repulser blasted a small creature with a whole lot of teeth. 

“But you invented the fucking thing,” she yelled back. 

“Discovered it!”

“We just said the same thing!”

“I swear to Christ only the Stark siblings would argue semantics while we’re dodging dragons,” Bucky yelled. 

“We do have a brand,” Tony confirmed. 

____

“So we’re going to a zoo,” Darcy confirmed. 

“Umhm,” Sam said. 

“What does a zoo on Palsenezane have that ones on Earth don’t?”

“Well, that is for me to know and you to find out,” Sam grinned and kissed her quickly as they walked towards the gate. 

“Are you 12?” 

“I think last night tells you different,” he said, dropping his voice and pulling her closer. 

“Gross, Samuel,” she laughed. 

They wandered through the exhibits and saw some a terrain for flerkens (“Ah, so that’s where they’re from. Carol never said!”) and mosderps and otterguins. But around the last corner, that’s where Sam knew Darcy would lose her mind. 

“Sam!” she squealed. “You never said there would be dragons!” 

“I make your dreams come true, baby.” 

“You really, really do.”

_____

“I swear to Jesus Christ and all his saints that I will never trust you again,” Darcy snarled at her boyfriends. 

“Umhm,” Bucky ignored her, per usual. 

“I feel really frightened,” Steve responded. “Don’t you, Buck?” 

“I generally feel threatened by Darcy when she’s wearing a dress covered in reptiles,” Bucky responded, flipping through channels on the television. 

Darcy stomped her foot and started cursing and both men grinned. This was about blow over in 3, 2…

“Morgan wants me to wear this, doesn’t she,” Darcy sighed. “You just didn’t tell me there would be dragons.” 

“Aw, baby, you look beautiful in scales.” 

____

[nixie-deangel]

For the @star-spangled-bingo​. Snow White AU. 

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Darcy Lewis. Square: Fairytale AU. Warnings: No Warnings Apply. Drabble: 

“What do you want to do now?”

It’s a simple question, Darcy muses as she stares and takes in the trees and greenery, as she listens to the birds chirp and the sounds of animals running about freely in the forest before and around her. But she doesn’t answer right away, takes her time to mull over her answer. 

“I don’t know,” she answers finally, voice soft and laced with wonder as she turns to smile bright and wide up at Sam. “I have no idea what to do now that she’s finally gone from my life. I never thought I’d make it to a time where she wasn’t hounding my every thought” 

“Well,” Sam nods slowly, lips stretching to a warm smile and offers her his outstretched hand. “Would you like to figure it out together?”

Face brightening as she breaks out into an even bigger smile, Darcy moves to lace their fingers together, stepping close to lean into him as she answers without an ounce of uncertainty or hesitation, “I would love for nothing more.”

[awww-brain-no]

The sliver of light through the open doorway was what woke Darcy up. But she wished it wasn’t when she noticed that Sam wasn’t beside her, just the blankets and pillows strewn everywhere as if he’d waged war in his sleep—and in some ways, he had. She wished she’d noticed, that she’d woken earlier, because clearly his nightmares had woken him. 

Her heart weighed heavy as she climbed out of bed, quietly opening the door to shuffle into the living room. Sam sat cross-legged in the middle of the room, hands on knees, huge headphones in place, a single lamp on. He’d told her once why he did it, how he was purposely putting himself away from the wall so he could tell himself he didn’t need to watch his back. That he wasn’t still in whatever war zone, whatever fight, whatever hellhole. That he just needed to calm down and get his bearings and the sounds and smells and terror would all go away...eventually.

His breathing was even and purposely slow, but she could still see a sheen of sweat on his brow. It was definitely a rough one. 

Turning on another lamp so he’d know she was there, she grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch, wrapped it around her shoulders, and sat behind Sam, scooching closer until she could wrap her arms and legs around him as she pressed herself to his back. 

His hands came to rest on her knees and she felt him take a deep breath, hold it, and then let it out as his fingers squeezed and then loosened his hold on her.

“Riley?” she asked loud enough he’d hear her over the music.

He shook his head and took another deep breath, fingers tightening and releasing again before he answered. “Rhodey.”

There was nothing more to say, so she rested her cheek against his shoulder blade as she squeezed him closer. He might tell himself he didn’t need to watch his back anymore, but she would always be there to do it just in case. 

[leftennant]

Wear it if you want to....

The sound of throat clearing alerted Darcy to Loki’s presence in her room on Asgard.  She turned, just in time to see his frown as she was reaching behind her to finish zipping her dress.

“What?” she asked.  

“Is that what you’ve chosen to wear for the banquet?”  He flicked a nonexistent piece of lint off one of his ridiculous shoulder epaulets.

“Um...yes…?  Why?  What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing. Nothing,” he murmured, now finding a piece of lint that didn’t actually exist on his sleeve.

“You’re sitting on a throne of lies right now, you know that, right?” she asked.  “Seriously.  What’s the issue?”

“Well.  It’s just that I heard Fandral will be in attendance, and that is his favorite color…”

He didn’t need to say another word.  Darcy immediately let the dress fall to the ground and held her hand out for the one Loki magicked up even before her original choice hit the rug.  

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“No no, it’s cool.  Really.  Wear it if you want to…”  Darcy bit her lip, trying to stay neutral as she looked at the giant wings Sam had embroidered on the back of his dinner jacket.  “It’s um...very…”

“Sophisticated?  Classy?  Fashion forward?” he asked, crooking one eyebrow at her.

“Um.”

“Sexy?  As in your man is so sexy he can pull off two foot wide embroidered wings on a tuxedo jacket and look boss as hell while doing it?”

She grinned, taking in the wings, his brilliant smile, and took his hand.  “You know what?  Yes.  Yes you can.  Now let’s blow this pop stand.  There’s a shrimp cocktail that I need to befriend at the party. Stat.”

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“Don’t start.”  Steve was talking out of the side of his mouth.  Darcy could hear it even through the thin fabric of the tentish structure.  Steve talking out of the side of his mouth meant only one thing.  Darcy needed to not laugh no matter what kind of headdress the local aliens had decided their new ‘god’ needed to wear.

Oh if only his pecs weren’t so big, then they’d never be in this mess.  Probably.  Darcy wasn’t sure. The local alien population had taken one look at Steve’s muscles (at least she thought it was his muscles - you never knew with alien cultures) and had decided he was a god.  Intergalactic politics were all very complicated and weird, and holy shit Steve just came out of the tent and Darcy was going to lose her shit completely.  The headdress was worse than she had imagined. It was tall, and red, and had a truly epic amount of what looked like feathers sticking out of the top.  They were not red, more a violent chartreuse.  And electric purple.

“That’s um….” she attempted to say before coughing wildly in an attempt to hide her giggles.

“No, no. It’s fine.  Laugh it up, Chuckles.  Just wait until you see what they’ve got in here for you.”

“No.  No no.  I’m going to stay right here, in my own jeans, not with a bird on my head so, yeah.”

Steve glanced from her to the weapons in the hands of the alien faction.  “Yeah, sure.  Wear it if you want to, Darce.  No chance of death or dismemberment if you insult them.”

She followed his line of sight for a second before sighing.  “Fine.  Bird hat it is.”

[superheroesofbothuniverses]

December 26 Holiday Prompt Fic: TaserWings

Prompts: TaserWings, walking in a winter wonderland, presents

“Too much winter wonderland!” Darcy panted, struggling through the deep snow carrying stacks of presents. She and Sam had rented a cozy chalet for Christmas with Sarah and Bucky and it had a breathtaking view and great amenities. The drawback was mostly that Darcy, being of short stature, struggled getting through the snow, which unfortunately had drifted a lot.

“Follow my trail,” Sam instructed. “I’ll play human snowplow. Man, this stuff is deep. Bucky texted they’re getting close and then I’ll put him to work shoveling.”

“I’m sure he’ll love that,” Darcy laughed, breath rising up in a puff of steam. “Aww, that’s so much better,” she added. “My short legs were not made for this. Thanks, babe.”

Sam reached the porch, unlocked the door, and took the presents from Darcy, ushering her inside.

“It’s beautiful!” She proclaimed, admiring the lavish Christmas decorations. “So nice to not have to do all that work, for once.”

“Amen to that,” Sam agreed.

As they unpacked and got settled, Darcy snooped around the little mound of presents piled underneath the tree.

“Hey, hey, now,” Sam warned, coming up behind her as she was caressing a beautifully wrapped box. “No peeking, or Santa won’t come.”

“Ugh. But I can’t wait!” Darcy sighed dramatically. “I’ve been a good girl this year. Isn’t there just one little present I can open to ride me over?”

Sam pretended to ponder this, then suddenly pursed his lips and nodded, with a mysterious smile.

“I might have just the thing. I’ll be right back.”

He disappeared into one of the bedrooms and emerged with a small wrapped box.

“I was going to wait a little longer, but I think right now is just fine.”

“They say the best things come in small packages.” Darcy said, gently tearing the paper off.

She let out a gasp as she opened up the box to reveal a stunning diamond ring.

“Sam! OMG!”

He was kneeling in front of her, grinning enticingly.

“Will you marry me, Dr. Darcy Lewis?”

“With pleasure, Samuel Wilson!” she answered enthusiastically before flinging herself into his arms. “Now that’s what I call a Christmas present!”

[janeykath318]

TaserWings

Fall words: candy corn, festival

“You like Candy corn? That’s it, we’re done!”

Sam dramatically proclaimed, wrinkling his nose as Darcy shoved a handful of the colorful kernels in her mouth.

“You don’t like candy corn? You heathen!” She gasped when she could speak again. “It’s so cute and sweet, like me!”

She smiled innocently at him and Sam shook his head.

“It’s not even in the same galaxy as you.” he demurred, grabbing her free hand as they strolled along the aisles of booths at the harvest festival. It was a perfect fall day and they were relishing the opportunity to relax together and get a break from their taxing jobs. Sam had specifically told Bucky to not call him unless Thanos was resurrected or another world ending emergency came up. Bucky had laughed and told him to go have fun.

“So, is this irreconcilable differences, then?” Darcy teased, squeezing his hand.

“Not quite, but if I catch you with Necco wafers, it’s curtains,” Sam playfully promised.

Darcy made a face and shuddered.

“No worries about that. Those things are vile.”

[ishipitpod]

Wrapping up her 31st trip around the sun, Emily finds herself awash in blessings and gifts from the universe in the form of new Taylor Swift music, one less corrupt billionaire in the world, and best of all: the return of her favorite character to the MCU. That's right, Shipper City. Darcy Lewis Rides Again and will be back in Disney+'s show, WandaVision. Better make room in the budget, Jer. 

--Fics-- 

--Wintershock- My Two Front Teef by @chrissihr  

--Taserbones - Testing 1...2...3 by Pumpkindoodles --Taserhawk - The Space Between Feathers by thegirlgrey --Widowshock - because I love you baby that’s no lie by TardisIsTheOnlyWaytoTravel --Strangeshock - Understudy by @snailsarecute --Taserwings - Taserwings Fic by @dresupi --Scarletshock - Evening Lily by Cup_aTea

[michelle-manips]

Darcy Lewis/Sam Wilson Graphic

[pasmonblog]

The Good Fight

Running on more drinks than hours of sleep, Darcy couldn’t quite remember how she’d framed the story to Sam— like the story about the fish that got away, it seemed to change slightly on retellings — but she ended it the same way she always did.

An ode to her lost iPod.

“No, no, no—” Darcy slurred, nearly spilling the drink she had in her hand as she mimed along to the words. “You don’t understand. They don’t even make the iPod Classic anymore. Thousands of songs, just, poof!”

---

Darcy Lewis gets hammered (no, not Mjolnir-related) at an Avengers Tower party. Moral of the story: loose lips tell a lot of embarrassing tales.

Rating: T

Relationships: Sam Wilson/Darcy Lewis

​Prompts: @darcylewisbingo A5 - Stolen iPod (my last bingo square!), @marvelfluffbingo​ in vino veritas

Tags: Post-AoU, canon divergent, flirting, drunk Darcy, Avengers Tower party

Word Count: 2,474

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29740548

[ragwitch]

For the Halloween prompt thingy, how about Falconshock and 5? :)

FALCONSHOCK TASERWINGS YAYAYAY. More Sam, basically!

5. ‘I will trade you all fruity and sour candies in exchange for your kitkats.’‘That’s a criminal trade and you know it. KitKats are like the solid gold bars of Halloween candy.’

Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Sam Wilson

Rating: G

Darcy walked into the common room to find two hordes of halloween candy spread across the dining table, carefully separated down the center.

Tony sat on one end sucking on a tootsie pop, feet propped up on the arm of another chair. He pointed the tootsie pop down the length of the table at Sam Wilson, and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

“I will trade you all my fruity and sour candies in exchange for your KitKats,” Tony bargained.

Sam’s lips twisted as he looked down at his collection. Darcy could spot at least ten KitKats from where she stood.

“That’s a criminal trade and you know it,” Darcy said, walking up to the table and sitting down at a chair. Wilson needed a negotiator, clearly. New guy. “KitKats are like the solid gold bars of Halloween candy.”

“Lewis, I don’t pay you for this,” Tony snapped.

“You don’t pay me on Sundays, period,” Darcy answered and then looked back at Sam.

“What if I’m not a fan of chocolate?” Sam asked.

“You’re insane,” Darcy said shrugging. “But still, what Tony has isn’t worth more than four KitKats. Save the rest and fleece Clint next. He hates sour stuff, he’ll probably beg you to take it. And Thor loves peanut butter so you can get all his starbursts and jolly ranchers for a few Reese’s cups.”

“You are ruining this holiday for me,” Tony muttered from the end of the table.

Sam studied Darcy for a long moment, a slow-growing smile spreading across his lips that made her want to squirm in her seat. He turned back to Tony.

“I’ll give you five cause I’m a nice guy,” Sam said. “But I’m not bargaining past that.”

Tony snarled, glaring at Darcy and then leaned forward, feet thumping to the floor, to separate his stash, pushing all of Sam’s winnings petulantly across the table. Sam stacked his five KitKats like poker chips and left them where Tony could reach, before settling back into his chair looking like a king surveying his stash of gold.

“You’re on my shit list, Lewis,” Tony muttered, taking his shrunken pillow case of candy out of the room with him.

Darcy stayed where she was and smiled at Sam.

“So,” he said after Tony had stomped off down the hall. “You kind of threw yourself under the bus for me.”

“Nah, Tony’s easy,” Darcy said with a wave of her hand and Sam’s eye brows raised.

“Well…I don’t see any candy with you, so I’m kind of wondering what you’re planning on trading,” he said.

“Oh I don’t do this,” Darcy said, waving her finger over the table to indicate the exchange. “I just clean out all the local convenience stores when the candy goes on sale the next day.”

He frowned. “That’s not very sporting.”

“No but it means I have a long term supply of candy to bribe my scientists with,” Darcy said. Sam laughed and she continued. “However…I see that you’ve found yourself in possession of Sixlets. These are especially valuable in dealing with a persnickety astrophysicist and extremely hard to find.” She swept her hair over one shoulder and watched Sam’s eyes flick down to her neck for an extended beat. Good. She continued, “Now. I didn’t get any fruits or sours this year because they don’t come in handy for me so I’m not sure what I can offer as a trade.”

Sam grinned and looked out over the table and then back to Darcy, “I think I’m all set on candy. But I’m a sympathetic dude. How about dinner? We can throw in dessert if you’re having a nice time.”

Darcy grinned and felt her cheeks warm at the lazy smile on Sam’s face. “I’m already having a nice time,” she said.

[iamartemisday]

Darcy wages war against her greatest foe yet.

Written for: 

@mcurarepairsbingo Square O3: Falcon/Sam Wilson @darcylewisbingo Square D1: Pop-tarts