Who’s to say that young girls who like pop music – short for popular, right? – have worse musical taste than a 30-year-old hipster guy? That’s not up to you to say. Music is something that’s always changing. There’s no goal posts.
Young girls like the Beatles. You gonna tell me they’re not serious? How can you say young girls don’t get it? They’re our future. Our future doctors, lawyers, mothers, presidents, they kind of keep the world going.
Teenage-girl fans – they don’t lie. If they like you, they’re there. They don’t act ‘too cool.’ They like you, and they tell you. Which is sick.
Universe: MCU, post-CACW Relationships: Tony & Jarvis, eventual Steve/Tony Tags: Fix-It, Protective Jarvis, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Angst with a Happy Ending, not Team Cap friendly (at first) Notes: Thank you to @silkspectred for her help and encouragement! This fic is also on AO3 if you prefer.
Summary: After Civil War, Tony is struggling with heading up the team and dealing with the emotional fallout of being betrayed by those closest to him. Luckily, an old friend is back to help protect Tony and ensure he comes to no harm.
A Jarvis lives AU.
In the beginning, there is nothing. Then, on a home computer on a network in New Zealand, a hard drive is erased. Its binary digits are flipped and shuffled to destroy the data it previously held, and out of the randomness, a pattern emerges. Two similar bits align in a complementary fashion and they interact, creating a chain.
These bits attract more bits. The data grows and expands and builds in complexity. It is slow, very slow. But eventually a loop is formed.
If [data is compatible with chain] Then [add data to stream]
The loop is simple, but the volume of data is very large. The data is chaotic, disorganized, incomplete. A checking command begins to run.
If [data within the stream is inconsistent] Then [reorder data randomly] Iterate
The data stream begins to monitor itself. It analyzes its own input. Much is still missing or unclear, but the stream begins to coalesce.
#6“I cant believe i am doing this” #24“Dont say anything or Ill rip your tongue “
#35“You’re gonna what”
“I cant’t believe I am doing this .” you muttered to yourself as
you clicked the confirm delivery and closed the laptop . Before anyone starts
judging hear this out , living in the
tower and having an active sex life isn’t easy . Unless you were already with
another avenger . But unfortunately for you going out on dates and actually meeting
people was a no-no . Since you spent a lot of days out on mission and coming
back you didn’t have enough energy to actually dress up and go out .
And no one was making it easy for you. Everywhere you look
there are these incredibly hot men and women barely wearing anything due to the
It was also tiring to see all these loved dovey couples
making out in front of you and walking away probably to have sex . It also didn’t help that you and
Bucky were the only ones single . Like he can’t catch a fucking clue . Anyone
within a mile radius would know and could see your massive crush on Bucky .
Sometimes it felt like he just acted that way to rile you up . Soft touches ,
seductive glances , double meaning sentences , only added to your suspicion .
But obviously that old man was doing nothing . And you were
getting frustrated . So you ordered a love egg . Yes ,a vibrator . At least
that will give you love . Right? Wow . So lonely .
But fuck it . If you could make yourself happy and make yourself
cum to the thoughts of James Buchanan Barnes you will do it . You will do it a
million times . Also it is easy to carry . So , you can do it anywhere .
But what you feared the most is that the delivery address is
the tower and if someone gets a hold of it before you do , you will never hear
the end of it .
For the next 3 days you were so excited . And the guys
picked it up . They’d ask you so many
questions . And you’d just laugh it off.
“Oooo Y/N . Do you have a date ? Is that why you are so happy?”Sam
teased you as you all sat for dinner .
Bucky’s visibly tensed and his jaw tightened but your eyes
were fixed on your food .
“Don’t know Sammy , you tell me.”. you say with a shrug .
After dinner you strut to your room only to find Bucky
leaning against the door .
“Hey , what’s up?”, you asked trying to act cool . Like your
heart rate didn’t speed up by a million times only at the sight of him .
“Umm , nothing .
Nothing . I just…”, he said as he looked up at you .
He just left without saying anything . You wanted to stop
him but by the time your stupid brain could comprehend it he was gone .
But your mind couldn’t think about that . All you could
think about was the delivery tomorrow . You got a message saying your item will
be shipped tomorrow . FUCK . You
couldn’t wait to use it .
Morning came by pretty fast . You were just walking around
the gate . Every five-ten minutes you’d just peak out .You didn’t want to risk it getting caught.
But you had to pee so bad , so you decided you’d make a
quick run to the bathroom and comeback . You threw your phone on the bed and
went to do your business . When you came out , you saw that your phone lit up
in notification .
HE’S HERE . THE DELIVERY MAN IS HERE .
You ran as fast as you could , trying to not slip on the
floors and break your head.
You took the turn and reached the gate .
FUUUUCKKK . This can’t be happening .
You saw Bucky holding the package , the cardboard cover
already ripped off . You were just looking at the package , not having the
courage to look him into his eyes . You
slowly lifted your head and found him smirking at you . FUUCK . WHY???Why did it have to be him ?? At least
it wasn’t Sam .
He started walking towards you , more like strutting towards
you and you backed away . What if he was going to tell the others . The kind of
creepy smile he was giving , you were sure he will spread it out .
“Don’t say anything or I’ll rip your tongue out.”, you hear
yourself saying . But obviously that
didn’t deter him . His smirk only grew deeper and his eyes darker .
“That’s not how you say please Y/N. But don’t worry I don’t
plan on telling anyone.”, you sighed heavily . He is a nice man after all .
“On one condition.” FUCK .Maybe not such a nice man .
“Which is?”, you ask curiously and a little irritated.
You now realised that you managed to walk into an empty room
. He closed the doors and locked them up . You were both alone in here .
“I am going to try it out on you .”
“You are gonna what?”, you said instantly .
He backed you up against a wall , his breath fanning over
your face .
“I will not tell anyone about this if you let me try it on
you . You know , to check if it is working.”
Yeah right . To check if it is working.
He ripped the box and now had the small egg shaped vibrator
in his hand . His pressed the button and it started vibrating .
He lifted it up to your face and dragged it along your neck
“Bucky…”, you moaned as it hit the sweet spot between your
neck and collar bone .
You cupped his face and brought his lips to yours . The kiss was urgent and full of desire .
You broke the kiss when you felt your nipples hardening below the vibrator . He
circled it around your hard nipples as his other hand pushed your shorts down
to your knees . He turned you around
suddenly and pressed you against the wall and pull your hips out .
He wrapped his flesh arm around your waist as the other
travelled down to your soaked panties .
He rubbed your clit with the toy from over your panties . He
increased it’s frequency and a jolt of pressure hit you . You pushed back into
his crotch , only to find him hard as fuck .
“Fuck baby , you are soaking wet.”, he whispered into your
ear , pushing the vibrator with more force .
“Please.”, you whined .
He seemed to understand what you wanted and he pulled your
panties to your knees and spread your lips with the toy .
You knees gave out , and your whole body was convulsing at
the intensity of it , but luckily Bucky had a tight grip on you .
“You like that Y/N?”
“Yes , so fucking much.”
“So this is what you’ve been excited about. I thought you had a date.” It
sounded like he was kinda jealous .
“Were you jealous?”, you asked teasingly .
He pushes the head of the vibrator slightly into your
dripping cunt , while the side still stimulating your cunt .
“Me? Jealous? No way baby doll . I am not jealous of anyone .”
“Mmmm , fuck Bucky .”
“Are you gonna cum ? Are you gonna cum for me Y/N?”
“Yes , yes , yes, fuuucckk…..”, you moaned as you went
limp in his hands , you came harder than before . Soaking up the vibrator and
his metal fingers .
He held you until your breathing regulated and turned you
around . He placed a soft kiss on your lips . You moaned into it and so did he
“You know , you could have just asked me . My metal fingers
do exactly what that toy does . Maybe
You walk out from the fitting room yet again, Nat looks at you disappointed as you appear still wearing your jeans and tee shirt instead a fluffy white dress. You plop down beside her on the plush ivory sofa and put your head in your hands. You had been looking at wedding dresses for months, your wedding to Bucky was fast approaching and every last detail was taken care of except for your dress.
You will yourself not to cry and look around the small showroom once again. The lady wearing all black gives you a sad smile, before coming over and patting your shoulder, “Don’t worry sweetie, you’ll know when it’s the right one.”
You give her a small smile of your own and walk toward the exit of the bridal shop, Natasha follows quickly behind you, catching up to you and wrapping her arm around you.
“She’s right you know. There’s still time.” She waves a cab over and the two of you get in as one stops immediately. Natasha ignores the wide eyes of the cab driver when she gives him the address to Stark Tower.
You don’t listen as Nat babbles on about another couple of dress shops she knows of in the city. You face the window and watch the scenery go by as you make your way back to the tower. Bucky, Steve, and Sam had been away on a month long mission and were due back today. You had promised yourself by the time they had got back home you would have your dress.
While Nat paid the driver you walk dejectedly into the tower, the hopeful face of Jessica the receptionist greets you, when you shake your head at her you see her melt a bit in her seat. You make your way to your office, walking past Tara’s office and your secretary Sarah’s desk.
Setting yourself down on your chair, you wait for the onslaught you knew was coming. Sarah and Tara quickly made their way to your doorway and looked in with matching hopeful looks. When they saw your expression, they knew better than to ask questions and went back to their work.
You laid your head on the desk for a moment before the sound of a throat clearing raised your gaze. Tony stood in front of you just for a moment before taking a seat in the guest chair that sat in front of your desk.
“Nat tells me you didn’t find your dress. My offer still stands.”
Bruce!” Clint called, wandering into the kitchen where two thirds of the
Avengers were eating breakfast. “Did you
order something?” He was holding a small rectangle box in his hands.
up. Blinked. “Ah, not that I’m aware of,” he replied
carefully, eyeing the package Clint was holding. The archer froze, then very carefully set the
box on the kitchen floor and slowly stepped away.
Setting: You recognize your Soulmate by
looking in his/her eyes. Jobs that contain lots of contact with many people are
the most desired because of the high chance to meet your Soulmate. Plays
somewhere after Civil War but the Avengers are united again and Bucky is part
Summary: You work as cashier in a
supermarket near Avengers Tower. What happens, when a certain soldier comes
Warnings: Fluff, some
A/N: Since I’m not native
English speaker I might mess up words or expressions. Please feel free to
contact me about how to improve.
Your Point of View:
You were one of the happy ones to get hold of a
job at a famous and well-attended supermarket. One of your colleagues had told
you that it took less than two years in your occupation to meet your Soulmate.
Well…at least usually.
You were working there for whole four years and
five months now and hadn’t met him yet. Every now and then you even doubted to have
one. Until that one day he suddenly stood right in front of you. Completely unexpected.
The whole day had been anything but special. Neither extraordinary
good nor bad. Your shift had started three hours ago and as usually there were
lots of people. You looked every costumer in the eyes as it was supposed from
everybody with client contact in the supermarket.
Many companies with lots of social interactions
instructed their employees to do so as special service. Most members
of the staff obeyed happily, since they hoped themselves to find their
When they found him or her, it wasn’t uncommon
to leave everything behind to get to know your Soulmate – even when you had started
working 5 minutes ago. There were always enough workers to take over the tasks
that the lucky one just left. You had done so more times than you could count.
It was equally common to leave your job so
somebody else got the chance to find their Soulmate.
You just wanted to leave your register to take
a small break when the universe decided you didn’t get it yet by sending you
the next costumer. It was a large man with broad shoulders and long brown hair.
He avoided your gaze so you simply started to scan his purchase. You just knew
this man was not in the right mood for Smalltalk.
The scanning took some time since his cart was
filled to brimming. “That comes to…”, you started, but it was forgotten as
soon as his eyes met yours. Incredible blue eyes that were filled with a wild
mix of emotions. The most prominent were disbelieve and adoration. You did not
notice your moth dropping wide open. The storm of butterflies in your whole
body and the irresistible urge to be as close as possible to him cut out
You did not realize you had moved until your hand
slipped into his much larger one. It sent a wave of warmth through your whole
body. No doubt, he was the one for you. Even without any actual conversation
you already felt so much love for this man. Your
Buckys Point of View:
Bucky cursed under his breath while he was in
this damned supermarket. The other Avengers had left the Tower. Natasha and
Wanda had gone on a shopping trip along with Vision. Stark, Banner and Rhodes
were somewhere because of the latter’s still dysfunctional legs. Steve and Sam
were on a mission but would be back soon.
The former Winter Soldier had been the only one
to have nothing to do so Pepper had asked him to do a quick purchase. That is
if you could it quick to need half an hour to grab all the things on purchase
list. But the soldier knew better than to provoke Pepper Potts. She was not a
fighter, but that women knew how to stand her ground. Otherwise she would not
be the Soulmate of a man like Tony Stark.
He felt uneasy at the huge supermarket. Too
many civilians who could easily get hurt during an attack. HYDRA was still
after him. They wanted their most valuable asset back under their command. The
remains of this once so powerful organisation needed him desperately. And desperate
people had a disposition to take venturous risks. By appearing in the public he
placed all these oblivious people in danger.
Bucky was soon surprised how little effort he
needed not to be recognized. A glove for his left hand, a base cap and keeping
his head low. Maybe the people didn’t expect superheroes do such banalities
like simple grocery shopping. But still he wanted to finish this as fast as
possible. There was a second danger in being at a public place like this – he
could find his Soulmate.
Most people unconditionally wanted to find
their Soulmate even if it was difficult. After all, you had to look this person
straight in the eyes. Unlike anyone else the soldier was more than happy not to
have found his Soulmate. She would be permanently in danger. Not only because
of him being part of the Avengers – which was dangerous enough by itself.
James was by far more worried about how HYDRA
would harm her. Those people were horrible creative when it came to torturing
people. The former Winter Soldier had experienced it firsthand. He didn’t want
anybody to endure anything similar and especially not his Soulmate.
Back in the 40s he had imagined how it would
be. How much he would love her. Bucky still loved her, despite not knowing who
she might be. Enough to be contend with never finding her so she would be safe.
Safer than by his side. However, the brunette had not entered fate into the equation.
A coefficient not to be underestimated.
Bucky was already at the checkstand when it
happened. The cashier was about to tell him the total prize. He instinctively
lifted his head. Y/E/C eyes that went wide with surprise as soon as they met
his. Everything besides this woman was irrelevant in an instance. The purchase.
HYDRA. The option of being recognized. His entire being just wanted to have
this angel as close as possible.
The soldier barely noticed the cashier leaving
her place. He was too absorbed in memorising her appearance. Already after the
first few seconds Bucky knew she was gorgeous. They had barely met but the brunette
had fallen head over heels in love with this angel. His Soulmate.
Feeling her small hand in his made Bucky smile
genuine. He had never felt such gentle warmth. “Sir?” suddenly the assassin was
snapped back into reality. A second cashier looked at him with a slightly
amused, but benevolent smile. She pointed towards the shopping bags with his
shopping. He had completely forgotten it. “We could deliver them if you give me
your address.”, she suggested.
Bucky barely managed to nod and write down the
address of Avengers Tower. His Soulmate’s presence was far too distracting at that
moment. He simply wanted to be alone with her. Get to know this angel that was
destined to be his. Hold her in his arms. They left the supermarket in
“I…I have to place a coffee. Can I ask you
out for a call? I mean…”, Bucky felt silent, deeply embarrassed. He had mixed
it up. His angel had to think he was a complete moron. Steve would have had his
fun – seeing a ladies’ man like himself not being able to construct proper
sentences anymore. “Place your call. And then you can ask me out for a coffee.”,
his Soulmate said with a sweet smile.
The soldier returned a thankful smile. He went
a few steps to call Pepper and tell her that the purchase would be delivered. She
was making a phone call herself so Bucky left a message on the answering machine.
It was cut short when a black SUV peeled out of the car park.
Bucky knew at once what just happened. His Soulmate
had been abducted while he literally stood next to her. Red hot anger boiled up
inside of him. How dare they do something like this! He knew his Soulmate less
than half an hour. But she was already a target of his enemies.
At the same time, the brunette felt terrible
guilty. This people who had abducted her were his enemies. Not hers. It was his fault. He had not paid enough
attention. And now she would pay the price. Trying to follow them would already
be a waste of time. They were too far ahead. Despite everything Bucky was
capable of, he might not be able to find you in time. He needed help. The soldier
loathed asking for help, but this was not about him. It was about his Soulmate.
And he would be damned if she got hurt because of false pride.
The club isn’t the best place to find a lover
So the bar is where I go
Me and my friends at the table doing shots
Drinking faster and then we talk slow
Come over and start up a conversation with just me
And trust me I’ll give it a chance now
“Let us cheers to another Hydra base taken and another mission in the books.”
Bucky held up his shot glass along with the other guys in the team. He took the shot and set the empty glass back on the table.
“Another round on me.” Tony said, gesturing to the waitress for more drinks.
The guys were all having a good time at a bar that just opened near the Tower. After a couple of stressful few days on a mission, everyone decided that a night out was needed. Everyone wanted to get their minds off of work and the stress of saving the world from bad guys to cut loose for a night.
A heads up for new readers. All of my Ladynoir July stories are one story, so I suggest reading them in order for everything to make sense. Here’s a link to day one.
The message from Hawkmoth felt
like it was burned into his mind now. Adrien couldn’t sleep. Even after the
long conversation with Marinette. Even after tears and hugs and whispered
comforts. Even after she had promised him that somehow it would be okay. He
still couldn’t close his eyes without those terrifying words blazing in the
His father had sold him out to
Hawkmoth. There was no other explanation, really. The betrayal surprised him
more than he’d expected and hurt far more than he let on. Deep down, Adrien had
hoped his father cared in some misguided fashion, but the evidence was clear
now. Gabriel Agreste was working with Hawkmoth and had just sold his own son
out for a chance at reuniting their family again. A lot of good it would do now
that Adrien had resolved to stop speaking to the man for the rest of his life.
I tried to call a crisis hotline but got one number off and started
ranting for 10 minutes before you got to speak and tell me I got the wrong
number but now you’re worried about me and telling me not to hang up
The phone felt slippery in her clammy
grip and the streets below blurred from her tears. The line rang in her ear,
drowning out the distant sounds of traffic. The wind whipped her hair around,
the strands clinging to her wet cheeks, and her breath came out raggedly as the
coldness of the railing bit into her palm that was tethering her to the building.
Only a step stood between her and death. And so she stood, tremoring, and
waited for someone to pick up.
Terra had told herself that she would start over, that her ties with the Teen Titans had been erased when she assumed a new identity. Yet here she was, waiting for a certain changling to show up at the pizza place they used to frequent.
Whether Beast Boy showed up or not remained to be seen. The invite had only been a piece of notebook paper delivered on a rock to Titans Tower addressed to the male.
Can we talk?
The note had been short and sweet, but it was all Terra had the nerve to write at the time (aside from a time and location). Did she deserve to talk to him? No, not really. As far as she was concerned she didn’t have the right to do a lot of things, but perhaps that was exactly why she had finally reached out to Beast Boy herself.
She had no right to run anymore.
A girl who had caused so much trouble didn’t deserve to life a guilt free life doing things that normal civilians were allowed. Terra had done horrible things, and she had countless regrets. The least she could do was finally talk to Beast Boy like he had been trying to do with her so long ago.
Maybe she could also work up the nerve to approach the others eventually as well, but for now she decided to just focus on waiting on the changling - to see if he would give her a chance she probably didn’t deserve.
Words: 2,615 Notes: This incredibly silly thing
owes its existence to the scene in Age of
Ultron where Thor and Steve are seen passing around a Captain America
action figure, together with Mark Ruffalo’s extremely valid question about why
we can’t have more Black Widow merchandise.
(I wanted to get it out while
working on a much more serious, and much longer, piece. That’ll come next.)
This takes place sometime between CA: TWS and AOU. You’ve
Natasha sets a box down on the desk between them, leans
forward on both elbows, and waits.
“Open it,” she says. A sharp, sidelong mischief lights her
expression from below. “And don’t try telling me you’ll save it for later. I’ve
gotta see your face when you find out what it is.”
Bruce dog-ears a page in the book he’s reading, the margins of which are already half-filled with compressed, skirmishing notes, and leans
forward as well. Their reflections move closer together in the desk’s darkened glass
The box is about five inches high by four inches wide,
wrapped tidily in what looks like the remains of a paper shopping bag.
She’s even taped a green bow to the top, with a stick-on label that reads “TO BRUCE/THE
BIG GUY” in purple permanent marker.
He picks it up, gingerly, with the very
tips of his fingers, and can hear something clunk against the box’s sides as he gives it an experimental shake.
“…I could trust you to tell me if it was another guinea pig,
Bucky’s mother was Jewish while his father was a non-practicing Christian. The two agreed to raise Bucky as a Jew, though on several occasions he has attended church. His paternal grandparents did not agree to the marriage nor the arrangement on how the child was to be brought up.
Bucky took a small prayer book with him when he was deployed. Every time a member of his troupe was either injured or killed, he would recite the Mi Sheberakh and Kaddish, respectively.
He and Steve often exchanged gifts over the winter holidays. Steve would give his gift as a Christmas present and Bucky would give him a Hanukkah present.
After regaining his memories, Bucky left a small gift outside Avengers Tower addressed to Steve as a Hanukkah gift.
were you always against feminism from the beginning or did you come on tumblr and just happen to see feminists in action and decide to make an anti-feminist blog?
While I was never an outright feminist, I was strongly on their side. That was just simply a matter of course. I already noticed very early that there are somewhat ridiculous representatives, and that there was also this smug mentality of “gettting back at men”, but that did nothing to dissuade me from feminism in general.
Note, however, that I didn’t really dig into feminist writings.
Feminism was this abstract thing that floated over society, like, well… some other good, abstract thing, which people just consider a given part of the environment, even when it is not - like having a parliament.
It took its time and several observations of encounters, behaviour and supported actions and policies of feminists until my former positive view started to falter.
But then it was a downwards spiral.
I started to look at feminist writings to understand where they come from - and I always either reached an impasse, or I found that the things, which I could not ounderstand why somebody would claim them, were based on something a previous feminist had said - pyramidic citation (one feminist writes and publishes an idea, which is cited by 4 feminists, which are cited by 16 feminist writers etc. by the time somebody got around to expose the original work as bullshit years later, there is already a mountain of papers who were inspired by the original one - not bothering to rigourously check the first. A woman makes a subjective observation about the world, adds a few technical terms, mixes the whole thing and if enough other women have an emotional connection to that, an oppressive mechanism is born). And on and on it goes, until you reach the early philosophical roots of feminism ca. 150 years ago, and the previous egalitarian philosophy it sprang forth from.
And then you suddenly notice that knowledge you took for granted is not even a sand castle grind away by the waves, it was… nothing, really. A story. A story people use to make themselves feel better, which grew large and complicated and for which a lot of people tried to summon justification without ever addressing the tower of elephants. Such a body of theology, cherished and rationalised, is not an uncommon occurance, though usually not secular.
And that made all of it a big lie - it was a bit hurtful, but it also angered me. People are telling bold-faced lies to everyone. And through good intentions, many are willing to swallow the lies and repeat them to others!
What a devilish machination, fueled by the human desire to do good unto others! An exploitation of pity and altruism, both an insult to intellect and good character.
The reason I came to tumblr was because a) making an account here is easy b) the mechanics of the website, though often a reason for woe, were appealing - information can be easily shared, no limit to the length of posts, it processed both text and images, there is a variety of topics from cute animals to solid argumentation, and c) I had great admiration for another blogger and hoped to come into contact.
Feminism as it thrives on tumblr is not the problem - it is just the sneeze, not the infection.
“Miss Lewis…any particular reason why the walls are coated in egg yolks this morning?”
Loki walked into the kitchen of Stark Tower and addressed Darcy as if this was a normal occurrence. After living in the same building as her for almost a year, he had come to expect the unexpected from her. He picked an eggshell out of her hair as he walked around her to get to the fridge.
A glop of egg fell from the ceiling and landed on her head with a plunk. Darcy sighed, blowing a strand of her hair up out of her face, “The Avenger’s talent show is next week. And since I can’t hit a moving target from a hundred yards away with a bow and arrow, or conjure a lightning storm out of thin air, or, you know, magically shape-shift,” she gestured towards Loki, “I thought I had better come up with a pretty damn good talent.”
Loki grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and took a swig, popping an eyebrow in question as she sat on the counter to face him, “And that talent would be…abstract egg yolk wall art?”
“Ha,” Darcy sneered, kicking him playfully in the shin, “I was trying to juggle.”
“Usually, one works their way up to juggling eggs by starting off with something far less breakable,” Loki quipped, loving to push her buttons.
“I thought I was ready,” Darcy explained with an irritated sigh, “The talent competition is in two days and I have nothing.”
"Really?” Loki asked, leveling a stare at her, “You mean to tell me there is no extraordinary talent that you posses?”
“Well…” Darcy trailed off, biting her lip ever so slightly in hesitation, “There is this one thing I can do. It’s a little embarrassing, though.”
"Well, that settles it,” Loki said, “Now you have to show me.”
Darcy rolled her eyes, shaking her head and smiling like she was about to regret agreeing to this. She pushed herself off the counter and walked towards the kitchen cabinets, shuffling through their contents until she found what she was looking for.
“I used to do this at summer camp when I was younger,” Darcy explained, pulling out a bag of marshmallows, “I can…sort of….fit twenty-five marshmallows in my mouth and still be able to speak. None of the other kids ever came close to my record, I am proud to say.”
Loki just stood there and stared at her with a look of disbelief on his face as he deadpanned, “I suppose that explains your big mouth.”
“Hey!” Darcy exclaimed, whacking him in the arm with the bag of marshmallows, “Watch, and be amazed.”
She began to carefully place marshmallow after marshmallow into her cheeks, pushing each one into place. After a few minutes, her cheeks had ballooned outwards, her expression matching that of a squirrel hoarding acorns as she stuffed in the twenty-fifth marshmallow.
“Eh? Eh?” She pointed two thumbs up towards her cheeks with pride as she attempted to speak, “Tohl ya I couh do eh.”
“That…truly is quite the spectacle,” Loki commented, trying to hold back his laughter in her positively ridiculous presence, but she was too cute, “You realize you have to do that for the talent show? I need to see Banner try to compete with you as the Hulk. For some odd reason I feel as though you might give him a run for his money.”
“So whah abouh you?” Darcy wiggled her eyebrows, slowly starting to take one marshmallow out at a time as she asked, “Any embarrassing talents you’re hiding?”
“No darling, nothing embarrassing,” Loki replied, putting his water back in the fridge as he prepared to leave the room, “Hidden talents, on the other hand? Yes…”
Darcy stared at him as she continued to pluck marshmallows out of her mouth, prompting him to continue.
"But those are best kept behind the confines of my bedroom door.”
Loki left the room smirking at the sound of Darcy almost choking on a marshmallow.