#darcy lewis is worthy

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If (S)he Be Worthy (Part 2)

A/N: Part 1 posted here 

Darcy groaned as she came to her head was killing her and by the way her nostrils burned she could tell she was in a hospital (antiseptic makes the worst air freshener). Her whole body hurt, why did she feel like she had just gotten hit by a truck? Oh yeah, jackbooted thugs. She bolted upright remembering what the thugs had said “find her”. She yanked her IV out and was working on the numerous sticky leads on her chest and abdomen. That’s when she noticed the man standing in the corner of the room, watching silently with one eyebrow ticked up in curiosity. Darcy froze then, squinting at the figure. It was hard to see without her glasses but he seemed familiar, then it clicked, she would remember those muscular arms anywhere. 

“Holy crap you’re Hawkeye!” She blurted, her panic replaced with awe. “Ugh I wish I had my glasses so I could ogle you properly.” Darcy frowned then, she had not meant to say that last part out loud, damn pain medications. The archer stayed silent crossing his arms, which he most certainly had not flexed, that had to be Darcy’s crazy medicated brain. She swallowed hard, she would not drool over a blurry Hawkeye, she would not! 

“Fuck, Jane! I gotta get to Jane!” She started to climb out of bed remembering what the armed men had said. 

He was on her then, grabbing hold of her shoulders and nudging her back into the hospital bed. She pushed back, admittedly she was pretty weak at the moment and she ignored the pain that jolted up her left arm. “No you don’t get it, they wanted her not me! They’re gonna go after her!” 

Hawkeye pushed on her shoulders again and held, effectively holding her down. She tried to ignore how his hands made her feel, the weight was nice, calming. She blinked hard, coming back to the present where apparently he was talking to her. 

“Thor is taking care of Jane, he’s taking her to an undisclosed location where she will be safe and the rest of the team is handling the Hydra operatives that invaded the lab.” 

Darcy let out a relieved sigh. She knew Thor would take care of Jane no matter what. She visibly deflated, the adrenaline leaving her body, leaving her with a throbbing ache all over her body. Her head was pounding. She groaned the shrill noise of the monitor’s that she had unplugged herself from was not helping her head.

Hawkeye began to silence the machines, the noise dimming. That’s when she noticed it, the flatline’s steady beep. She could’ve died, she almost died. Mew Mew had saved her, saved her from dying. Darcy couldn’t breathe, she was shaking, her vision going dark, the panic closing in. She felt those strong hands on her cheeks then, heard the soft murmur of someone speaking, saying calming things. She fought the darkness, focusing on the voice. 

“It’s okay Darcy, just try to follow my breathing. In and out, in and out…” 

She tried to do as the voice instructed, her breathing was shaky. Slowly but surely, with the archer’s help she regulated her breathing. 

“That’s it Darcy, nice and slow, you’re safe.”

Her tunnel vision faded and she focused her eyes on the man before her. His face was so close to hers that even without her glasses she could discern his features clearly. His skin was tanned, he had blonde stubble on his face, like he hadn’t shaved in a few days. How long had he been here? How long had she been out? His eyes were blue, his nose had clearly been broken numerous times, its shaft not completely straight. It only made him more handsome, Darcy thought, she wanted to boop it. The thought of booping an Avenger made her laugh internally.

“You with me sweetheart?” Hawkeye asked drawing her from her thoughts. 

She tried to smile reassuringly, stopping suddenly when she felt a cut on her cheekbone stretch painfully. She nodded silently, not trusting her brain to mouth filter to work correctly. His hands left her face then and he pressed the call button next to her bed. The nurse entered the room promptly, frowning at Darcy and Hawkeye disapprovingly. 

“You just stood there and let her rip out her IV?” She muttered as the started to place the sticky leads back to Darcy’s chest. The archer turned his head, giving her a modicum of privacy as the nurse pulled her gown down attaching the remaining leads to her abdomen. 

“I don’t think anyone has ever let her do anything in her life.” He replied barely loud enough for Darcy to hear. She smirked at the man, ignoring the pain as the nurse inserted her IV again. As soon as the needle was reinserted she felt the pain medication start it’s magic. She sighed and laid back into bed, watching as the nurse frowned at Hawkeye again before leaving. 

Her eyes began to droop, her lids becoming heavy and brain becoming foggy. She didn’t want to go back to sleep, she wanted to know how Jane was, to know what happened. She wanted to see Thor, she had so many questions. She must have voiced her thoughts because the Avenger standing in the corner spoke up then. 

“Thor said he would come visit you as soon as he returned. Said no one was to speak with you about the incident until then, whatever that means.” He muttered the last part of the sentence to himself but Darcy still heard him. 

“Oh you don’t know?” She asked a loopy grin on her face

The archer quirked his eyebrow questioningly. She was starting to become attached to that eyebrow, it was so cute. 

She yawned “I’m a princess.” 

And with that she fell asleep, missing the incredulous look on the archer’s face. 

[magicalmystery-muses]

Tag List Pt4: Test Muses

[bishopsbeloved]

the art of falling in love (part two)

natasha romanoff x fem reader (high school au)

best friend!yelena belova, aroace!yelena belova, internalised homophobia, found family trope, coming of age, angst, fluff (eventual happy ending)

part one | part two (7.3k words) | part three | part four | part five | epilogue

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A good few months have passed, now, since that night in the laundry closet. The harsh Ohio winter begins to melt away to a much more gentle spring, and as the world around you blossoms, so do the relations between you and Natasha.

They remain secret, of course. The novelty of sneaking around has not yet worn off, and so for now whatever is blooming between the two of you remains concealed in a cloak of deceit. You can’t help but feel a little guilty for lying to Yelena, your best friend in the entire world, but the blonde doesn’t seem to notice anything amiss. Whenever Nat can tell it’s bugging you, she does her best to calm you down, pressing kisses to the places that she knows will make you forget everything except her. Pretending in front of others is hard, acting as though everything’s the same as it was before and as though the absolute love of your life doesn’t send you good morning and goodnight texts, but it’s made absolutely worth it by the attention she does give you when you’re alone.

It’s nearly four months in, now, and you’re still struggling to believe she’s choosing to do things with you. You — her gangly little sister’s scrawny best friend. There’s no doubt in the fact that she could have anyone at your school, senior or otherwise, and the fact that she has chosen you over everyone else in the world quite often makes your head spin, and you have to drop what you’re doing and go and touch her just to remind yourself that this is reality. You’ve wanted this for so long, since you were able to understand what loving someone in this capacity means, and her reciprocation is quite literally incomprehensible to you.

Well… maybe reciprocation is a slight leap. Even though she’s the one who kissed you first, who instigated this whole relationship, she becomes a little flighty whenever you bring up anything more serious — taking her out on a date, or talking about what will happen between the two of you after she graduates. It stings a little (a lot) to think that you might just be a secret for her, someone she would be embarrassed to be seen in public with. That’s been your number one fear since the moment you were sentient enough to comprehend your feelings for her; the crippling fear that you’re not good enough for her. Her, the perfect popular cheerleader and you, who’s decidedly not that. Every moment that you remain a secret is like a constant reminder that those fears are true. The fact that this might be true and that she is ashamed of her relations with you is something you’ve trained yourself to not think about because you start to get all twitchy if you do.

So that’s how it stays. You try to shut off your mind and keep sneaking around with Natasha, trying not to think of the future or of the day that she will inevitably toss you away like a toy she’s no longer interested in, and trying to enjoy the fact that she sees you as worthy enough of any attention at all.

Right now, it’s the last day of school before spring break — and to celebrate, the Starks are throwing a party tonight at their McMansion. It’s all anyone has been talking about since Tony stood up on a lunch table in the cafeteria and announced it himself last week. You were there for the announcement, sat at your usual table tucked away in the corner with your group of friends. It’s a small posse, but you’re very close-knit; consisting only of Darcy Lewis, Wanda Maximoff, Makkari Eternal, Yelena Belova (of course), and you by extension (you’re often teased by the others that you’re attached at the hip, and it’s true, in many ways). As soon as Tony stepped down from his makeshift podium, the whole cafeteria erupted into noise, and Darcy began to excitedly plan who she would ask to go with her.

Your stomach turned involuntarily at the thought of pretending that you’re available, and tolerating your friends’ (mostly Darcy’s) matchmaking attempts for the millionth time. Before you could even stop yourself, you found your gaze wandering to Natasha on the other side of the cafeteria, where she sat with her own (decidedly larger) group of friends. To your surprise you found her already looking at you wistfully. The two of you shared eye contact for a moment, something oddly intimate for such a public setting. At least you could take some form of comfort in the fact that you weren’t the only one in this relationship uncomfortable in pretending you aren’t accounted for.

“Earth to Y/N,” Darcy hums loudly, and you blink as she snaps her fingers in front of your face. “Welcome back, space cadet. We’re talking about —”

“The party,” you finish for her tiredly. You weren’t planning to go at all, but Darcy’s coerced you into it, promising you’ll only have to stay a couple hours. You didn’t have the energy to fight with her, lord knows how insistent she can be, so you ended up giving in — on the condition that she wouldn’t set you up with anyone tonight. She just grins at you though, seemingly amused by your determined lack of enthusiasm.

Darcy is trying to pair us all off with someone, Makkari informs you long-sufferingly. How unpredictable. (Sometimes you forget that most of the people your age haven’t been hopelessly in love for all of their lives, and actually enjoy putting themselves out there, while not feeling awfully guilty that they’re betraying someone.)

“And Makkari was next on the list!” Darcy signs and speaks, so that Wanda (whose nose is buried in a cloth-bound book) can still hear what’s going on. “You and Druig would be cute together, I think.”

The visceral disgust on Makkari’s face is so intense that Yelena bursts out laughing.

“Don’t laugh, I’m serious,” Darcy complains, even though she’s smiling too.

That is revolting, Makkari tells her with feeling . That man is… a brother to me. And I’ve been told he’s a shit kisser anyway.

“He can learn,” Darcy replies with confidence. Makkari performs a very rude and elaborate gesture. “Hmm, who next… Yelena, you got your eye on anyone?”

Yelena shakes her head vehemently. “No. No, thank you.”

That’s a lie, Makkari comments. I see you and — She fingerspells a name much too quickly for any of you to catch it, and you all lean forward in confusion. Makkari rolls her eyes and spells out the name again, slowly, and then even slower again at the blank looks on your faces. K—A—T—

“Kate Bishop,” supplies Wanda dryly, looking up from her book.

Thank you, Makkari says exasperatedly, while Darcy gasps, clapping her hands together in delight and Yelena’s jaw drops, her cheeks flooding with colour.

“Oh, that’s perfect, I totally see that,” Darcy gushes. “How long has that been going on?”

“Nothing is going on,” says Yelena defensively, “she is — we are partners in class, and she shares her snacks with me sometimes. We went to the mall once or twice. That is all.”

When Darcy stares back skeptically she presses her lips together tightly, leaning slightly into your shoulder. You slide a hand into your best friend’s hair, scratching at her scalp to calm her down, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. This isn’t the giddy behaviour of someone with a crush, you realise — this is genuine discomfort.

“Why are you just projecting onto us that you can’t find anyone to go to the party with, anyway,” you snort to Darcy, signing out the basics of that sentence with your one free hand (Makkari subtly nods to let you know she understood). Wanda snickers at that without even looking up from her book this time.

“Okay, ouch, not true,” Darcy narrows her eyes at you, “Thor Odinson asked me to save him a dance. Is that not the behaviour of someone who’s showing interest in me?”

Makkari snaps back with quick retort that you don’t catch, and Darcy gasps in faux insult, the two of them beginning a quick and fiery exchange. You look down at Yelena to see her already looking up at you, the corners of her eyes crinkled in silent gratitude. You wrinkle your nose at her, and brush the bangs out of her eyes before returning to your food. She stays nestled against your shoulder for the rest of lunch — the rest of which proceeds as normal.

Natasha has agreed to drive the both of you to the party, as naturally she will also be in attendance.

“On one condition,” she warns firmly, as you all sit down at the dinner table. “Neither of you get blackout drunk, okay? I won’t have too much since I’ve gotta drive you both back, but if either of you cannot support your own body weight I will literally leave you there. You can fend for yourselves.”

“Always so serious, Natasha,” Alexi chuckles as he folds rags covered in very pungent motor oil. “Loosen up, да? If the twins want to drink they can drink. Lord knows I did at their age.”

“Not at the dinner table, Alexi,” Melina scolds, slapping at his shoulder as she passes him on her way to the stove. “This is good wood, oil will ruin the varnish.”

“Also it smells like shit,” Yelena adds helpfully, promptly ducking to avoid the massive hand that attempts to cuff her reprimandingly round the back of the head. “What is it from? Don’t tell me you are working on that beast in the garage again.”

“The one and only,” Alexi says with glee, rubbing his hands together at everyone’s collective groans. “What is this about, ah? She will be beautiful once I have fixed her up. You will all love her, I know. I call her… Melina.” He says it in a hushed voice, full of wonder, which is promptly quashed when the real Melina just snorts in amusement.

“Very creative,” she quips dryly as she sets down a crockpot in the middle of the table.

“Oh, you laugh now,” Alexi grumbles, “but when we are in backseat you are never complaining.”

Melina laughs wholeheartedly at that, while you, Yelena and Natasha let out similarly horrified noises.

“I can’t eat,” Natasha announces, pushing her plate away dramatically, and you quickly follow suit.

By the time Natasha pulls up into Tony’s stadium-sized driveway, the sun is already dying in the sky, taking its last fiery breaths that paint the world a shadowy pink before dwindling below the horizon into nothingness.

“Remember what I said —” Nat starts.

“About drinking, yes, I remember,” Yelena finishes for her impatiently. “No throwing up on myself, promise. Can we go in now?”

“Well fuck you too,” Natasha retorts. “Be careful of drink spiking, don’t just take a drink that’s handed to you. There’ll be a lot of people here, Stark knows some… unsavoury individuals so just stick to people we know. And whenever you’re feeling like heading home, text me, or come find me, kay?”

“Okay,” says Yelena long-sufferingly, which earns her a twisted arm in response.

You’ve never actually been inside of the Stark household before — well, maybe household isn’t accurate, it’s a multi-million dollar property and easily the biggest building you’ve ever set foot in. Yelena looks around at the high ceilings and chandeliers with a similar element of awe, while Natasha gazes around bemusedly, what with this place being a regular sight for her.

“Romanoff and co, you made it,” Tony Stark himself cheers, swooping into the lobby with a box full of beers. “Drink, m’lady?”

“Driving,” Natasha grimaces.

“Ooh, unlucky. Probably for the best, though, I heard Barton conspiring to put something gross in the punch. He thinks he’s slick… I swear, that guy thinks everyone else is as deaf as he is.”

Nat snorts in amusement, sending you and Yelena one last glance before heading off to the kitchen with Stark. Yelena links her arm through yours, and the two of you head off into the thick mass of people, on a quest to find your friends.

This task proves difficult. Half an hour in, you’ve wandered quite a few of the Stark Mansion’s impressive number of halls without a single member joining your party. You return to the main area, choosing to settle in a corner near a table covered by very expensive-looking vases, and Yelena disappears briefly to fetch you both some drinks. You don’t notice much what it is, you’re just grateful for the cool relief it provides.

“Oh look, it’s Kate Bishop,” you say absently as you spot her over at the chocolate fountain (now is not the time to question the presence of a chocolate fountain, you decide) next to America Chavez. You made the remark without thinking, knowing that Kate is one of the people Yelena likes to see (“she is like a puppy,” Lena said to you once, “all squishy and bouncy and eager to please. Fun to spend time with”), but you remember what happened at lunch today and tense, looking at her to gauge a reaction. “Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Yelena plays it off well, sipping from her drink to avoid replying any further.

Your hand hovers tentatively for a moment before resting on her shoulder. “Y… you know that if, well, anything, you can tell me, right? I won’t… make fun of you. I like talking with you. Just, uh. Just so you know.”

She looks down at you for a moment, gaze darting from the hand on her shoulder to your eyes. You stare back to her with uncertainty, but a desperation to reassert that you care. She observes you for a moment, long and hard, and you daren’t look away.

Then she gives you a short, sharp, singular nod, and downs the rest of her drink in one.

“I know,” she says curtly. “I will go say hi to her. Come find me later.”

She pats your head with a gentleness that one wouldn’t expect from a tall threatening Russian, to let you know she’s not mad, and you watch her go serenely. You’ve known Yelena for all of your life. She doesn’t say things, she does things. Talking has never been her strong suit, especially in a language that isn’t her mothertongue; you have always been careful to respect her boundaries. You’d never expect her to do something she wasn’t ready for, you’ve always been patient with her and you’ll give her as much time as she needs on this one. You know with a calming certainty that she will talk to you when she’s ready, about whatever she’s feeling about Kate Bishop that’s confusing and hurting her. The fact that you can know your best friend, your twin flame with such assuredness (and she know your own behaviours in turn) is something that never fails to make you feel as though you’ve found your place in the world. You don’t know what you’d do without her. She is your family (and the thought of you betraying her so in sneaking around with your sister is like a knife through your guts, so you’ve very quickly learnt to simply not think about it at all). 

But this feeling of otherworldly serenity is shattered as soon as you turn to leave and explore. Your eyes land upon the sight of Natasha dancing with Bucky Barnes, and it makes your blood run cold.

To be fair, it’s not as though they’re the only two on the dancefloor; most of their friendship group are stood in fairly close proximity to one another. But these two have clearly paired up for this song (Nelly Furtado, you think, but you don’t care enough to figure it out), with their arms around one another, and Barnes whirling her around when the beat drops. The way she’s smiling at him, as though she wants do the things with him that she does with you, makes you feel so ill that you have to look away for genuine fear of being sick right here on this dancefloor.

Feeling like this is an overreaction, you rationalise desperately to yourself, even as all the hairs on your arms begin to stand on end. The two of you aren’t exclusive — that much has been made clear by her insistence around avoiding the topic. And it’s just a dance, Bucky is a good friend of Natasha’s, it probably doesn’t even mean anything.

So why do you feel so gross?

You need a drink, you decide, stumbling off in the direction of the kitchen to overanalyse in peace.

You’re not sure how long has passed by the time Sam Wilson stumbles upon you, in a long dark narrow hall that weirdly reminds you of the Hogwarts bridge, one wall lined with gaping windows that look out on the rest of the house. You’re sat on the floor, wedged into a corner with your knees up to your chest and your back pressed against the wall, watching the party from a whole other dimension with a bottle beside you.

“Oh — hey, sorry, I was just on my way to the bathroom,” he laughs easily. “You gave me a fright there, all curled up in the dark like some horror movie shit.”

There’s a moment of silence, during which his eyes are presumably adjusting to the dark, before he speaks again. “You’re… Y/N, right? That kid Romanoff lives with?”

You press your lips together tightly at the mention of her name, but you nod. (Sam looks so funny where he’s stood in the distance, at the far end of this corridor, you think to yourself. Like a tiny matchstick guy you could put in a dollhouse.) Sam must see your response, because he continues, “thought so. Hey, what’re you doin up here all alone? Where’s Belova? You okay?”

You shrug. He dithers for a moment before slowly walking the hallway, approaching you as though you’re a wild animal that might scare at any moment. When you don’t, he slowly lowers himself onto the ground next to you.

“‘S loud down there,” he says after a moment. “Stark’s my bud and all, but his shit gets too much for me sometimes.”

You nod your agreement. You don’t know Sam well at all — you don’t recall ever speaking to him, he’s much more Natasha’s friend than your own — but there are definitely worse people who could choose to talk to you right now.

“That why you’re up there? All alone? Without your conjoined twin?” he adds, spirit light, a teasing smile on his face.

The corners of your lips twitch upward, and you speak at last, voice a little croaky from crying. “I guess. She went off with someone, I was trying to give them privacy.”

Sam hums, and nods in understanding. “Well if you’re not enjoying the party anymore we can get you home. I think Nat stayed sober tonight, or we can call you a taxi… put it on Stark’s card,” he adds mischievously, which earns a laugh from you.

“Yeah,” you rub at your eyes unceremoniously, “this party’s been a bust.”

“We’ll get you home, then,” he says gently. “Parties ain’t for everyone. Romanoff was looking for you, anyway.”

You freeze. “She was?”

“Yeah, think so. C’mon, let’s go.” He gets to his feet, offering you a hand, and very politely doesn’t comment when you have to lean on him a little on the journey back to the main hall.

“Alright. You sit tight, I’ll go find Romanoff.” He pats your shoulder before letting go of you, and wanders off.

You cast your vacant gaze around the party, simply looking rather than really seeing. With the state your brain is in it takes a few moments to process Yelena rushing across the dancefloor, head lowered and hair shrouding her face, with Kate hurrying after her, calling out. The haze that your somewhat intoxicated brain applies and the distance with which you’re watching from makes the scene look unreal, like something from a movie.

You bite the inside of your lip, hard, forcing yourself to pull it together, and discard the bottle you’re holding on a nearby table as you make your way over to Kate — who by this point has given up the fruitless chase and stands forlorn by the front door, staring out at Yelena’s quickly disappearing figure.

“Bishop,” you say, trying to keep your voice even, “what happened?”

She’s already nervous, you can tell, but when she sees you by her side her eyes go big as saucers. “Oh god. Hi. Hi, hi hi. Um, so, I don’t know.”

“I’m not gonna be mad at you, Bishop,” you say tiredly, “but I need to know what’s going on. She’s been acting weird all day, and when Makkari brought you up earlier I think she actually malfunctioned. What’s going on?”

Kate twitches instead of replying, and you groan, pinching the bridge of your nose between your forefingers. “Please just spit it out.”

“I don’t know what happened,” Kate maintains squeakily. “I thought we were good and we went to like some nice roses or something, I don’t know this place is massive it was like a garden I think, we sat on a bench and we were talking just normal talking it wasn’t even anything weird like we’ve talked about much weirder stuff! This was pretty tame! And she just like shut off and went all blank and marched out and I don’t know what I did,” she finishes lamely, with the trademark Bishop puppy dog eyes that Yelena has complained about to you.

You nod. “Okay. Uh, I’ll talk to her, you just… uh, get home safe. And text her, but don’t suffocate her, you know?”

Kate nods vigorously, stammering more  than you’ve ever heard someone stammer before. “Y— uhh, yep, alright, cool, perfect, got it. No… no suffocation. Nope. That would not be good. Uh, is double texting suffocation?”

“Double texting is like the maximum you can go before it’s asphyxiation,” you advise sagely, and she nods like one of those little dolls with a spring for a neck that you see in trucker lorries before scurrying off (she really is like a puppy, you muse to yourself as you recall Yelena’s words; an oversized, long-legged puppy).

“Alright,” you mutter, “where have you gone, Belova?”

When you turn around, it’s not Yelena that you’re faced with, but her sister. Well, it’s a start, at least.

“Nat,” you say, and your voice sounds like it’s very very far away and it doesn’t belong to you, “come on, we have to find… Yelena.” You reach out to grab her hand but she shakes away your touch, and your cheeks burn at the rejection and the realisation you’re in public. Of course she doesn’t want to touch you in public, you think to yourself, and the doubts from the hallway before Sam came and found you start creeping back and your head starts to hurt again.

“What’s going on?” Natasha asks, daring to place a hand on your shoulder as she leads you through the front door and down the driveway. “What’s wrong with Yelena?” She pauses, taking in your appearance for the first time all night under the light of the street lamps that line the long, linear driveway. “What’s wrong with you?”

You open and close your mouth a few times without making any sound, like a fish, searching for the words. Suddenly it feels as though the whole night is catching up on you, and you can’t really explain it but you’re not really you or in your body — it’s like you’re watching from someone else’s perspective, or reading about this experience instead of living it, and all of the thoughts seep out of your head. (Shit, maybe it’s a good thing you don’t drink that often.) Nat’s face softens slightly, and in the solitude of the front yard she’s gracious enough to loop an arm round your waist and guide you gently to somewhere you can rest for a minute; the stone pillars, to the corner of the front of the house.

“Deep breaths,” she urges you quietly, pinning you between a pillar and her body, both of your hands in hers and her face nestled in close against your shoulder, lips by your ear, safely hidden from prying eyes by the shadows of the pillars. You comply, in, out, in, out, until your body is yours again, and you can feel her breath on your cheek.

“I told you not to get shitfaced,” she tells you as she pulls away again enough to be able to look at you, but there’s no real anger in her voice, and her eyes are so soft and warm as they look down at you. Her hands are still in yours, grounding you, and you grip onto them tightly. “What’s going on? Where’s Thing 2?”

“Kate Bishop upset her,” you relay blearily. “She ran off, I was gonna find her, n go home.”

“And what happened to you?” she adds more gently, cupping your face in her hands.

“You,” you mumble, and then realise what you’ve said. Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, and you quickly try to rectify, “no, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean. I just meant… I’m sorry, sorry, I can’t do words, I didn’t mean that. Wanna go home.”

“It’s okay,” she says quietly, “but can we talk about it? What did I do to upset you tonight, huh? To make you get like this?” She moves one hand to prod gently at your chest to emphasise her last two words. 

You shake your head, normally at first, but the movement becomes more exaggerated as though you’re trying to clear your head of this fog. “N — nothing. God. Sorry. It was — me. Just, I just mis… misread the situation. Thought I was special. Was being dumb. Sorry. Can we,” you tug on her arm, “can we go home, I can’t think, my head really hurts.”

Her eyebrows are furrowed deeper than ever, glossy lips pushed together, but she nods — and then her head turns sharply in the direction of  the bushes. You turn too, instinctively, and see Yelena walking toward you. Her eyes lock onto yours for a moment, and you are filled with the most paralysing, existential dread. This is it, you think to yourself, this is how my life ends. But Yelena makes no move towards you, and you realise quickly that even though she can see someone’s hands on you, she can’t see who they belong to. Natasha has picked a place to stop so perfect that Yelena can’t see her from where she’s stood, and this realisation has you weak-kneed with relief. 

The two of you make eye contact for a moment, and despite your deep longing to have Natasha publicly be yours you’re overwhelmingly grateful in this moment that your tracks are somewhat covered . Lena’s gaze flits from yours to your hands, occupied by a shadow-faced stranger; her lips press into a thin line and her eyes fill with tears as she turns and trudges away again, disappearing into the night.

By the time you get home, she’s already there, in your bedroom getting ready for bed. Her tearstained face takes one look at yours, which is in a similar state after your car ride home with Natasha. While Yelena doesn’t say a word to you or Nat, she kisses your forehead before you both climb into your beds on the opposite sides of the room, so you know she’s not really mad. She just needs time, you know, and you’re very careful over the days that follow to give it to her.

Melina and Alexi are all too familiar with Yelena’s silent episodes. They come on whenever she’s processing something, and the only thing you can do to support her is wait patiently until she’s able to talk. Even though you’ve long since grown up, and nowadays can see the grey in a situation that was black and white when you were young, you still think of things in the very simple terms they had been presented to you in as a six-year-old.

“Why is Yelena quiet?” you asked Alexi. “I didn’t do anything.”

The giant man had sunk to his knees, wincing at the pop and crackle of his joints, to be on the same level as you, and took both of your tiny hands in one much larger one. “Uhh… ah. So you have to be very grown up, ah? да, смутьян? Yelena did not have same start in life as you, eh. Me and Melina are her parents, you know, we live here in Ohio with you,” he tickled your belly to punctuate your involvement in his story and you squirmed happily, “but we are not… giving birth to her, ah? Before we bring Yelena to Ohio, in fact before she is brought to orphanage, she is having another mom and dad. Who giving birth to her,” he explained to you in his usual broken English; he spoke with a level of thought and caution that you’d never seen before on the usually crude man.

“In Russia?” you queried.

“In Russia,” he confirmed. “The motherland, ey? So the mom and dad who giving birth to her, they aren’t very nice, ah. So Yelena’s… formative years, when she was baby and learned all the emotion things like cry when sad, smile when happy, she learned different, да? To protect herself. If cry, her old mom and dad get angry because of noise, so when sad she go all quiet and… spaced out and faraway instead. And even though now she is in place where we won’t be angry if she cry, it is still how she has learned things. So if something bad happen, she shut down. It is her way to cope. And you are probably thinking that it is strange, but we have to be gentle to her, okay?” he said encouragingly to you, and you nodded eagerly to this man who even then was like a father to you. “We are gentle, and show her we aren’t get angry when she sad, and when she ready she open up. Make clear we love her. It is big important task. We treat her with kindness when she go quiet, kay? Can you do that, trouble, eh?”

And of course you nodded seriously, because Yelena was your best friend, and you already knew you would do almost anything for her.

You understand a lot more, now, but you still think of it like that. It’s the way her brain works, it’s a result of her start in life — she can’t help it, it’s not her fault, and it would be beyond unfair to make her suffer for something so out of her control. So you barely leave her side in the days that follow, by her side in every mundane task she half-heartedly attempts, even clambering into her bed from your own on the dark drizzly morning where she can’t even peel herself from her own bed. You and Natasha haven’t spoken since that hellish car ride home, but for probably the first time ever the redhead is barely on your mind; you’d do anything for her, it’s true, but you’d do anything for her sister too. You knew it when you were six years old and seeing one of Lena’s silent episodes for the first time, and you know it more than ever now. This takes precedence.

Yelena doesn’t utter a word for six days, only nodding thanks and smiling at you with the corners of her eyes. On the morning of the seventh day, you wake up to her sat on your chest.

“Oh,” you wheeze, “good morning.”

And she smiles at you in reply, wheezy laughter bubbling in her chest at the way your limbs are splayed out awkwardly beneath her weight, and you can tell that she’s back.

She doesn’t tell you what had her spiralling until the evening, but you spend the whole day bouncing around the house with her as though you’re little kids again, and it fills you so wholeheartedly with joy to have your best friend back. She truly is like an extension of you, you don’t feel right when she’s not around, and you don’t feel right when she doesn’t, either. But she’s back, she’s talking and laughing again and it’s contagious. Whatever souls are made of, yours and hers are the same.

Right now the house is quiet, the lights are out and the two of you are sat on the windowsill, looking out at the stars.

“That one’s winking at us,” you whisper with a grin, pointing to a flickering star. You feel Yelena’s eyes on you, and turn to see her smiling softly at you, her eyes crinkling at the corners the way they only ever do when she’s trying to tell you that she’s grateful for something.

“There is a thing that is broken inside of me,” she tells you matter-of-factly. You blink, surprised, but nod encouragingly for her to keep going. “I don’t think I am like you or Darcy or Kate. And that doesn’t feel fair. I thought, it is always me, I just want to be normal. So I say okay, I will be normal, I ignore it and pretend it wasn’t there, and it only makes things go all funny and the world doesn’t make sense. It’s like one of those…”

She pauses for a moment to think. “Ah черт возьми, cannot find the words, you know those… visual — eye tricks? Illusions? At the museums, that are like art, and hurt your brain?”

“Optical illusions?” you offer.

“Yes. When I am pretending it is like looking at the world through optical illusions. Nothing is making sense, and it makes me so sick and sad and lonely. So I was pretending at the party, but it was like everything just…” She makes a boom noise with her mouth, and mimes an explosion. “I could not handle, no more, I thought why me, why don’t I have what everyone else has, what did I do wrong? And then I saw you, making kissy face with some girl —” your heart leaps, but she still doesn’t seem to know who it was, thank god “— and I just,” there are tears in her eyes that glisten with frustration, “and I just… wished it could be me. Not that I want to kiss you,” she adds hastily, “but I want to want it. It would make things so much easier.”

“You… wish you wanted to kiss me?” you ask carefully.

She nods furiously. “Maybe not you, we are Близнецы… that would be weird, probably. Just to… want any kissing. But I don’t. I don’t want to kiss you, or Kate Bishop, or anyone. There is none of that for me, it’s just not…” She gestures vaguely in the air, as though she is searching for something she does not have, and then shrugs. “Я потерян, I don’t know. Y/N, I am aroace,” she tells you proudly. “I did the research, it is me, it fits me perfectly. But I don’t… want to be. Not when everyone else, even you, is kissing people. You are my person, I don’t want to kiss you, but I want to… always be with you. But then I realised,” she gulps, and she’s fighting back tears again, “that’s not… how things work. And you are kissing other people — I don’t care who,” she adds as you open your mouth to interject, “I know it is not my business and you will say when you are ready, but we are growing up and I must do grownup things now and it’s scary. And Darcy is always asking me who I am crushing on and… it is hurting, a lot, to realise no one. Ever. And I’m okay with it, I don’t want it because I want it, I want it because if I don’t want it I’m wrong and it means there is something… wrong inside of me. And my brain is broken enough as it is,” she covers her face with her hands, “and I think I just lost the… hold on everything when the Kate Bishop kissed me.”

“She kissed you?”

“Mhm. And it was like the world ended, I could not handle it. Because I thought I was so good at pretending that I have this thing when I don’t, but I couldn’t tell that… she felt like that, when a normal person would have been able to tell. Darcy could. Makkari could. And I am just done pretending, I think, and I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Her hands still cover her face, but after a few moments you catch her peering through the gaps between her fingers, anxiously trying to gauge a reaction from you. For a split second you see a scared child watching apprehensively through the slats of a staircase bannister, younger than you ever knew her, fearing someone who in this moment she does not know. When the fear is this primal, it is timeless, and all-consuming. You see it in the way she closes the gaps between her fingers again, closes the blinds on the outside world, decides she’d rather not know what it is that you make of this for fear of it being negative; in the way that it has always ended for her, in the rare moment she’s been so fragile around someone. And you feel it, in this moment. It’s so heavy it’s almost tangible, and you fear if you speak or move or think wrong it might shatter irreparably.

So you are absolutely silent for a few moments. You don’t move, don’t blink — you’re not sure that you breathe, actually, while you process what’s just been said.

“I’ll talk to Darcy,” you say eventually. “I’ll tell her to stop. I’m sorry I didn’t see that it was upsetting you sooner.”

Yelena’s hands drop away in surprise, and she looks at you, her cheekbones shimmering a little in the starlight. “You — you aren’t? You don’t —?”

“No,” you say simply, but gently, a hand moving to rest on top of hers, which fiddles with the loose threads on her pyjama bottoms. Its movements cease instantly. “Why would I be? You are okay with me liking girls. Why wouldn’t I be okay with you not liking anyone?”

She crumples, then, in relief; as though it’s so all-consuming that she can’t support herself any longer, and you’re there to catch her. She cries even as you smooth her hair and pull her over to her bed.

“Я тебя люблю,” she chokes out quietly as you cocoon her in the mass of blankets she insists on keeping in her bed.

“Я тоже тебя люблю,” you whisper, “так много.”

A few moments of quiet, where your fingers continue to comb through her hair, and her eyelids begin to flutter.

“I don’t know what to do about Kate Bishop, though,” she admits sleepily. “Because I don’t… ah… not like her. I just don’t think I can be what she wants me to be, but I don’t want to… lose her.”

“It’s all about how you feel,” you remind her gently. “Kate’s cool. She will always respect you, remember. She’s like a puppy, you’re not getting rid of her if you try,” and Yelena giggles a little at that. “We’ll figure it out, Lena. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

She nods, and mumbled something about thinking, and slips into the first peaceful sleep she has had in seven days.

Your mind moves to Natasha, now that you know with certainty that Lena will be okay. You kiss her forehead before quietly leaving the room and heading downstairs, where you know Natasha will still be awake, watching old black and white reruns.

As you reach the bottom of the stairs, Liho pads up to you, meowing and tugging insistently at the bottom of your pants.

“Hiya, buddy,” you murmur, relenting at once and giving him what he wants. You scoop him up just the way he likes and he purrs happily, writhing around in your arms, rubbing his face against yours before eventually settling with his chin on your shoulder and you cradling him to your chest like a baby.

The two of you walk slowly into the living room, where just as you predicted, Natasha is curled up on the sofa beneath a blanket in front of the TV. What surprises you though is what she’s watching.

“I thought you hated this show,” you comment quietly, a smile fighting its way onto your face as you watch Kourtney and Kim fighting. You move to sit down in the armchair furthest from her but she makes a noise of displeasure and pats the spot next to her insistently, even lifting up the blanket for you and Liho to slide underneath.

Well, who are you to deny her?

“I wanted to see why you guys like it so much,” she replies after a few moments, once you’re half on top of her, head on her chest with Liho tucked into the warm gap between you, and you can feel every word that she says. “I’m not sure I really get it, to be honest.” Her fingers gently trace the outline of your face, your jawline, your cheekbones and you melt into the touch. “Are you still upset about the party?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you murmur.

“But I do, you said that I upset you. You’ve been avoiding me all week, Y/N/N, I don’t even know what I did.”

“You didn’t upset me, I was just being dumb.”

“About?”

You groan, and press your face into her chest, sensing she’s not going to let this go. “Just seeing you, like, dance and flirt with other people. I just wish I could do that sometimes. Please, I don’t wanna think about this anymore,” it comes out as something of a whine, and you can feel the way she’s tensing against you.

“Y/N,” she sighs heavily, “you know we have to cover our tracks, if we both keep acting weird when someone flirts with me then people are gonna know that we’re together.”

“But we’re not even together, really,” you mumble. “Please, let’s forget about it. Please.”

“You can’t keep saying stuff like that and then tell me to forget about it,” she scolds half-seriously, and you break the eye contact for a moment to bury your face in her chest again so she won’t see your smile. “You know we can’t tell people about us. It would… it would be too much to handle.”

Whether that’s for you or for her she doesn’t explain, but she doesn’t have to. She might be protecting you, but she’s also protecting herself. She couldn’t handle it, if she held your hand in public. Stolen moments like this are all you’ll ever get, you think to yourself miserably, as she ever so gently lowers her lips to your neck. But even with this knowledge you would still let her do anything to you, in whatever way she wants, because her wanting to touch you in any capacity is going to have to be enough — even if she harbours you like this, her little late night secret, it’s surely better than the days that she barely looked at you at all. You might not ever have her in the way that you want to; every moment like this is precious beyond belief.

So you give yourself over to her completely, and pray that someday this lingering feeling of dirtiness will fade away, and only the gratitude remain.

[darthrue17]

My Girl Darcy

Darcy Lewis x Nonbinary/Male!Reader

Summary: You have been dating Darcy, the nerdy girl in you first met in your junior year science class, since you both graduated. You’ve helped her come out of her shell, but you start to notice she’s been a little… teasing as of late.

SMUT, 18+!!!!!!

Warnings: Darcy being a teasing little shit, dom!R, sub!Darcy, blowjobs (R receiving), eating out (Darcy receiving), multiple cream pies, cumming on Darcy’s glasses, Darcy is a whiny cock hungry sub who goes dumb for R, aftercare and cuddling with Darcy and cuteness overload at the end.

You’ve been with you’re fantastic girlfriend, Darcy Lewis, for a few years. Darcy has always been a shy, quite, yet sweet, kind, and thoughtful girl who was super scientifically gifted, and also nerdy (like gamer movie and tv nerdy). You find her to be absolutely adorable (she is).

Yet lately you notice she’s been… different. Not in a bad way, but you notice that she’s got more confidence, which is amazing, but on the other hand of that spectrum, she’s been a bit of a tease. Wearing skimpier and skimpier clothing, to the point where her whole ass thighs are exposed. And thats not all, she’s also a lot more touchy with you and sometimes her voice goes a bit sultry, and while it’s adorable, it’s almost bait worthy.

You’ll admit you were somewhat of a perv, but you usually never did anything as you agreed to wait until you were both ready. So you figured with the way she was acting recently, she may have been ready, however, you were gonna make sure she was ready and be a decent partner.

So, you’re gaming one night, as you do, and here comes Darcy slinking up to you, wearing nothing but one of your old shirts and her adorable ass glasses.

“What you doing babe?” She says in this almost sultry tone that is way to adorable, just from that you can tell how inexperienced she is. “Do you want something, my love.” You cooo back to her, PC turned off by that point.

After what you’ve said as well as your movements towards her, she gets oh so quite and flustered. “Well? Does my little Princess want something”

“I want you daddy!” She blurts out immediately after you stop talking. “I want all of you, I want your mouth and I want your cock. I want everything so the icky feeling will leave my legs.” Hearing that needy tone makes you more ravenous and feral than you already were before hand. Ready to tear into her and make her know she’s yours, but you had to make sure she was ready.

After nearly cornering her, you whisper into her ear “are you sure you’re ready, Princess?” Something about you calling her princess in that low voice makes her even wetter, but she speaks up “y-y-yes daddy. I’m ready.”

And with that, you instruct her to take off her shirt so you can see her and my god. Her body is the most beautiful and breathtaking sight you’ve ever seen. Her breasts were supple, her thighs were some of the thicket you’ve seen, and her ass was a sight to behold. Every ounce of her body deserved worship, but you were in such a feral mood that’d have to wait.

You notice her get a little standoffish, but you quickly reassure her “you’re body is a work of art, something the gods themselves created for me to worship, ravish, and ruin.”

You notice Darcy melt into your arms at this, you can tell no one else has talked to her like this, and you’re glad she’s in your hands.

“You’re mind and body are mine because you allow them to be. I wish for you to tell me how you feel, through a safe word. A word that is just for us here.” Upon hearing this, she feels safer and tells you the safe word she wishes to use

Once that’s over, you instruct her to get on her knees. Once she does, you tell her to start sucking your cock nice and slow before gradually getting faster.

And man, her feels throat feels amazing on your cock. You can feel the way she’s nearly detailing every inch of your cock, making you feel her tongue, watching as her eyes nearly roll back in her head or hearing her gag on you’re length. The feeling is so amazing you can practically feel yourself near the edge already, and you let go, letting yourself explode in her mouth and down her throat after a while. “Good girl, you’ve taken daddy’s cock so well so far. But I wanna taste you before I give you my length.”

So, Darcy gets on the bed as you instruct. You mark up her thighs, leaving hickeys all over them before you start. “Now lay down and let daddy make you feel good my little slut.” Darcy almost gasps before your tongue meets her pussy. As you lap at her bud, and sucks on her clit, she lets out these near pornographic moans.

“Ahhh fuck, yes!! Yes daddy!!!” She exclaims. “IM GONNA CUM!!” And as she says that, she explodes into your mouth. You savor her juices, and my god does she taste absolutely amazing, like you’ve never tasted before.

“Good girl. You’ve done such a good job for me. Are you ready to feel me, my love?” You ask, damn well knowing the answer. “Yes daddy.” She moans out.

You align your cock to her entrance before plowing into her with your full length, before pulling in and ramming her against and again. And as you continue to move, you finger her clit, causing her to give yet another pornographic moan.

As you fuck her, you remove your hand from her clit and suck on her titties, giving each one the attention it deserves, sucking on biting down on her nipples, earning another moan, before you mark up her neck, giving her more hickeys.

As you continue to fuck into her, you feel her walls start to clasp around your cock, before she cums around your cock, and this pushes you over the edge, and you cum inside of Darcy.

After you take a breath, you decide to flip Darcy around, and start going once again, holding her arms with one hand, while your other hand is on her shoulder. As you fuck into her rougher and faster than before, you whisper all sorts of dirty messages into her ear. “Look at you, you’re such a mess for daddy. You’re daddy’s little cock whore, eager to be filled by my cock and please me.”

As you say this, Darcy’s eyes roll into the back of her head, and she lightly says “daddy’s little cock whore” before you both simultaneously cum.

After you’ve ridden the high, you pull out, with your cum leaking from her pusssy and her hair is an absolute mess. You ask her to get on her knees one more time so you can give her a gift.

As you start to jerk yourself off, she gets on her knees, and you instruct her to open her mouth and stick her tongue out. A small but later, you cum all over her face, staining her glasses with white, her tongue and hair and cheeks covered in your seed.

After a while, you start talking, “Are you okay my love?” “I’m okay. I’m so sleepy.” She replies lazily. “Let’s clean you up before we go to be.” You say, as you help her to the bath tub, legs shaky after the long session.

As you help climb in the bathtub, you take off her glasses and clean them for her, and then climb in the tub and join her, holding her and cleaning her up.

“Thank you babe.” Darcy says all sweetly. “Why are you thanking me?” “Because I’ve never had anyone hold me like this after they’ve just destroyed me.” The response almost makes you sad. You know she’s had some absolutely shitty relationships, but you never knew that they were shitty enough to not give aftercare.

“Darcy, I will always be willing to treat you amazingly. I’m more than willing to treat you like the queen that you are. You’re amazing and deserve nothing but love and appreciation and worship, and I’m so lucky to be that person.” “You’re such a dork.” She replies almost playfully. “And you’re an absolutely adorkable girl.” You say as you clean her face and hair.

After a while, you help her dry off and get ready for bed. She asks to stay topless because she liked the skin on skin contact you had with her in the bath.

So there you are, cuddling her in bed, and she looks up to you and says “I’m so lucky to have an amazing partner like you.” “And I’m lucky to have you.” You reply. “No, I’m the luckiest girl in the world because you are so kind and sweet and you know how to make me feel good in every way imaginable.”

And hearing this makes you almost emotional, but you’re glad to see her so happy, and you’re glad that she chose you, and you can’t believe how lucky you really are to have her and adorable and slutty and smart and sexy and kind self. And after you’re first time having sex together, you both cuddle and talk until you pass out, hold her very close to you.

A/n: howdy fellers, I hope you like this fic that I wrote here, I know it probably sucks more dog turd than the Xbox One but whatever. I just enjoy polluting Tumblr with like smut of characters I think are underrated. Anyways, have a good night and happy trails.

[kitsune024]

Loki Fic Recs || Part 2 ||

WinterFrost Fics

IronFrost Fics

Crossovers

Frozen

The Ice Demon By @lizardbeths I Part 1- 10 I Elsa & Loki, Parent Loki, Canon Divergence, hint of Loki/Natasha and Loki/Steve, Bucky Barnes & Loki Friendship, loki was a howling commando, Torture, Recovery, Family Feels

A bargain by Iamnotreal I Chapters: 79/? I Loki & Natasha, Avengers Team & Loki, Aftermath of Torture, Canon Divergence - Post-Avengers, Jotunn Loki King by anastacianott I Chapters 39 I King Loki, BAMF Loki, Jotunheim, Jealous Thor, Thor tries, Jotunn Loki, Loki & Avengers Team, Brotherly Love Free from the Chains of Time by AnyFangirl98 I Chapters 1/?I Loki Series, Fic for me, Loki God of Stories, Fix it fic, The Avengers The Walls Between Us by pietoraven36 I Chapters 55/? I FFN Loki/FemOc, Loki & Thor, Family Drama There's a God Under My Bed by @qmeup I Chapters 32/? I Darcy/Loki, kid!loki, kid!Darcy, Darcy Lewis & Loki Friendship, Eventual Romance

Completed Fics

Ásgarðrian Galdr by Valerie_Vancollie I Chapters: 93/93 I Time Travel Fix it, Canon Divergence - Thor (2011), BAMF Loki, King Loki, Good Loki, Brotherhood, Brotherly Angst, Courtroom Drama, Family Drama, Bigotry & Prejudice Ensoulment by Valerie_Vancollie I Chapters: 18/18 I Canon Divergence - Avengers: Infinity War Part 1, Infinity Gems, Infinity Stone Soul World, BAMF Loki, Child Abandonment What you are in the dark (is beautiful) by @peaceheather | Chapters 4/4 | Loki's Sentencing, Evil Odin, Body Horror, Angry Witch reasons wretched and divine by @astrosxnthesis I Chapter 2/2 I Loki Series, Post-Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, Lokius if you squint God with whiskers by Moonybird, Origami_Roses I Chapters: 32/32 I Lokitty, Resurrection, Loki Lives, Depression, Brotherhood Family Ties by skiesovergideon I Chapters: 37/37 I family of choice fic, loki & ocs Loptr Farm by @digitalta I Chapters 2/2 I Loki Redemption, Loki adopts a lot of animals- as in Loki runs a farm, Loki angst

Bookmark Series

Desperate Measures by @rennemichaelswrites I Part 1 - 2 I Completed Loki wasn't the bad guy in The Avengers, Loki's resistance, Dark Tony, Manipulative Loki Another Name by @sundial-at-night Part 1- 4 Completed Not Avengers: Endgame Compliant, Loki Lives, Redemption, Fix-It of Sorts, BAMF Loki, Brotherhood Alternate Alignment by DeathScribe Part 1-3 I kid Loki set during Thor 1, Canon Divergence, Friendship, oc A Bridge Once Broken by @fallintosanity Part 1-8 Completed Loki/ FemOC, Brotherhood, Canon Divergence, Action/Adventure, Angst

Oneshots

A Chance to Say Goodbye by Mikill I Chapters: 1/1 I Loki Series, Loki & Thor The Time He Was Found Worthy by @bonsaiscribbles I Chapters: 1/1 I Loki saves Thor, Loki & Thor in peace may you rest by @doubletan | Chapters 1/1 | Avengers: Endgame, Thor doesn't walk past Loki, Canon Divergence, Loki & Thor not all martyrs see divinity by @thepartyprince I Chapters 1/1 I Loki Series, Loki 2x6, Loki & Thor hubris is for people who see trees as gallows by LadySilvertongue I Chapters 1/1 I Loki Series, Loki 2x6, Loki & Thor Glorious Purpose by Eustacia Vye (eustaciavye) I Chapters 1/1 I Loki Series, Loki can split himself into different copies, Loki 2x6

[bethanydelleman]

Hi, I'm new to your blog so apologies if this question has been asked already

Do you prefer Colin Firth or Matthew Macfadyen as Mr Darcy?

Neither. I don't think we've seen a perfect portrayal of Darcy yet.

1940 Laurence Olivier is far too charming.

1967 Lewis Fiander doesn't show enough contrast in his behaviour between people he deems worthy and doesn't.

1980 David Rintoul is too robotic.

1995 Colin Firth is way too broody. Broody McBroodface

2005 Matthew Macfadyen is a Shyboi. And Darcy ain't shy.

Pride & Prejudice & Zombies's Sam Riley is too short, I don't know why that bothers me so much. It was a decent portrayal otherwise.

Watching 1967 again (it's here), I think Lewis Fiander is my favourite Darcy. Not perfect, but the interactions with the Bingleys are great and I like him at the ball. The proposal is also very good though he might not be quite angry enough. But he might be a bit too smiling and "performing to strangers" with his aunt. And they don't show his awkward parsonage visits (it's 6 episodes of 25 minutes).

Also, my favourite Elizabeth is either 1967 or 1980. I find 1995 too serious and 2005 too angry. In both 1967 and 1980, Elizabeth is fun and charming, as she should be!

[janeykath318]

Darcy's Secret

They first noticed something was off when Darcy’s profile disappeared from the dating apps she frequented.

“Have you finally given up, Lewis?” Tony asked, popping into the lab to be annoying, as was his usual. 

“For now,” Darcy shrugged. “I just don’t have the time right now to deal with the stress of sifting through hay to find a needle that may or may not prick me.”

“An apt metaphor,” Tony agreed. “But I might now a few guys…..”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” she replied, returning her attention to her data. “Science waits for no man.”

Tony was a bit disappointed, but also proud. He loved having another science minion around.

Steve and Bucky were surprised when they saw Darcy straight up turn down cold the hot lab tech she’d used to flirt with back in the day. 

“Whoa! I thought she had the hots for Keith,” Steve commented. “Wonder what happened.”

“Probably turned out to be a jerk,” Bucky sighed. “I noticed she’s straight up ignored him ever since she got back from Chile two months ago.”

“Hmmm, we’d better do a background check on him,” Steve pondered. “If I find out he messed with her…..”

“He’ll be disappeared,” Bucky finished, a fiendish gleam in his eye. They were very protective of Darcy and the mere thought of her being bothered by a man brought out their supersoldier instincts. 

Clint was intrigued when he saw Darcy had changed her Facebook profile. Her status now read In a Relationship, but try as he might, he couldn’t find any evidence of a potential romantic interest. He frowned. 

“Something’s fishy. She either changed it by accident or she’s really hiding something. I’d better consult with Nat.”

“Do you know what’s going on with Darcy?” He asked his friend. “She acts like she’s taken, but there’s no evidence of it except for a Facebook status change. I’m a little worried for her.”

Nat pondered for a moment, brow furrowed.

“It is very unlike Darcy to not flaunt her relationships openly. Perhaps she changed her status to appease annoying relatives and it’s all a fake?”

“Hmm…..could be,” Clint mused. “Something still feels off, though.”

“We’ll give it a few more weeks, then see if she’ll tell us herself. She’ll know if I go poking around behind her back, given her uncanny hacking skills. I want her to trust us enough to be open with us when she’s ready,” Natasha explained. “But in the meantime we’ll keep both eyes open for anything that suggests she is in danger.”

Clint nodded his agreement. 

“You’re right. It’s still gonna make me crazy not knowing.”

Thor caught Darcy in the hall talking on the phone with a very dreamy expression on her face.

“Ah! Lightning sister!” He exclaimed, when she’d hung up. “Should I wish you joy? That look on your face was full of love.”

Darcy flushed and her eyes looked everywhere but at him. She opened her mouth and closed it several times. 

“Um……would you believe me when I said I was talking to my dad?”

Thor frowned.

“Not in the least. That was not an expression of familial love on your countenance. Nor do you end your calls to your father by saying “bye, babe.”

She sighed and picked at her jacket, clearly anxious. 

“Look, Thor, I hate not being fully honest with you, but I can’t really talk about it yet for security reasons. I promise I will come clean when I can.”

Thor was somewhat appeased but still concerned.

“But is he worthy of you?” he asked worriedly. “I can’t bear the thought of anything happening to you, Darcy.”

“Aw, Big Guy, you’re so sweet,” Darcy sighed, giving him a reassuring hug. “And he has been very good to me. Believe me, if he wasn’t, I’d taze him in the balls.”

“I’ve no doubt you will,” Thor approved. “I will look forward to meeting him.”

Darcy wandered into Bruce’s lab, looking for a hideaway.

“What brings you in, Darcy?” Bruce asked, looking up from his computer.

“I’m trying to avoid my nosy co-workers,” she sighed. “You’ve probably heard the rumors. 

“Yes, but I don’t put any stock in them. I don’t know why people have all decided you’re secretly married, but it really sounds like Clint pulling a prank to me. I’ve already had to give talking-tos to some of the interns for repeating that nonsense.”

“I knew I could count on you, Bruce,” Darcy said, sitting down on the floor in the corner. “You’re awesome. How long do you think before they give up?”

“Until the next big Tony-related incident,” Bruce guessed. “Which around here, is usually at least once a week.”

Darcy giggled. That was one thing they could all count on: Tony causing a catastrophe, one way or the other. 

Tony was throwing his usual big holiday party and the Avengers were dressed to the nines ready to party. Bucky and Natasha looked like they’d just stepped out of the Mr. and Mrs. Smith movie and Steve proudly escorted Sharon Carter, who looked beyond gorgeous in a sparkly silver dress. 

Clint and Laura were happily dancing when he spotted Darcy entering the room on the arm of a tall, swarthy man, the sight of who made his stomach clench. 

They walked right up the group of Avengers. 

“Hello, everyone,” Darcy greeted. “I’d like you to meet my husband, Brock.” 

Multiple pairs of eyes looked at the couple’s left hands, which both sported impressive wedding bands. Silence reigned for a full minute. 

Darcy’s stomach lurched with guilt at the betrayed looks on Steve’s and Bucky’s faces, but Sharon’s whisper in Steve’s ear seemed to calm him down. Sharon, Jane and Fury were the only three people who knew the truth.

“Explanation. Now”

“Blink twice if you’re hostage!”

“What the hell, Darcy?”

“This is fake, right?”

“This has to be just a big joke.”

“How could you….”

Everybody spoke at once and Darcy clung tighter to Brock’s arm. She didn’t like the way Tony and Bucky were looking at her. 

Steve’s sharp whistle cut through the pandemonium and everyone turned their attention to him.

“Hey. Let’s let Darcy and Rumlow explain before we assume the worst, okay? Pepper would never have okayed his access if there was a threat possibility,” Steve said calmly. 

“Didn’t he try to kill you, Capsicle?” Tony asked skeptically.

“Multiple times. But what I just found out is he was a triple agent the whole time.”

Jaws dropped and everyone stared at Brock. Bucky was practically boring a hole right through him.

Brock sighed. 

“It’s true. Fury had me deep undercover as a Hydra operative for years. I did things I’m not proud of. But we took them down. I met Darcy a couple years ago when I was hiding out, nursing my wounds. We hit it off, but since I was supposed to be dead, everything had to be top secret.”

“So, the wedding happened in Chile?” Natasha surmised.

Brock and Darcy nodded. “Yep,” Darcy confirmed. “I’m really sorry I couldn’t tell you. It’s been so hard, not being able to squeal about how happy I am.”

Clint shook his head. 

“You fooled a bunch of spies. Nice going, Darcy. Congratulations.” 

He sounded genuinely pleased, so Darcy started to feel better. Clint and Nat came forward to offer hugs and gradually most of their friends did the same, even Thor, though he took the opportunity to give Brock the godly stare down. 

Tony finally came over and shook Brock’s hand.

“Well, I see Darcy likes Italians. Good taste, Darce.”

“I like tall Italians,” Darcy clarified impishly, winking at Tony, who pretended to be gravely offended. 

Sharon chuckled and offered congratulations.

“You do clean up nice, you two. Red is clearly your color.”

“Thank you,” Darcy replied giddily, swishing the skirt of her stunning red dress. “I think we’re one of the hottest couples in the room, don’t you think, babe?”

Brock grinned at her, 

“Without a doubt,” he purred. “Shall we dance, Mrs. Rumlow?” 

“With pleasure,” Darcy beamed, taking his arm and allowing herself to be swept away onto the dance floor. Bucky stared after them, still trying to process this. 

“Well, I think we caused the sensation of the decade,” Brock remarked. “I’ll never forget the look on Rogers’s face. Or Stark’s.” 

He snickered at the thought as he twirled her around.

“Me neither,” Darcy agreed. Clint had resembled a goldfish, and Tony looked like he’d been struck by lightning. “I really think it would be a good idea for you to talk to Steve and Bucky, though. Maybe clear the air. They’ve appointed themselves my surrogate big brothers, so be prepared for a super soldier shovel talk.”

“Barnes looks like he wants to end me,” Brock commented. “It’s gonna take a bit with him. Not that I blame him.” 

“Natasha will talk him around,” Darcy said. “Did you know they’re a couple?”

“No. Huh. Wow. Good for them,” Brock dipped Darcy, then went in for a kiss before he returned her to her feet.

“You sure know how to show a lady a good time,” she crooned to him.

“And I’ll show you an even better one tonight,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re driving me crazy in that dress.” 

“They certainly seem to be enjoying married life,” Steve commented. “I hope it stays that way.” 

“Me too,” Bucky admitted. “I’m not sure how I feel about him, but I know Darcy well enough to know she’d never marry a nazi. At least with him around, she shouldn’t have to worry about any more kidnappings.”

“Good point,” Steve admitted. “Rumlow can wreck anyone that’s not you or me. It’ll save us a lot of worry.” 

“That’s the spirit,” Sharon put in, coming up from Steve from behind and wrapping her arms around him.”

“Romanoff and I would like to join the fun on the dance floor, gentlemen. Are you done being party poopers?”

Steve and Bucky looked at each other then grinned.

“I’m game,” Bucky told Natasha. “Let’s go show them how it’s done.”

“I’ll give it a go,” Steve said to Sharon. “Though, I’ll warn you, I don’t have the skills Bucky has.”

“That’s okay,” she told him. “Neither do I. I’m good with the ole hold and sway version. Save the acrobatics for later.” 

She winked at Steve, who turned red.

“Carter and Rogers. I never would have imagined it,” Brock commented. “Thought they loathed each other.”

“Ha!” Darcy laughed. “So did I, but once I saw them working together, it was clear The sexual tension was through the roof. Ooh, boy.” 

She fanned herself dramatically. “Once they worked out their issues, it was all lovey-dovey and eye sexing. A little nauseating, but I’d be a hypocrite to call them out for that, given how we operate.”

Brock sent her a heated look, which made her blush again.

“Yep, that’s how it’s done,” she admitted. “You have no right to be so sexy, Mr. Commander Fineass.”

“The feeling is mutual, beautiful,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss her again. “Very, very mutual.”

[ladylilithprime]

20 Fanfic Questions

I was tagged by @jazzforthecaptain for this right when I'm supposed to be going to bed. -_-U

How many works do you have on AO3?

172 currently posted, more to be imported and uploaded shortly....

What’s your total AO3 words count?

716,745 as of right now....

What fandoms do you write for?

Whew..... uh, lessee, Supernatural, Marvel Comics/MCU, Harry Potter, Animorphs, Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles, The Little Mermaid, Gundam Wing, Smallville/DC Comics, Highlander, Star Trek, The Sentinel, Stargate SG1, Star Wars, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Sailor Moon, Tomorrow People (New/90s Series), Fullmetal Alchemist, Gravitation, Yami no Matsuei, Weiss Kreuz, Ranma ½, Pirates of the Caribbean, Good Omens, Firefly, Chronicles of Narnia, Lord of the Rings et al, Daria, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Phineas and Ferb, Danny Phantom, ElfQuest, Rise of the Guardians, How To Train Your Dragon, El Goonish Shive (don't tell Dan!), Transformers, YURI!!! On Ice, Speed Racer..... uh, yeah, I think I'm forgetting some... or not mentioning them for Reasons.......

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

More Worthy Than Believed (MCU, Gen, Tony-centric, vague IronHawk)

Only Different In The Details (MCU, IronHawk plus Avengers ensemble)

Hel Hath Nick Fury (MCU, Nick Fury/Hela aka Darcy Lewis)

The Shadow You Cast Over Me (MCU, Gen, Tony-centric, unrequited Steve/Tony)

Broken Hallelujah (Supernatural, Sastiel)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Short answer is that I try to? I want to respond to comments, but sometimes I'm out of spoons and it takes me a while to work up the spoons to answer, and sometimes the comment is a demand for an update on a fic I just posted a new chapter for and I lose the motivation to write anything at all for a couple days because gods, I'm thrilled y'all enjoy my stuff but damned if I've usually got the time and energy to write fanfic around Real Life!

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably a toss up between The Shadow You Cast Over Me and A Wish Your Heart Makes. (If you didn't guess one of those, uh, well... ~offers tissues~)

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh, hell, good luck trying to pin that one down! Seriously, I can't pick, go look for yourself.

Do you get hate on fics?

Not...exactly? I mean, I once got some dumbass complaining in the comments of my clearly tagged WinterIron soulmate AU that he wanted to read WinterWindow and "not this gay shit", which, dude, we're on AO3, not FanFiction.Net, the fic was very clearly tagged and you still clicked on it, so you reading "that gay shit" is all on you, buddy. Also, same fic, someone decided that because I talk about Natasha and Yasha being familiar with borscht that I was a Russian Imperialist? I dunno, people are weird.

Do you write smut. If so what kind?

.....Yes, hello, any kind of smut I write that's actually explicit rather than kept vague or Fade To Black has a separate psued. Click at your own risk, not that I have much posted there yet.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Hmmmm.... Do I have to stick with fics that I've posted and can provide links to? I've got a LOT of crossovers that either aren't posted yet or haven't been moved over to AO3 and tracking down the links on the wider web and defunct archives is difficult.... so, I'll just cop to Lethally Blonde, the MCU/stealth-Tropic Thunder crossover, for right now.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Sort of? Someone stole a segment of "More Worthy Than Believed" wholesale and tried to pass it off as theirs a few years back, but it got discovered pretty quickly by folks who'd read the original.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't know? I think someone offered to translate one of my older fics once, but I don't know if anything came of it.

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I'm listed as a collaborator for The Cadbury'verse, but aside from Bang collabs and the vague plans @rodiniaorzetalthepenquin and I have plotted about at three AM that result in one or the other of us writing fics in the same narrative universe, I don't have any posted cowritten fics.

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

~thousand-yard-stare at the above list of fandoms~ .....could you be more specific?

What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Dude, I just updated Only Different In The Details with a new chapter and the last update previously was in 2013! If the fic isn't marked as complete, it'll get finished eventually. (Or I'll die, but it's more likely the fic gets finished before then.)

What are your writing strengths?

World-building. I seriously LOVE world-building, and I really enjoy writing full AUs that really let me flex that!

What are your writing weaknesses?

.....forward planning. I can't seem to do it with any kind of reliability or regularity, and trying to write an outline is a scholastic exercise in futility, not to mention all the times I've gone looking for notes or scene snippets I could have sworn I wrote down or typed into chat somewhere and apparently sharing the vivid fever dream images in my head was yet another dream. On the other hand, I remember three different versions of those scenes in vivid technicolor, so I just have to pick one instead of starting three new WIPs.....

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

This is honestly why I'm slowly teaching myself seven different languages, and you can bet I prefer having a beta for those segments who is a native speaker. (Harder for Latin, Quenya, Vulcan, and Enochian, admittedly....)

First fandom you wrote for?

Trick question. The first fandom I ever wrote for and posted online was Animorphs, but I was writing fanfic as far back as second grade for Disney movies and the Sweet Valley Universe nominally by Francis Pascal. (Yes, I still have those notebooks. No, they will not be transcribed and archived online.)

Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Always the fic I haven't written yet. Always. What I think is my favorite now will not likely still be my favorite next year, maybe not even next month! Hell, I can't even pick a favorite out of the ones I have posted to AO3 right this second! But then, isn't that part of the fun part of writing?

Tagging.... @rodiniaorzetalthepenquin , @karategirl80 , @slytherkins , @youarentreadingthis , @sageclover61 , @hyrulehearts1123 , and @mrswhozeewhatsis . Have fun!

[themculibrary]

Clint/Darcy Masterlist

come on sweet catastrophe (ao3) - twistedingenue T, 10k

Summary: Darcy Lewis is whisked away from her dorm at Culver in the middle of the night, and really, the secret agent shit is already getting old.

Don’t Tease A Hawk (ao3) - WordsmithDee E, 6k

Summary: Darcy is bored but Clint is busy with paperwork. She learns there are repercussions for teasing the Hawk.

Emotion in Motion (ao3) - Smittywing (Smitty) E, 6k

Summary: For the prompt, Darcy’s a virgin. It’s not a big deal or anything. She just hadn’t met anyone worthy of being a first time. This guy Clint, well, he takes anything as a challenge.

Gift of Asylum (ao3) - carleton97, sister_wolf E, 47k

Summary: The story of how Darcy Lewis accidentally helps found the Avengers while having an epic, failboaty romance with that dude she nailed in a bar two years ago. Tasers, jackbooted thugs, Tony Stark, and life-altering job offers are par for the course when you help discover an alien/god dude with amazing pecs.

Having A Bit Of A Day, Here (ao3) - kellifer_fic N/R, 7k

Summary: Where Darcy gets a super power, kind of, sorta. Geez, she's just having a bit of a weird week, alright?

if you wanna fill your bottle up with lightning (ao3) - twistedingenue T, 14k

Summary: In the wake of poor life choices involving redheads and red cars, Clint’s responsible decision making skills take another header after learning that Dr Foster and Darcy have missed their last few check-ins and winds up driving out to New Mexico with Kate.

i may have a bit of a bias (ao3) - kellifer_fic T, 4k

Summary: Having an Iron Man and Captain America plush duo on your desk that you can place into compromising positions is a totally valid way to amuse yourself.

I’m Game (ao3) - DresupiF E, 13k

Summary: Darcy needs a date for her family Thanksgiving dinner to settle a bet, and Clint’s personal ad was the one she answered.

in deep with you darling (ao3) - t_fic (topaz), topaz, topaz119 (topaz) M, 48k

Summary: Darcy could have, under normal circumstances, resisted the aesthetics (however awesome they are, and holy crap are they awesome), but there’s an itch under her skin—apparently, nearly dying by giant, fire-breathing robots from space in the middle of Nowhere, New Mexico will start you questioning your life choices. Who knew?

Say it aloud (break the night into the day) (ao3) - twistedingenue E, 9k

Summary: Darcy Lewis has a very specific skill set, it mostly has to do with looking and acting like a college student. Clint does not approve of her missions shenanigans.

the best of life is but intoxication (ao3) - kellifer_fic G, 4k

Summary: Where Steve and Darcy are platonic BFFs and Tony and Clint just aren't buying it.

The Perfect Weather (ao3) - Fraulein G, 10k

Summary: Clint's paranoid. Darcy’s bravery is put to the test. Jane has a rude awakening in regards to her research. Also, Clint learns he should never underestimate a girl with a taser who’s willing to use it.

The Space Between Feathers (ao3) - thegirlgrey T, 60k

Summary: All Darcy wanted was 6 college credits and her iPod back.

(That's what she wanted, but not what she got.)

This is Not a Gothic Romance (and Clint is Not Heathcliff) (ao3) - shinykari (meinterrupted) E, 4k

Summary: Clint Barton is an idiot. This isn’t news to Darcy. What is new is waking up in his bed and hearing him talking to another woman in the other room.

T-R-O-U-B-L-E (ao3) - WordsmithDee T, 2k

Summary: Darcy Lewis and Clint Barton have an interesting first meeting that comes back to haunt Darcy.

Two Truths and a Lie (ao3) - hawksonfire G, 3k

Summary: Darcy Lewis does not lie. Clint Barton doesn’t think she can always tell when someone is lying. So they make a bet.

[ao3feed-thor]

Thor: I am Worthy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/sZR1yX4

by Legospy97

Donald Blake is an amnesiac, his only memories of his dreams. But when a strange hammer falls to Earth, he learns that he is so much more than just Donald Blake...

Words: 4455, Chapters: 8/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Legospy-Verse Marvel - Phase 1

Fandoms: Marvel, Thor (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Thor (Marvel), Donald Blake (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Clint Barton, Darcy Lewis, Erik Selvig, Loki (Marvel), Heimdall (Marvel), Phil Coulson, Odin (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Origin Story, Alternate Universe, Asgard, New Mexico

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/sZR1yX4

[multi-fandom-oneshots]

If (S)he Be Worthy (Part 3)

A/N: Sorry this is so short but I did want to show their first meeting from Clint's POV. The next chapter will move the story along more. Thanks for y'all's patience.

Part 1 & Part 2

At first Clint had been pissed. Already wounded from their raid on the Hydra Research base in  Sokovia. Despite Dr. Cho’s cradle making him good as new Cap still had this stupid rule of downtime for a minimum of 48 hours after a major injury. He hated being benched, it reminded him how human he was. He was on a team of super heroes, gods, and he was just a carnie flunky with some sharp sticks. So when he heard the alarm to assemble he rushed to the war room, Cap’s orders be damned. 

Then Cap had put him on babysitting duty! For fucks sake any SHIELD lackey could sit in a hospital  room with an unconscious civilian. So he sulked in the corner as he watched over the unconscious woman in the hospital bed. He thought she might have been pretty if she hadn’t been beaten all to hell. She had two black eyes, a stitched up cheek and a split lip. He hoped silently that her lips would heal without a scar, she had nice lips. He huffed then, this is what he had been reduced to, objectifying a hurt woman—how old was she? Shit, she was basically a kid, only 24. He was a pervert. He was berating himself about being an old lecherous man when she bolted upright gulping in air like a fish out of water. 

He didn’t want to alarm her even more, so he stayed still and watched, he’d step in if she needed him to but he doubted a strange soldier lurking in her room would help calm her nerves. Surprisingly she calmed herself and then did the last thing he had expected, she was ripping off her leads. She didn’t even blink at ripping out the IV, didn’t even give her now bleeding arm a second look. He moved then and she immediately noticed his movement. 

“Holy crap, you’re Hawkeye! Ugh I wish I had my glasses so I could ogle you properly.” The girl spoke, her voice raspy but not unpleasant. 

Clint fought back a smirk and crossed his arms, and if he flexed a little as he did so then oh well. He was only human, and the poor girl had been through a lot, might as well offer her a bit of comfort in the form of his toned arms. The girl then tried to climb out of bed ranting about Jane Foster and that spurred him into action. He grabbed her shoulders firmly, hoping he didn’t hurt her but he needed to get her back into bed. She was not well enough to be walking. He had heard the doctor’s talking about concussions and hemorrhaging and he was no doctor but he knew all that stuff was not good. So he gently but firmly pushed her back into bed. She tried to shove him off her but he barely even registered her attempts. She was arguing with him, about how she needed to get to her friend but he ignored her and just held her still. 

“You need to stay in bed. You’re gonna make yourself sick. Sudden movements and concussions don’t mix”. Clint frowned, realizing the girl wasn’t even listening to him, still ranting about Foster and jack booted thugs and Thor. 

“Thor is taking care of Jane, he’s taking her to an undisclosed location where she will be safe and the rest of the team is handling the Hydra operatives that invaded the lab.” He said forcefully, willing her to snap out of it and listen to him. Name dropping the alien god must have worked because she finally looked up at him with comprehension. And then she started to hyperventilate, realizing just how close to death she had come.  

Clint grabbed her face, spoke soothing words, hoping to talk her through her panic. He looked into her eyes, speaking in hushed tones. It took everything in him not to lose himself in those blue doe eyes, to stay in the present, but those blue orbs pulled him in like a riptide, he was man who didn’t know how to swim and he was drowning in her. He reluctantly released his hold of her cheeks once she had calmed down, subtly pressing the call button, hoping the nurse could give her something to help her calm down. 

The nurse came in and scolded him but he couldn’t seem to care, all his focus on the woman in the hospital bed. As the nurse gave Darcy some medicine to help with her anxiety he remembered the message Thor had asked him to pass on. 

He cleared his throat and hoped she was still lucid enough to comprehend his words. “Thor said he would come visit you as soon as he returned. Said no one was to speak with you about the incident until then, whatever that means.” He muttered that last part, still grumpy about being left out of the loop. 

She was clearly feeling the medication because she smiled at him like he had just told her she had won the lottery. 

“Oh, you don’t know?” She teased. He held back his frown of annoyance and just quirked an eyebrow at her. 

She yawned, clearly fighting off sleep, “I’m a princess”. 

Clint’s mouth opened, but he didn’t know what to say. It was rare that someone could render the archer speechless but Darcy had seemed to do so without even trying. He had read her file, nothing in it hinted at any ties to anything interesting, especially not being royalty. He studied her as she slept, trying to ignore the surge of protectiveness he felt for the girl in the bed before him. He had just met Darcy Lewis but one meeting was all it took for Clint to decide that she was special, and he was going to figure out why. 

[ao3feed-janefoster]

Thor: I am Worthy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/E6lAMdc

by Legospy97

Donald Blake is an amnesiac, his only memories of his dreams. But when a strange hammer falls to Earth, he learns that he is so much more than just Donald Blake...

Words: 3435, Chapters: 6/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Legospy-Verse Marvel - Phase 1

Fandoms: Marvel, Thor (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Thor (Marvel), Donald Blake (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Clint Barton, Darcy Lewis, Erik Selvig, Loki (Marvel), Heimdall (Marvel), Phil Coulson, Odin (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Origin Story, Alternate Universe, Asgard, New Mexico

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/E6lAMdc

[nephilimeq]

Darcy Lewis Headcanon

So, I have this glorious headcanon that Darcy can pick up Mjolnir. And it's simply because I can see her being completely oblivious to the fact that Mjolnir can only be picked up by someone worthy. You know, she just walks into the apartment she shares with Jane and sees it sitting on top of the table, on top of some papers she needs, and just as Thor walks in from the living room, she picks it up and hands it to him without even looking up and saying, "Mew-mew was in the way. You're just like every other guy I've ever known: a slob," and Jane and Thor just look at her in shock.

[thiccbuckybarnesfic]

Blooming Under the Dappled Light

Author: @thiccbuckybarnesfic​ 

Artist: @rufferto9​

Created for @stuckybangs​​

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Winifred Barnes, George Barnes (Marvel), Darcy Lewis, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Phil Coulson, Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Other Minor Characters, Original Characters, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Primogeniture, Primogeniture Society, No Period-Typical Homophobia, no period-typical racism, Gentleman Steve Rogers, Gentleman Bucky Barnes, Tutor Bucky Barnes, single dad Steve Rogers, widowed steve, False Identity, Kid Fic, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Top Steve Rogers, Bottom Bucky Barnes, First Time, Loss of Virginity, innocence kink, Boss/Employee Relationship, Bodice-Ripper, Accidental Voyeurism, Voyeurism, Steve/OFC (temporary), Brief Explicit Steve/Female Character, getting caught masturbating, Masturbating, Virgin Bucky, Sneaking Around, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Exhibitionism, Hidden Relationship, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Period-Typical Homophobia? don't know her, Additional Tags to the Added, Fanart, Stucky Big Bang 2021

Summary: “Primogeniture (prīmōˈjenəˌCHər) is the right, by law or custom, of the firstborn legitimate child to inherit the parent's entire or main estate in preference to shared inheritance among all or some children, any illegitimate child or any collateral relative.”

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Despite being the son of a gentleman, James "Bucky" Barnes could scarcely allow himself the hope of one day being tied to another in happy matrimony. In a society where the first-born children are revered and inherit all of a family's wealth, last-born Bucky feels trapped in a life he did not ask for.

When he makes the drastic decision to run away and become a tutor for a wealthy family, he is hoping to save enough pennies to someday have a dowry and be worthy for marriage despite his deposition. What he is not anticipating, however, is falling into the rough and skilled hands of his employer, the rakish widow Lord Steven Rogers.

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[rufferto's Art Masterpost]

[iamnmbr3]

Loki Fic Recs 5

No Return by illwynd (words: 1,331 | rating: G | Gen | Major Character Death)

Thor deals with the aftermath of loss and choices, when half the universe is gone.

The Price Paid by Lunik (words: 1,286 | rating: G | referenced Loki/Svaðilfari | norse mythology setting)

The gods agreed that he must have counselled this who is wont to give evil advice, Loki Laufeyarson, and they declared him deserving of an ill death, if he could not hit upon a way of losing the wright his wages; and they threatened Loki with violence. But when he became frightened, then he swore oaths, that he would so contrive that the wright should lose his wages, cost him what it might.

Chaos War by astolat (words: 34,203 | rating: E | Loki/Thor)

It was never easy to find Loki when he wanted to hide, but he wasn’t doing a particularly good job of it at the moment. Probably he didn’t think anyone from Asgard would be wasting their time hunting for him while the shining ones churned their way steadily through all the realm.

The Girl Who Was Happy And The Giant Who Was Not by Lunik(words: 2,210 | rating: G | Darcy Lewis/Loki )

Once upon a time there was a girl who was happy and thought she knew how to remain so. And there was a giant who was miserable and thought he knew the way to happiness. They were both wrong.

Better Days by days4daisy (words: 1,489 | rating: T | background Loki/Thor | fic set in the afterlife)

****** INFINITY WAR SPOILERS ******

Thor sees the sun. Then, he sees nothing.

Chances Lost by marchingjaybird (words: 980 | rating: E | Loki/Thor | Comics Universe)

Loki falls into old patterns again.

one of a kind by days4daisy (words: 2,525 | rating: T | frostmaster)

“You’re sick,” the Grandmaster says.

Loki hears something new in the Grandmaster’s voice. Something…curious?

Born to be Kings by Kadorienne (words: 66,618 | rating: T | Thorki)

When the princes of Asgard made their ill-fated jaunt to Jotunheim, Odin arrived to fetch them before the frost giant grabbed Loki’s arm. Odin was able to carry out his plan to make Loki his puppet king of Jotunheim. But how long will Loki remain an obedient puppet?

Möbius by tegary (words: 3,131 | rating: G | Gen)

Thor is unprepared for the pure, unadulterated rush of emotion that he receives when his feet land solidly on the palace floor.

A missing scene that I would have liked to see in Avengers: Endgame.

worthy by days4daisy (words: 3,506 | rating: T | Loki/Thor)

“You are from another life. Another time.” Loki nods. With a weary chuckle, Thor sits again upon the grass. “Even so,” Thor says, “the sight of you from any age brings me joy, Loki.” He offers a weak smile. How old he looks, this shade of Loki’s proud brother.

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

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Clint Barton x Female Masterlist 2

part one

an anchor, mooring me here (ao3) - andibeth82 clint/natasha T, 14k

Summary: Clint purses his lips, walking to the back of the store. “You like history?”

“Not particularly,” she says carefully, dragging a finger across the shelves as she follows him. “But I would like to learn about it, I think.”

(aka the AU in which Clint is retired from S.H.I.E.L.D. and owns a used bookstore in Brooklyn, and Natasha takes the wrong direction on the subway, and as it turns out, there are a lot of secrets between people who run from their past lives.)

And Then There Was Us (ao3) - SLynn clint/maria M, 40k

Summary: Maria Hill thought she knew what she wanted out of life.

but the silence spoke volumes (ao3) - andibeth82 clint/laura T, 12k

Summary: There is the relationship you build for yourself, and then there is the one that finds you. And sometimes, in the strangest of ways, they find each other.

[Laura trusted Natasha enough to know she could put her husband back together in ways that she couldn’t, and Natasha trusted Laura enough to know that if she had to leave Clint for weeks on end, he would be taken care of in a way no one else would bother to understand.]

Christmas at the Bartons’ (ao3) - ejdvdsn clint/laura T, 27k

Summary: The fic in which the Bartons scheme to get the former-Avengers and cohorts, back together for Christmas. Because what could possibly go wrong?

Come and pin me down (ao3) - chezamanda clint/natasha E, 3k

Summary: Natasha Romanoff always gets what she wants.

Emotion in Motion (ao3) - Smittywing (Smitty) clint/darcy E, 6k

Summary: For the prompt, Darcy's a virgin. It's not a big deal or anything. She just hadn't met anyone worthy of being a first time. This guy Clint, well, he takes anything as a challenge.

Espresso Con Panna (The Pour-Over Mix) (ao3) - t_fic (topaz), topaz, topaz119 (topaz) clint/kate E, 9k

Summary: Of course, some of the people Kate was taking care of were more interesting than others, but hey, she was reasonably sure a jury of her peers (i.e., single and right-down-the-middle-Kinsey, male or female) would not convict her of bad taste when it came to making sure Mr. Espresso Con Panna lounging in the corner was super-definitely taken care of.

With a personal touch.

Imagine The World A Little Smaller Tonight (ao3) - geckoholic clint/kate T, 8k

Summary: The Hawkeyes get soulbonded. They deal about as well as one would expect.

in deep with you darling (ao3) - t_fic (topaz), topaz, topaz119 (topaz) clint/darcy M, 48k

Summary: Darcy could have, under normal circumstances, resisted the aesthetics (however awesome they are, and holy crap are they awesome), but there’s an itch under her skin—apparently, nearly dying by giant, fire-breathing robots from space in the middle of Nowhere, New Mexico will start you questioning your life choices. Who knew?

Nothing Says Romance Like A Quickie In The Stairwell (ao3) - startrekkingaroundasgard clint/natasha E, 3k

Summary: Clint and Natasha are passionate people. Unfortunately, they don’t have much luck when it comes to expressing such desire and more often than not are interrupted before either finishes. These are 3 times when they were interrupted and 1 when they aren’t.

Protecting Her (Not Falling in Love) (ao3) - secondalto clint/pepper M, 6k

Summary: Pepper Potts gets a threat, Clint Barton is assigned to watch over her.

Say it aloud (break the night into the day) (ao3) - twistedingenue clint/darcy E, 9k

Summary: Darcy Lewis has a very specific skill set, it mostly has to do with looking and acting like a college student. Clint does not approve of her missions shenanigans.

Sword Meet Bow, Bow Meet Sword (ao3) - CaptainJimothyCarter clint/peggy G, 1k

Summary: Clint Barton blames the universe for bringing him together with Captain Carter, aka his lifetime crush. Now he's sure the universe is fucking with him because Coulson wants /him/ of all people to help Peggy adjust to the world?

Fate is a cruel, cruel being because he's not prepared to handle this.

this beautiful thing won't change (ao3) - andibeth82 clint/laura E, 44k

Summary: One night, a SHIELD agent stumbles into the life of a nice Midwestern girl.

This is the story of their beginning.

[A Clint and Laura Barton origin story.]

Two Truths and a Lie (ao3) - hawksonfire clint/darcy G, 3k

Summary: Darcy Lewis does not lie. Clint Barton doesn't think she can always tell when someone is lying. So they make a bet.

When Clint Met Laura (ao3) - seriousfic clint/laura T, 8k

Summary: Laura wasn’t sure what she should’ve thought about having a man leap into her car, covered in blood, gun in hand, and demand that she drive, but she was pretty sure it shouldn’t have been 'he’s kinda cute.'