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Fruitcake and Bananas - Dresupi - Captain America (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Thor (Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Darcy Lewis
Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster (Marvel), Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Marriage, Witness Protection, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Eventual Fluff, Post-Canon, Post-Captain America: Civil War (Movie), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Awesome Darcy Lewis, BAMF Darcy Lewis, Tropes, Work In Progress, Slow Burn, WinterShock - Freeform, Suspension Of Disbelief
Series: Part 30 of Wintershock Fics
Summary:

She needs a fake husband for reasons. He needs a fake wife for different reasons.

It’s your basic will-they, won’t-they, fake marriage type of situation.

And there’s a cat, who is decidedly not fake. And neighbors, who decidedly are.

But don’t worry, there’s plenty of cake for everyone.

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Johnson County Blues: Chapter 4, Rocks And Water. Archive of Our Own
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 4 is a-go! 

Darcy gets her feet wet, Steve gets pulled over by the cops, and Tony gets himself all riled up. 

what I desperately crave is more friendships between marvel women.

Natasha and Wanda have regular movie nights together (Natasha loves action comedies and Wanda likes fantasy or scifi best. They have a list with movies that fall into both genres)

Maria and Pepper hang out after business meetings and drink wine when Tony has been particularly extra. You can’t tell me that Betty Ross, Helen Cho and Jane Foster don’t meet up over science business. Darcy has tagged all pictures of them together as #yeahsciencebitch!

Sharon and Natasha go to the same gym. They spar as often as possible and keep track of their scores. Wanda also tags along sometimes to pick up some of their moves.

All the ladies have a groupchat where they can exchange workplace gossip and bitch about their dramatic male coworkers. Lady Sif and Gamora are somehow in that group, too.

oh my god, tempted by mcu fic ideas for the first time in a million years

nope. nope, not doing it. not even gonna entertain it.

EXCEPT I STARTED ENTERTAINING IT IN THE TAGS BUT THAT GOT WAY TOO LONG FAST, FUCK


but just–darcy though; she’s not gonna be in the next thor movie bc tptb always considered her a vestigial jane attachment anyways. and since natalie’s not coming back (for good reasons of course) then why would they bother bringing back the snarky sidekick?

but like, imagine in-verse something similar-ish happens? it would obviously depend on the in-universe explanation of why jane has up and disappeared and isn’t in this movie, but say jane and darcy for whatever reasons split ways. necessity or misfortune or darcy wants to take another stab at her own career field again. 

only things don’t work out.

it’s a shit economy and she’s been noodling around for like five years AFTER completing her polisci degree, and let’s face it her resume in the interim is–well–eccentric.

she’d expected job hunting not to be EASY, but impossible? well that caught her off guard.

so she’s in some city of relative size, not even new york because she couldn’t afford the rent anymore. she’s barely hearing from jane these days because jane’s on a project and it’s a stroke of luck if jane foster remembers to eat or wash her hair when she’s in High Science Mode, much less respond to email and text. erik started corresponding with her less and less the more he started coping, and that was BEFORE he got some new fancy secret government job.

things have gotten rough and she’s working crap jobs, maybe waitressing maybe retail, just trying to pay bills and figure out how the hell her life came THIS CLOSE to superheroes and alien demigods and action and adventure and things Really Happening, and still ended up HERE of all places.

she reads the headlines on her phone and she watches clips of the action on youtube, and she feels like she somehow fell out of the life she really should have been living, if she’d just found a way to hold on to it, to be invaluable, to seize opportunity, to really MATTER.

and she watched with despair as the sokovia thing and then corresponding accords happened, (and not a little outraged ranting about the absurd political maneuvering of it all and oh my god tony stark what are you DOING) and then it all went a little bit quiet for just a little while.

and a while later she’s busing tables or restocking pastries at a cafe or diner that pays a third of her rent, and clocks two shady as fuck beefy dudes at the table in the corner (backs to the walls eyes on the entrances/exits).

they seem to think they’re low profile with their ballcaps and hoodies and giant sunglasses and newspapers, but darcy lewis got within five feet of that star spangled square jaw one time and even said hi, and he keeps coming in with a short muscley black guy or the mangy looking brunette with the unseasonably long sleeves and gloves and that godawful haircut, and she is Not Stupid. 

but being Not Stupid means knowing steve rogers and friends are considered international fugitives, though she thinks for a moment–a breathless, adrenaline-buzzing moment–that they might somehow be here, in her shitty little diner/cafe in her mediocre little city ON PURPOSE–because she is.

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your problematic favs on christmas:

NAT: the drunk af aunt who spills gov secrets and her drink but still looks classy af

VISION: awkward uncle who stands under the mistletoe in an ugly christmas sweater mumbling about symbolic foliage and its origins, wants to kiss Mysterious fam friend

TONY: wasted cousin from out of town who invited himself, spikes the eggnog with asgards strongest booze and trips over his own feet as he slurs and butchers Oh Holy Night

PEPPER: Wasted cousins wine drunk gf, rearranges vegetable platters to be symmetrical, smells good, only eats organic food

CLINT: second cousin twice removed, sneaks bites from the food before it’s time to eat, disappears into the woods for half a day with nothing but a bow and three arrows

WANDA: mysterious fam friend who carries a knife and tarot cards, speaks in metaphor, lives on spicy food

PIETRO: Mysterious fam friends twin, volunteers to do the shopping, finishes within less than 10min, uses a whole roll of tape to wrap a single present, buys expensive gifts, flirts with Hyped up espresso girl, won the olympics //track// for 3yrs in a row before quitting

BRUCE: acts like a 86 year old grandpa, comes in from out of town just to rage over the thermostat being touched and silently observe everyone, hogs the tv remote

THOR: super spiritual hot guy from out of town, invited by a cousin, unnatural height, broke a cup just by holding it, talks about the universe while downing alcohol like it’s water, never seems to get drunk

JANE: tries to explain physics to a group of children, it ends with them throwing shoes into the fireplace bc “she says it could be a portal” “i said no such thing”

DARCY: makes out with the santa impersonator, hyped up on espresso, talks too fast, friend of Physics (see: jane)

BUCKY: the hot grandpa who still looks 23, appears homicidal in fam pictures, sneaks off with his childhood pal during prayers, has kissed him under the mistletoe 6x and honestly he’s just rubbing it in the single relatives faces now, never married, may or may not have killed a man in 1943, dresses like he’s going to a funeral, listens to johnny cash

STEVE: hot grandpa’s pal, also looks creepily young, tells you to Watch your fucking language, claims he could kill a man with nothing more than a garbage can lid, prob isn’t lying, wears suspenders, still goes to the gym, owns a working record player

LOKI: that one snooty relative everyone avoids, makes babies cry by smiling at them, tells the kids santa isn’t real, insults hot spiritual man in another language, cops are called to break it up

SHARON: repackages store bought pies, pretends theyre homemade, watches It’s A Wonderful Life every year, dresses like she’s going to an office meeting, brings a gun to christmas dinner, small but deadly, leaves early with Gov secrets aunt

SAM: answers everything sarcastically, ex military, irons his clothes, swears a lot, argues about how to properly cook a turkey before taking over altogether, smells like soap and the outdoors, tells Wasted cousin to back the fuck off, leaves mid dinner bc he thought he saw a very rare bird, brings his pal riley who is also his secret bf but everyone knows

RHODEY: neighbor who tells the same stories every year but changes minor details, has too much spiked eggnog and knocks over the tree, butchers christmas songs with Wasted cousin, bonds with Ex Military Sarcastic relative over the future of aviation, no one knows his real name

SCOTT: fresh out of prison, spends the entire time oogling Hot grandpa’s pal, makes you look at a seemingly endless stream of pictures of his daughter, hates baskin robbins, has an ant farm, overly physically affectionate

WADE: tries to kiss his sisters boyfriend under the mistletoe, wears crocs with socks, brings a bag of chimichanga’s that he refuses to share, his plus one is his blind elderly roommate, blasts rap music at one in the morning, has a witty retort on the ready, shamelessly wears a lewd christmas sweater, winks at your mom, seductively eats candy canes while maintaining eye contact

PETER: 16yo nephew who collects comic books, designated amateur photographer, watches star wars religiously, climbs things he shouldn’t, thinks the 90’s are vintage, actually a danger noodle


((if you have a request lmk and I’ll make one for that character. this was fun))

- Growth - (a Stony fanfic)

(“Soulmate"AU where you get a tattoo for every person you fall in love with)



Pepper’s tattoo is on her hip. Well, the one that isn’t faded yet. 

There are five dull, grey ones scattered across her body, seemingly random and different in shape and size, but what do they matter? They’re done.  It’s over. The only one she looks at these days are the sunglasses on her hip. They’re big. Obnoxiously big and shiny and she knows who they’re for, of course she knows. Tony has a little stiletto to match, right there on his ankle, bright blue and sparkly and the first time he showed her, she nearly apologized. It’s hideous and the both know, but it means love, so who’s gonna complain? 

Understandably, no one is happy when the sunglasses start losing colour. At first, it isn’t even visible, the fade from black to grey barely noticeable, but then the grey becomes off-white and the glass loses its shine and Tony leaves, a bright blue stiletto still sparkling on his skin.

But Tony is fine, he said. Its fine, he’s fine - he’s always fine.

And Pepper sighs and strokes the steering wheel on the back of her hand that just appeared the day before.

Tony is fine.

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“Now I look at her, she does seem kinda familiar,” Steve conceded.

“What!?” Bucky hissed.

Steve wasn’t sure where he’d seen the girl before, she definitely hadn’t worked here the last time he’d been. She’d come and taken their order for two black coffees, then lingered awkwardly as if she expected them to say something else. Maybe Bucky was right: even though the diner had always made sure no-one bothered him in the past, maybe now they were actual fugitives, the policy would change.

Steve knew he should have grown a beard.

The waitress reappeared shortly with their drinks and two cupcakes, with little star sprinkles, that they definitely did not order. She slid them onto the table, then stood staring at Steve with one hand on her hip.

“Cupcakes are on the house, with a side helping of ‘what the hell are you two doing here?’” she said, looking unimpressed.

Cold panic seized Steve’s throat and he saw Bucky none too subtly reach for the butter knife lying on his napkin.

“I mean, when Clint said you guys were headed out of town I kind of assumed that meant further afield. Like, at least Queens,” she said, turning to look at Steve more closely.

“You don’t recognise me, huh? Okay, whatever. Enjoy your coffee, lemme know if you want anything else,” she drawled, falling into a rather disappointed voice. “I’ll tell Thor you said hi.”

Then a lightbulb popped into life above Steve’s head.

“Darcy!?” he exclaimed, thinking back to the one and only time he’d met Dr Foster and her assistant at the tower. “What’re you doing here? Don’t you work with Jane anymore?”

“Oh, sure,” she smiled brightly, now that he knew her, “but this is the job I have to have so Jane and I can keep slogging through theoretical astrophysics as well as eat. And that’s with Clint giving us a break on the rent.”

“I thought Tony gave you guys a grant? You spent a week wheedling it out of him,” he asked, suddenly afraid he would find out that the Avengers’ breakup had cost Jane and Darcy their funding.

“Yeah, Jane spent most of that on some fancy-schmancy equipment that doesn’t need darkness. I don’t know if you noticed but Brooklyn is kinda heavy on the light pollution.” She looked over to where Bucky was still gripping the cutlery. “You’re turn. What are you guys doing here?”

“We’re hiding in plain sight,” Bucky grumbled, glaring at Steve. Steve glared back. Darcy suppressed a giggle.

A shout came from the kitchen for someone called Max, along with a loud clattering noise and another woman’s yelp, but it was Darcy that turned looked back.

“Okay, then, you boys eat those cakes. And if there’s anything else, you know where to find me,” she said, tapping the table by the cakes and then heading away to investigate the ruckus. There didn’t seem to be anyone else around that might be called Max.

Steve gingerly lifted his cupcake - with vanilla cream buttercream, and red and blue stars - off the napkin, revealing the address of Clint’s apartment building scribbled in swirling writing. At least their destination for tonight was sorted out,  he thought. 

Ladies

You can be like Sif
You can be like Black Widow
You can be like Jane Foster
You can be like Darcy
And you can be like Pepper Potts

But I suggest being like Mjolnir, and allow only worthy people to pick you up.

So I wrote a thing...

I don’t know what this is. I just had a wintershock scene in my head that wouldn’t stop and I just had to get it out. I kind of want to make it a multi chapter thing, but seeing as the only fan fiction I’ve ever written has been a OUAT one shot and now this, the task seems daunting. But anyway, hope y’all like it. God, this is nerve wracking. Unbeta’d, any hot messes are mine. 

UPDATE!!! This is now a multi chapter fic on AO3!

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There were exactly three things Darcy Lewis was prepared to cheerfully wake up for: homemade French toast, Christmas morning, and sex of the mind-blowing variety (subpar sex was met with her usual post-slumber grumpiness.) Loud, insistent knocking on her apartment door at 3am was decidedly not on that list, so it should come as no surprise that she let loose a rather feral growl as she rolled from her bed to seek out the source of the knocking. Darcy grumbled and stumbled her way to the front door, a hint of murder flashing in her eyes, before ripping the door open with a startling amount of violence from someone who could be solidly categorized as “civilian”.

“What. Do. You. Want,” she spit out, her eyes slowly focusing on the two blurry figures crowding the hallway outside her door.

“Uh…Darcy?”

Oh great. Of course. Who else would be here to see her in all her grumpy, rumpled glory but Captain Gloriously Handsome and…was that? Yep. Yep. Captain Glorious and his equally attractive, if utterly terrifying, bff superassassin, the Winter Beefcake.

Jesus, whyyyyy?

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