For @wahwahwaffles, this probably isn’t what you had in mind but it’s here anyway?

Bucky woke up on the outskirts of Santa Rosa. It was dawn and Steve was pulling the car into the parking lot of some tiny coffee place. Bucky’s neck hurt from sleeping with his head against the window. He refrained from comment when Steve chose what all Bucky’s training told him was the wrong parking spot, just wordlessly stretched his neck and shoulder as Steve went inside. When he came back out again, Bucky was handed a bag of donuts and coffee with not enough cream.

“Where are we?” Bucked asked, voice rough from sleep.

“New Mexico.”

“We headed for the border? I can drive if you wanna sleep?”

“Nah, I got it. We’re not going to the border, though. We’re going to Puente Antiguo.”

Rather than going back out onto the interstate, Steve took a smaller road. Bucky scratched at his hair, wondering when he would next get the chance to wash it. “What the fuck is in Puente Antiguo?”

“Not much, but I got a surprised lined up for you.”

“I’m a hundred years old now, I can’t handle surprises.” Bucky took a scalding gulp of coffee.

Steve laughed, “you’ll like this one. Now gimme a donut.”

Bucky held out the bag and let Steve rummage through it for the chocolate coated one. Then he let Steve keep driving and blearily watched the desert roll by.

If Bucky had ever been to this part of the country, he didn’t remember. It looked exactly how he’d picture it, so maybe he had. He used to know someone from here. A girl. Long ago, before the war. 

He rolled down the window and let the cool air blow his hair around. He squeezed his eyes shut and remembered: Darcy and the best six months of his life.

He almost wished the memories weren’t there. It was painful to think of how young and stupid and happy he’d been. Finding a dame in the park, in tears after her purse got stolen. He and Steve had put her up in their apartment, sharing Steve’s bed and giving Bucky’s room to Darcy. They’d helped her out, got her clothes even if they were secondhand. Bucky had scored her a job; a filing girl in the same building where he worked in the mailroom, he seemed to recall. Or had she been in the mailroom and he was something else? He definitely remembered the two of them walking to and from work every day, arm in arm. And that his boss thought they looked good together. Darcy had been sweet and funny. A little firecracker, no taller than Steve. And always wore that sweater with the cherries embroidered on the chest. She’d paid their kindness back, putting her money in with theirs for food and rent. And she’d paid them back in kisses, and in gentle little touches, like cuddling up to Steve while he was doing the dishes and nuzzling at the back of his neck. Or sitting on Bucky’s knee while they both read the paper. Outside, she was Bucky’s girl. But behind closed doors, it was Bucky and Steve and Darcy. No matter how much the neighbours tsked and told them they were living in sin, playing house.

Bucky hoped that wasn’t the surprise. That Steve had tracked down Darcy, now an old lady. He didn’t care if he was selfish, not wanting to see the family she must have built for herself when she’d gone back to New Mexico. She’d deserved a happy life, not to see him now as a shell of soldier. Would it be better or worse to simply arrive at her grave?

“You’re not even gonna give me a clue?” Bucky asked.

“Nope. This was way too long and complicated to track down to start spoiling it now.”

They passed a roadsign, ‘Puente Antiguo 19 miles.’

There was an uptick in traffic as people started making their way to work. The temperature rose and the sun brightened in the sky.

Puente Antiguo turned out to be a thin veneer of a town scraped across a section of desert. A diner, a garage, a pet store, a cluster of houses. Farm houses speckled in the distance. And a disused car dealership that had grown satellite dishes out of the roof like giant mushrooms.

Steve pulled the car up alongside a large van, which also sported a satellite. “Here we are, Buck. Surprise is inside.”

Bucky sat squinting in the hot sun at the strange surroundings. In through the large window, he could see more machinery and computers that did god only knows what. And on the back wall was an enormous printed star chart. Was this an observatory? The 21st century was weird to him in a lot of ways but this was really pushing the envelope.

Steve, done waiting for Bucky to figure anything out, got out of the car and strode up to the glass door, giving it a firm couple of taps. Bucky slowly opened the door and followed, his boots crunching in the dusty gravel. Behind them, the town was waking up. The garage started welding something, and the diner’s bell jingled as the first customers ventured in.

An unfamiliar woman hollered for them to come inside the dealership-slash-observatory, so Steve pushed the door open and walked in. Where Bucky took a good long look around the place - with notes and photos pinned up and a transparent board with long, scary looking equations written in red - it clearly wasn’t Steve’s first visit. He made a beeline for an office in the back where Thor was waiting for them, with two women. One was pacing and writing in a notebook, chewing on one pen while another was balanced behind her ear. And the other?

Darcy. Not an old lady, but exactly the way she had been. Not a day older and sitting on at a high table, with her hands wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee. She was even wearing that goddamned cherry sweater. Bucky’s jaw dropped.

Steve, the smirking little punk, walked right up to her and placed a kiss on the top of her head. He turned back to face Bucky, with his hands on Darcy’s shoulders. “Surprise.”

Bucky couldn’t manage a single sound.

Was this a dream? Was he still asleep in the car, or back in cryo? It couldn’t be real, that was too good to be true. And yet here his Darcy was, waiting patiently for him to pull himself together. Bucky felt his throat tighten and his eyes well up with tears.

“H-how?” he stammered.

Darcy put her mug down and opened her mouth.

“You have no idea how important this is. We’ve been trying to get a handle on the data this threw up for the last year,” the other lady said. “The fact that she was able to go back at all is groundbreaking and the difference in perceived time? Oh, my god. I-”

“I time traveled, Bucky” came Darcy’s beautiful voice. Just as he remembered. “I spent six months with in nineteen-forty but I was only gone from here, like, six minutes. You will be shocked at the amount of detail I had to go into to get Jane to believe that I was in a polyamorous relationship with Captain America and the Winter Soldier for six minutes.”

Bucky swallowed around the lump in his throat.

“Tracking someone down is a lot harder when they turn out to be seventy years younger that you think they are,” Steve said, when Bucky said nothing. “We just so happen to have some mutual friends, so we got lucky.” He jerked his head towards Thor, who raised his own mug in salute.

“S-so, wait,” Bucky took one step forward, “that whole bit about being on vacation to New York and getting mugged?”

“Total lie, sorry,” Darcy said, getting off her chair. She was just as small as she had been before, like Steve wasn’t anymore.

“But you wouldn’t have believed me then. Can you forgive me?” She held out her arms for a hug and Bucky wasted no time. But instead, he scooped her up into his arms, like a new bride, and pressed a big smacking kiss to her lips. In the background, Thor and Jane cheered. And Darcy let out a tiny squeal and kissed him right back.

When Natasha Romanoff introduced Darcy Lewis to Steve Rogers for the first time, she hadn’t expected them to know each other already and she definitely hadn’t expected Darcy to flip the hell out when she laid eyes on Steve.

“You,” the normally chirpy brunette hissed, pointing an accusing finger at a wide-eyed Steve. “What is he doing here?”

Natasha looked from one to the other, suddenly very interested. “This is Steve Rogers, Darcy. Captain America.”

Darcy looked stunned. She snapped her gaze to him and said incredulously, “You’re the Captain? No! You can’t be.”

Steve looked guilty. “I can explain.”

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anonymous asked:

Is there a follow up on Steve VS 123...5 chickens? I'd just like to see how that went down

Previous fill here!


Darcy was awesome for a lot of reasons.  She was incredibly helpful when it came to pop culture references and only sassed him a little.  She took no shit, not even from Thor (no matter how heart-meltingly he could smile).  She’d introduced him to the Dead Kennedys and Primus and the beauty of dipping fries in soft-serve (It’s a Frosty, Steve).  

She was also awesome because she’d agreed, with a wicked gleam in her eye, to release four chickens labeled 1, 2, 3, and 5 in the Tower while Steve was on assignment.  The first indication that things were going swimmingly was a Snapchat from Clint of a chicken poking around the communal kitchen with the caption the Poultry Mafia is here for you.  Are you really on assignment, or did you enter the witness protection program? Asking for a friend that is definitely not a chicken.

It was the call from Tony, though, that truly tested Steve’s ability to keep a straight face.  

“I don’t care what’s happening right now, where the hell did you get a t-shirt that fits a chicken that has the Robot Chicken logo on it?  I have to know.  I didn’t even know that you knew Robot Chicken was a thing.  It’s brilliant and also I hate you, Dum-E has been cleaning up chicken shit in my lab all day.”

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Tony.”

“The chicken.”  Tony deadpanned.  “The chicken wearing a t-shirt and an ID tag on it’s foot that says ‘3′.” 

“I’m terrified of chickens, Tony.  Don’t you remember?  I didn’t have anything to do with this.”

There were a series of strangled sounds on the other end of the line that Steve presumed were an indication that Tony was struggling to find words and failing. 

Tony finally settled on: “Butthead.” And hung up.  

It was hours later, after numerous texts and pictures and snaps and only one or two calls, that Steve’s facade finally broke.  

Steve had just settled into his temporary base (a shoddy hotel room, what else was new?) when his phone rang, Bucky’s picture lighting up the screen.


Don’t you ‘Buck’ me, you asshole. Where is it? I know it’s here.

“…Where’s what?”


“There were only four chickens, Buck, one of the numbers is missing on purpose.”

If it was anyone else, I’d believe that shitty prank, but you’re a class-A punk and dollars to donuts you hid that ‘missing’ one real well so it takes us all by surprise.  I’m not having it.  Where is it, Rogers?

There was no amount of convincing that would sway Bucky and Steve had a dial tone in his ear before he could get his laughter under control.   

The next afternoon, as Steve was packing up his gear to return to the Tower, he got a Snapchat from Darcy.  Bucky was staked out in the common living space looking downright murderous.  I let a fifth chicken go this morning and labeled him ‘four’; the search should be over soon.  Barnes was on the verge of a breakdown.  In other news, he totally discovered like, six of Clint’s candy stashes, a pair of earrings Pepper lost, and three mice [I’ve adopted them and named them Moe, Larry, and Curly.  What is it with you old dudes and chickens?  

@dresupi needed a pick-me-up, so here’s what came off the keyboard. Some sick!Darcy, with a little pining, and Tony being a bro.

“What’s this?”

Darcy’s shoulders hunched up against her will, and she fought to have her body relax back into the sofa. The minute gesture caused a small avalanche of kleenex to cascade off her lap.

Why did it have to be Tony? He was only going to make fun of her. He could charm a boardroom full of angry stockholders, but he could never manage not to sound like an older brother picking at his siblings when he was in the Tower.

“Hey, short stack, what’s with all the Captain America merch? Have I not hooked you up with enough Iron Man kitsch?”

“I’m sick,” she coughed, hoping he’d be too disgusted to stick around and pry. She blew her nose for good measure, and wished she hadn’t already run out of the moisturized tissues.

“I can see that,” Tony said, plopping down next to her. He was within arm’s reach, despite her being germy and gross.

“I’m germy and gross.”

“So you are,” he said, doing that annoying head-tilt-with-eyebrow that Darcy didn’t have turned on her very often. “Jarvis, order some soup for Lewis. Broth or something. That’s what sick people like, right?”

“Certainly, sir,” Jarvis’ mild voice replied. “Would you prefer chicken noodle or tom yum, Miss Lewis?”

Darcy opened her mouth, but Tony beat her to it, “Just get both. And have some aloe tissues sent up. Your nose looks like Rudolf’s.”

“Thanks,” Darcy grumbled, pulling the thick fleece blanket up to her chin. Why had she thought leaving her bedroom was a good idea?

Tony reached out and tugged the rucked-up blanket over her toes. She watched, with growing apprehension, as his shrewd gaze took note of every single item around her.

“Even your socks have Cap on them,” he said. “Your pajamas have stars and shields, and this blanket is the vintage comic book design we gave out for his 95th birthday extravaganza in the park, when you laughed about sitting on his face and seeing fireworks.” A familiar expression of discovery clicked on Stark’s face. “Lewis, do you-”

“Makes me feel better,” she interrupted in a small voice. The roughness of her throat almost didn’t let her get it out, but she was too tired and achy to stop herself. She didn’t want to be teased, but she wanted to hold back even less.

Tony handed her the mug of tea Jane had left her with; it was cold, but that was ok. She untucked the blanket so she could stick her arm out and take it from him. It was weird enough that Tony was handing her anything that she blurted, “Not gonna get the real thing, so.”

Tony’s head rose and he cast a considering look over the top of the sofa, behind her. The back of Darcy’s neck prickled. What was he looking at?

He plucked the Iron Patriot mug from Darcy’s unresisting fingers and let it thunk onto the table, sloshing a little.

“Well- that’s enough bedside manner for me,” he quipped, jumping up from the plush sofa like he wasn’t practically old enough to need his knee joints replaced. He patted his hands on his overpriced jeans, flicked his eyes at Darcy, and said over his shoulder as he left, “You are totally germy and gross, Lewis.”

Darcy tried tossing a wadded-up tissue at him, but he was already out of range. The floor around her, she noted vaguely, was littered with balled tissues.

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bval-1  asked:

Can you do #7 shieldshock :D I don't have a ratings preference


7. ‘I’m on a long term mission to find the best possible pumpkin spice latte. Wanna hop along?’ 

Pairing: Darcy/Steve

Rating: G

“Hey, Darce.”

Darcy paused in chewing on her banana, taking a moment to collect herself, before continuing. Because the last time Steve had passed her in the communal kitchen and said ‘hey’ she had almost choked on her oatmeal in front of Tony and the Black Widow. Which had been embarrassing.

“Hey, Steve,” she answered, tossing away the peel. “How’s it going?”

“Good, good…it’s good,” he said.

Darcy froze at the trashcan before turning slowly back to face him. He was leaning against the long island, finger tracing patterns in the marble countertop.

“That’s good,” she said, nodding and she watched his nose scrunch.

“Yeah…so…” He looked up, blinked twice, lips twisting on his face before looking back down at the countertop. “So I’ve heard a lot about pumpkin spice lattes.”

Huh. “They’re…a pretty big deal this time of year, I guess, yeah,” Darcy said, walking over to lean against the opposite side of the counter.

“There’s a lot of…hyperbole nowadays,” Steve said, maybe more to himself.

“Hyperbole…and pumpkin spice lattes are literally what the world relies on for basic sanity and everyday joy now,” Darcy said.

Steve’s eyes narrowed at her for a moment and Darcy held her stony expression until his smile cracked through.

“Well everyone’s giving me a lot of shit about them and not having found ‘my brand’ so…I’m on a long term mission to find the best pumpkin spice latte. You wanna hop along? Nat said you might have ‘millenial insight.’”

“Rude,” Darcy said immediately and then felt terrible because Steve looked so genuinely distressed at the accusation. “No, I mean…don’t tell her I said that. It’s fine.” She waved her hand quickly in the air as if to erase the words.

And the smell of matchmaking on the wind.

But Steve was still wincing when she finally convinced her hand to chill out and settle down.

So she said, “Yeah. I know all about the mythical PSL. Let’s start our quest.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi. I'm so worried I'm asking too much of you but after I saw your wish prompts, I couldn't resist. I enjoy mutual pining and I wish you'd write a fic about that. Please? And thankyou.

Hi there. Since you didn’t specify a ship, I went with my default otp setting, which is Shieldshock. Hope that’s okay and hope you enjoy this ficlet. :)

It had become a habit of sorts, Steve seeking her after missions. Darcy didn’t know when it started, but she liked it, liked being the first person on Steve’s mind when he returned home from the field.

He didn’t ask for much, just sat there listening to her tell him about her day, or fell asleep on the couch if he was too tired to talk. He had nightmares often but they never spoke about them. Darcy let him set the pace, never pushing him into sharing more than he wanted to, never once forcing physical comfort on him. She was happy with just being someone who was a regular part of his life. She didn’t need more.

Then, one day he hugged her and she realized how wrong she was.

It wasn’t the first time he had touched her, but it was definitely the first time he had felt the need to bury his face in the crook of her neck and forget about real life. He held onto her for long minutes, breathing steadily into her hair while she murmured assurances in his ear.

“It’s okay… everything’s okay… you’re fine… you saved the day again…” Her words seemed to calm him and, after a while, his arms around her loosened and he pulled back with a shy smile.

“What’s for dinner?”

He caught her by surprise. He never stayed for dinner.

“Um,” Darcy said, thinking fast. “Spaghetti.”


She had always thought, when she fell in love with someone, it’d be a complicated relationship full of compromises. No guy would be able to appreciate or tolerate the work she did in Avengers Tower, constantly surrounded by genius scientists, self-sacrificing superheroes and the very real danger of occasional attacks.

But when she fell in love with Steve, it was nothing but simple. She didn’t have to lie to him about her work life, wasn’t worried he’d hide things from her (because she almost always knew what he was up to) and she definitely didn’t feel like they had a complicated relationship. He had started coming over nearly every day now. They hung out, watched movies, ate dinner and, sometimes, he spent the night.

The first time he asked if he could stay with her, he had returned from a mission with a bullet hole in his gut. He stumbled through her door and right into her waiting arms.

“Darcy.” The desperation with which he whispered her name sent her heart racing. “Let me stay here tonight.”

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Pairing:  Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers
For:  @mcgregorswench
Prompt:  [this list], “will you stop flirting with me you just got seriously injured and i’m the EMT trying to tend to your wounds in the ambulance, i don’t give a fuck that i look cute when i’m concerned, you’re lucky you’re not dead you dipshit” au

This wasn’t the first time Darcy had gotten hit on in an ambulance.  As an EMT, it kind of came with the territory.  

It was, however, the first time she really wanted to reciprocate.  

Dude was hot as hell.  Blonde hair, blue eyes.  Dorito frame.  Too bad he definitely had a concussion and probably thought she was Megan Fox or something.  

“Let me take you out for coffee sometime…” he slurred.  "You’re so pretty…" 

“He’s usually not like this…” his friend explained.  "He’s shy as hell.  He’d be mortified.“  

Darcy winked at his friend.  "I’ve heard it all before.  Don’t worry about it.”  

“Can I at least have your number?”  Hot Blonde Dorito asked.  

“Stevie… come on…” his friend pleaded.  "Let’s talk about somethin’ else, punk.“  

"I’ll give it to your friend,” Darcy told ‘Stevie’ with a smile.  She shot another wink at his friend, because it seemed to placate him enough to get an IV started.  

She had no intention of actually following through.  And she didn’t.  They dropped them off at the hospital and that was it.  

So when she got a call at work a few days later from her Hot Blonde Dorito Man, Stevie… well… color her impressed.    

  • Darcy Lewis: Steve. You're Catholic.
  • Steve Rogers, angrily watching the news and sketching a crowd of Neo Nazi's being run over by a tank with 'DIE NAZI SCUM" written over it. Needless to say. The man is not amused by their protests: Yes?
  • Darcy Lewis: What would Jesus do about it?
  • Steve Rogers, thinking seriously for a moment: Smashing their tables and chasing people with a bullwhip does not seem out of the question.
[Steve/Darcy, explicit) I'll miss you til I meet you - twistedingenue -
By Organization for Transformative Works

Steve carves out a spot for himself on the internet through an anonymous tumblr, a place where he doesn’t have to be Captain America. Darcy, starting back at Culver after a long break, isolated and alone, also restarts her own tumblr. They connect.

The Steve has a tumblr and no one knows it fic you never knew you wanted.


ShieldShock Gif Set and One-Shot Fanfiction ​ -

All’s Fair in Love and Matchmaking

Steve started to enter the lounge, but stopped as he saw the woman in red.  She was stunning. Gorgeous. A knock out.  

“Your car’s ready, Darcy! Enjoy your date and thank me later.”  Natasha sounded triumphant.




He regretted blowing off Natasha’s latest attempt at matchmaking more than he could’ve ever imagined. Self-insulting curses and expletives echoed inside his head as he realized his epic mistake- and he tried not to drool.  He stayed out of Darcy’s line of sight and stared at her hopelessly.

So beautiful…

As Darcy swept out of the room, Natasha handed her a condom.  “You look fantastic and you’re gonna need this.”

Darcy grinned and tucked it in her handbag, “If he’s as amazing as you say, we may need more.”

After she was gone, Natasha turned and called out.  “You can come out now. Did you want something?”

“Is that the woman you told me to ask out for tonight? Was THAT Darcy Lewis?”  Steve hung his head, wincing.  

Natasha raised a brow.  “Yes.  THAT was Darcy Lewis. Why do you ask?  I mean.. sure, she’s funny and gorgeous and nice. Brave, too. She laid Thor out with a Taser when they first met.  But, you ‘just want some peace and quiet’ and ‘no one can be THAT amazing’.  Right?”

He swallowed hard and looked longingly towards the door Darcy left by.  “I may have been completely wrong about that.”

Natasha’ nodded, smug.  “Uh huh. Say you’re sorry for doubting me.”

Steve sighed, “I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have doubted you.”  His expression crumpled with regret.  “I’m really sorry.” He closed his eyes tightly and shook his head.

With a triumphant air, Natasha walked past him and pulled his dark navy suit and his black dress shoes out of a nearby closet.  “Here.  Get dressed and don’t doubt me again.  Oh.  And name one of the kids after me.”  She frowned.  “Don’t gawk.  Dress. Hurry. This is planned down to the second.” She pulled out her phone and hit speed dial.  “Agent Hart?  This is Romanoff. Return to your post. I’m sorry, but you’re needed at Headquarters tonight.  I’ll have someone let your blind date know. Thank you.”

Steve stripped without further delay and put on the suit. He frowned. “Hart? Hasn’t he dated every woman on base?”

Natasha looked like the cat who had eaten the canary.  “Almost. A few of the men, too.  He’s really good in bed. If for some reason I couldn’t set Darcy up with the man most likely to be the love of her life, I was at least gonna make sure she got laid.”  She stepped closer and helped him with his tie.  “Just be yourself, Steve.  You two are perfect for each other.”

With a bashful smile, he nodded and leaned down to kiss her cheek.  “Thanks.”

Natasha stood back and looked him over.  “You look good.  Your driver’s route is shorter than hers and I gave them your name at the restaurant.  Have fun.”

Barely repressing a smirk, Steve looked askance at Natasha.  

Finally, she reached in her pocket and handed him several condoms.  “Oh?  Okay.  Here. You’re welcome.”  She chuckled.

As he dashed out he called back to her, “THANK YOU!”

reprehensiblewombat  asked:

Uh... 3 Darcy/Steve? If you're still taking prompts?

Pairing:  Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers
Word Count: 770
Prompt: #3 “I can hear your loud sex. Please stop." 

The knock on her door surprised her.  It was after ten pm, and her apartment building was pretty much dead by nine.  No pun intended, given the sheer number of elderly residents who lived there.  So when she heard a loud knock at ten-eighteen on the dot, Darcy wasn’t really expecting any visitors.  

As evidenced by her choice to skulk around her apartment in a satin bathrobe and cat slippers.  Well, she would have totally been in her more comfy and warm terrycloth bathrobe, but it was currently in the washing machine.    

So she straight up answered the door in her sexy robe from Victoria’s Secret.  No big.    

"Hi?” she said, more of a question than a greeting.  

“Hi…”  said the guy on the other side.  She knew of him.  Knew enough to know his name was Steve.  And that it should be illegal to be so hot and single and living in the apartment next to hers.  But that was as far as her knowledge went, considering she’d only worked up the courage to speak to him a grand total of three times.  

She pressed her lips together in the semblance of an awkward smile.  "What can I do for you, Steve?“  

"Uh…” he faltered, blushed.  He blushed.  Which made Darcy check really quick to make sure she wasn’t flashing him or anything.  Not that she was embarrassed per se, she had really nice boobs.  But, you know…sometimes people aren’t prepared for the awesomeness.  And that’s totally fine.  

However in this case, she totally wasn’t flashing him, and was therefore out of ideas pertaining to the nature and origin of Steve’s tomato-ey complexion.  

“Well…this is kind of awkward…but…” He took a deep breath before continuing.  "Icanhearyourloudsexthroughoursharedwallcanyoupleasekeepitdownthanks.“ 

Her eyebrows shot up.  "My loud what?” she asked, sort of aghast in disbelief.  "My loud sex?“  

Steve’s gaze went immediately up to the ceiling.  "Yes.  I know it’s probably tacky of me to come point it out, but I have to be up really early tomorrow, and honestly, I forget you’re over here sometimes, but the bed’s knocking really loudly against our shared wall and–”  

“Dude.  I am not having sex.  At least to my knowledge…”  She made a big show of looking around her apartment.  "There are no guys over here.  No girls either.  Not even any particularly fun sex toys.  I am reading on my sofa. And it’s not even smut.“  

He frowned and held his hand up to shush her, apparently listening really hard to something. "What’s that sound then?”  

She paused, listening super hard as well and almost snort-laughed out loud when she heard the soft thumping he was referring to.  "DUDE.  Oh my blob.  I am so sorry.  That’s my washing machine.  I’m washing my bathrobe and it must be loaded unevenly.“  

He let out a sound of relief.  Relieved laughter, if that was a thing.  "Oh wow…Ms…Ms. Lewis, I am so sorry to–”  

“Dude, first off, it’s Darcy.  And second, don’t even apologize, it’s fine.  I will go readjust the load and you should be off to dreamland soon enough.”  

“Thank you so much…I –”  he dropped off in mid sentence and quickly averted his gaze again, his face reddening well past tomato and onward to cherry.  Which could only mean one thing.  

Darcy glanced down to see one half of the Judds popping out to say hello.  Wynonna, it looked like.  "Oops, sorry about that…"  She pulled the black satin back over her left breast with a nervous laugh.  "I was actually…worried that was going to happen, but then forgot about it when you brought up the loud sex and…"  She let out a high nervous laugh. “Sorry.”  

Steve chuckled.  "It’s…it’s okay, actually…if you’re not embarrassed, I’m not.“ 

"I’ve got no reason to be. I mean, they’re nice, right?”

“Well, I’ve only seen the one, but I can imagine they both look…” he paused and gulped.  "Amazing.“  

Darcy tightened her robe around her waist.  "Well.  I guess if you want to know that, you’d have to…I dunno.  Buy me dinner sometime.”  

He looked surprised.  "I…you’d…you’d want me to after…“  He gestured around vaguely.  

"After coming over here and accusing me of loud sexing and then ogling my boob when it flopped out to say hello?  Of course.  Steve, you seem like a really nice guy.  I mean…you didn’t honk my breast, so you seem like a nice guy.”  

“Bar’s set pretty low, then,” he said with a short laugh.

“Only until someone raises it.”  

He jammed his hands in his pockets and stood up a little straighter.  "Are you free this weekend?“  

"Yes, I am.”  

Best COMPLETED Avengers Fics!

Okay all you fic lovers, I have some new hw for you. I want to know what the best COMPLETED Avengers fics are out there. The pairings I enjoy the most are: an Avenger/Loki x OC, an Avenger/Loki x Darcy Lewis, Cap x Tony, Bucky x Tony, and Bucky x Tony x Cap. But I’m open to expanding my horizons. In return for your suggestions, I have listed all the best fanfics I have found so far below. All have a pairing except one, “Extended Family”.

”Ghost” by @the-ice-goddess
“Amaryllis and Peonies” by @reioka
“Featherbrain” by @reioka
“Upon a Hill Across a Blue Lake” by @i-mushi
“Love All of Me” by @samptra
“Knowing” by TheNotSoMutantTurtles
“Of Wedding Vows and Pink Champagne” by @sarcasticfina
“My, What Red Lips You Have” by @sarcasticfina
“That’s Our Song on the Radio” by @sarcasticfina
“I don’t Wanna be in Love” by Kiragirl17
“Hey There, Stranger” by @sarcasticfina
“Red Lips and Green Rage” by boaterV
“What Has Been Done” by @tahlreth
“All the Broken Pieces” by Shi-Toyu
“Lyria Stark” by DJFireHawk
“In Caring for Scientists” by astarte-lydianna
“Saving the Hero” by keelhaulrose
“Sniff” by Shi-Toyu
“Don’t Say a Word” by Artemis Day
“Some Nights” by @jadziabear
“A Fighter by his Trade” by innocent-vessel
“Life is the Dance” by @psalm-fic
“If You Were My Love” by @latessitrice
“Out of the Shadows” by @cognizantcatastrophe
“I Climbed the Tree to See the World” @sarcasticfina
“Dark Matter” by innocent-vessel
“We Fell in Love in a Hopeless Place” by S.H.I.E.L.D.1
“Dear Mr. Hawkeye” by ladygris
”The Ghost of Calcutta” by @the-ice-goddess
”Silent Love” by @the-ice-goddess
“Strangeness and Charm” by LelliiTheSnake
“A Banner Year” by emptyonideas
“Extended Family” by dare-to-do-our-duty (this is the one with no main pairing)
“When Lightning Strikes” by Ellabee15
“Arrows and Apples” by Scotch
“Born to Die” by lalala777
“Change my Heart” by NavyWriterChic
“Time Off” by torchestogether
“Slings and Arrows of Outrageous Fortune” by Ellabee15
“A Second Chance” by melissawtf
“Vital Signs” by Star_trekkin_across_theuniverse
“Work With Me” by RachWarMachine
“Sorrow’s Pain” by Small Black Kitten
“Symbiosis” by @teaandbiscuitsforall
“Seraphim” by Angelbaby1231
“Through a Glass Darkly” @ozhawkauthor

So, have fun looking through my favorites, but please be sure to leave your own suggestions about COMPLETED fics! Please leave the title, author, and site where I can find it!


glynnisi  asked:

Hi! I just saw your Halloween Prompts. May I ask for ShieldShock for 22. 'Why does our apartment look like a dungeon?’'Bad dungeon or like…sexy dungeon?’29. ‘You’re the cutest person at this party, but you look like you’re freezing. Want to borrow my cape?’31. 'Holy crap. Best Halloween ever!’ ? I am comfortable with any rating you're inspired to write for them. ShieldShock is my OTP and I LOVE Halloween. So, any ShieldShock treats you can create would be loved and adored. :)

ABSOSMURFLY. This is for #22 cause I am saving #31 for the last day of the month cause of REASONS. (smutty reasons) Yay! Thank you for these prompts <3

22.’Why does our apartment look like a dungeon?’
‘Bad dungeon or like…sexy dungeon?’

Pairing: Darcy/Steve

Rating: T for intent *winks lewdly*

Steve stopped at the end of the hall before walking into the living room. He took one long look around the space, at the crumbling gray stone facade lining the walls, to the massive velvet curtains (color of dried blood) that hung in front of his floor to ceiling view of New York City, to the paper thin white cobwebs stretching across corners of the room, and then looked back behind him at the nice, normal entry hall.

“Darcy?” He called, trying to see past the bone chandelier hanging over their dining table and the rubber amputated hand holding a pile of candy in it’s palm on the coffee table by the couch.

“Hey, good looking!”

Darcy popped out from the kitchen wearing a black apron with the words ‘Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble’ in purple and orange glitter letters across the chest.

“Why does our apartment look like a dungeon?” Steve asked, sliding his training shield off his back to rest against the wall. But he thought better of it. It might get infected by the general ghoulishness that had spread across the decor since the morning.

“Bad dungeon or like…sexy dungeon?” Darcy asked, nibbling into her bottom lip. Her hair was pulled up and back and as she turned to look around them room he saw the bright plastic pumpkins at the top of her ponytail.

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lots of purple and lots of glitter

Pairing:  Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers
For:  @bloomsoftly
Prompt:  #25.  Fall Festival

Darcy plopped down on the stool in front of him and when Steve turned, he almost laughed aloud.  "Aren’t you a little old for this?“  

She shrugged.  "You’re never too old for face painting, Rogers.  Now, glitz me up good, I wanna be a fairy.”  

When she’d gotten him to volunteer for this job, he’d been a little wary, but all of these inner city kids were really having a blast at the fall festival Tony had set up.  And apparently getting one’s face painted by Captain America was super cool and really fun.  

Even if most of it involved having to be still, which as far as Steve could recall, wasn’t something kids generally liked.  

He’d been ready to close up shop, most of the kids were on their way home and the clean up crews were starting.  

But when Darcy appeared in front of him, setting her Stark tablet and headset on the table beside him, he wanted to stay there for as long as she was.  And painting her face like a fairy certainly fulfilled that desire.

He wasn’t really prepared for how intimate something as innocuous as face painting could be.  There was a lot of him having to cradle her face.  To stroke against her cheek.  To gaze into her eyes.  

Okay, so the last part wasn’t really necessary, but it still happened.  A lot.  

“What kind of fairy are you, Darcy?” he asked, his hand hovering over the different paints.  

“Whatever kind you think I am, Steve.”  

He wasn’t sure if ‘beautiful and funny’ were fairy types, so he opted for lots of purple and lots of glitter.  She seemed to like both.  


Darcy hastily wiped the tears from her cheeks as Steve poked his head through the door.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, I just,” she sniffed, “needed some air…”

Steve said nothing but looked down at her with such sad, puppy dog eyes. He didn’t believe her blustering excuse and nor should he. Everyone in the room had just heard her father selectively exclude Darcy from his little R&D playground and backhandedly insult her too. The fact that Tony hadn’t even noticed, or meant it, stung all the more. Darcy couldn’t bring herself to look Steve in the eye and hung her head as her eyes brimmed with tears again.

“Here,” Steve offered her a clean blue handkerchief. After she took it, he gently rubbed his hand across the back of her shoulders. Darcy took several deep breaths and let out weary sighs.

“I don’t even know why it still upsets me. You’d think I’d be used to it.”

“You shouldn’t have to get used to it,” he replied, his voice deep and warm. “If it’s any consolation, I don’t think he did it on purpose.”

“Honestly? That’s actually worse. I mean, if he actively hated me, I don’t know, it might be easier to just say ‘fuck it’ and never look back.”

Her face crumpled and she couldn’t suppress the first sob. Steve prised the champagne flute from her hand and set it down in the plant pot by the door, then wrapped both arms around her.

@zephrbabe call the cops because this killed me. 

I drew this out ages ago and wrote some more nonsense where Tony gets yelled at and has to go apologise and finds Steve and Darcy cuddling on the sofa but frankly it was getting too close to a therapist’s jurisdiction and not a fanartist’s so I called it done. 

Birthday Cakes In Bars

Happy birthday to @idontgettechnology !! I hope your day is full of delicious treats and that this is one of them for you. <3s

Pairing: why it’s Darcy/Steve shieldshock of course!!

Words: 1647

Rating: M for language and general shenaniganry

Darcy was working her way through the collection of naughty themed alcoholic drinks - she liked the name of Sex with An Alligator, but so far the Leg Spreader was her favorite - while the rest of her party hollered at the man who was rolling his stomach on the stage, slowly stripping out of his construction vest.

Darcy grinned as he revealed a little belly, furry and undefined, lights bouncing off the reflective tape on his orange vest.

Natasha had picked the venue. Called it ‘authentic’ which Darcy had squinted at until they’d pulled up in Pepper’s SI arranged limousine and the awning had declared it ‘Amateur Night.’ And it was kind of the cutest thing she’d ever seen. These guys were so earnest and nervous with the women cheering for them.

And earnest and nervous really did it for Darcy.

The construction worker - she was pretty sure he was an actual city construction worker who she’d passed on 11th in the past week or so - finished up in a pair of clean tighty whiteys, his tool belt, and work boots. Darcy giggled as she watched Maria Hill slip a twenty into the front of his belt as he thrusted and winked at her.

“I have a surprise for you.”

Darcy spun her chair to face Natasha who had slinked backstage a couple acts ago.

“Oh?” Darcy asked, and tried not to wince.

“I can see your eye twitching,” Natasha said. “Come sit at the front, please.”

She wanted to be a good sport about it, she really did. It wasn’t Natasha’s fault she didn’t know that Darcy had a perfectly good view waiting for her back at the Tower.

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phoenix-173  asked:

I need some ShieldShock since Emma is inundating my feed with pantsless Chris Evans.

Pairing:  Darcy/Steve

Word Count:  490

Prompt:  Logger

Tags:  No Powers AU, Lumberjack!Steve, Meet-Cute

Warnings:  None

A/N:  Shameless self-indulgence on my part.  This is bearded lumberjack Steve who reads Jane Austen.  But if I can’t have this in fanfiction, where can I have it?  

Darcy would be lying if she said she didn’t like it when the loggers came through.  Ever since she was old enough to appreciate the male form, she liked to hang out at the diner where they frequented.  Just to catch a glimpse of all that muscle in flannel shirts.  

This wasn’t to say that every single one who came through looked like an Abercrombie and Fitch model…but some did.  

Like the one sitting all by his lonesome at the end of the bar.  Coincidentally beside the only empty stool in the whole place.  He was sculpted in the likeness of Adonis.  With a red flannel checkered shirt and jeans that were obviously made especially to adorn his perfect ass.  

Oh and his perfectly shaggy beard.  Let’s not forget the beard, shall we?

And to top it all off, he was reading a book.  

So he was basically porn on two legs.  Unbutton a few buttons, and he’d be on the cover of those romance novels she loved reading so much.  She didn’t care which buttons.  Just pick a few and unbutton them.

“This seat taken?” she asked, drawing his attention.  

He turned to look at her with blue eyes so deep they probably housed things yet undiscovered by the scientific community.  “Not yet.”  

“Mind if I do?”  

“Not at all.”  He dog-earred the page of the book, which made Darcy cringe a little, but it was his book, he could do what he wanted with it.  

“You come here often?” he asked, grinning widely.  She could swear his teeth sparkled.  

She shrugged.  “Depends.”  

“On what?”  

“If there are people like you here…”  

“People like me?”  He glanced around at the other patrons.  The implication was obvious.  People like him were a dime a dozen.  

Darcy was out to prove him wrong on that.  

“Yeah…people who work as loggers and yet read…” She turned his book slightly to center the title.  “Pride and Prejudice in greasy spoon diners….oh my god.”  Darcy looked up into his eyes.  “Are you even real?”  She reached out to poke his shoulder.  “Or did I dream you up?”  

He laughed.  “It’s for a class, actually…I’m taking online classes…trying to finish out my bach degree…no offense, but this isn’t my cup of tea.”


Ugh.  Maybe he was too good to be true.  He was probably about to start in with why he hated the romance genre and blah blah blah mansplaining.  

“Yeah…I liked Emma better?  I felt like it really was her better work…”  

“Oh?  Do tell.  I’m Darcy Lewis by the way…” she stuck out her hand.  

“Steve Rogers,” he replied, taking it.  “Let me buy you a cup of coffee first, because I’m actually planning on writing my end of term paper on this?  But I need to bounce some theories off someone who doesn’t have trees on the brain…” he gestured to the man seated on his right.  

“I am all ears.”  

[Part 2 Here]