W I N T E R S H O C K ||supernatural au ↳ witch!darcy lewis + werewolf!bucky barnes
He could smell nitrogen and ozone, windstorms and cloudbursts. “You a wind elemental?” he rumbled, and the girl’s eyes darkened as Steve looked at him in surprise.
“Stormwitch,” she corrected, and he damn near moaned. He could practically taste her power, wildness and freedom emanating from her like a halo, but when he tried to step forward he found himself unable to move.
“Wolves and witches don’t mix,” she said ruefully, and he could feel her magic drawing away from him, leaving the air around him cold and empty, save for the sparks keeping his feet planted to the floor. “You should know the rules.”
“Fuck the rules.” He bared his teeth, and smiled when she bit her lip, the tiniest whimper escaping her throat as she saw his canines. “All I have to do,” he murmured, “is catch you.”
Darcy Lewis has miraculously remained a youthful 27 years of age for nearly eight decades, never allowing herself to get close to anyone lest they discover her secret. However, a chance encounter with a charismatic superhero named Steve Rogers reawakens Darcy’s long-suppressed passion for life and romance. When a weekend with Steve’s best friends threatens to expose the truth, Darcy makes a decision that changes her life forever.
or The Age Of Adaline AU where Darcy had a passionate relationship with Bucky before WWII, thought he was dead , falls in love with Steve who ignores she’s the real friend he knew in the 40s, had a son and it’s Erik Selvig, lies about her numerous identities but is tired of the charade, the CIA tried to study her but Peggy and Howard saved her life and helped her through the decades (something that Tony continues to do), is a languages buff and because she tried to learn as much as possible about her affliction had a medical phD.
If someone had told Darcy a couple of years ago that she’d become close with a pair of former Russian assassins, she’d have asked what they were on and if she could have some. Despite regularly spending time with members of the Norse pantheon, some things are just too hard to believe. But once Bucky and Natasha put their minds to it, it doesn’t take long for them to become some of the best friends Darcy’s ever had– though why such an awesome couple would want to spend so much time with her, she just doesn’t understand. Still, it’s surprisingly easy to be around them, and everything is great– right up until the night they invite her into their bed.
As appealing as the offer is, Darcy hesitates, worried about what it might do to their friendship. Neither of them share her concerns, and their methods of persuasion are highly effective. They eventually win her over to their point of view. She should have trusted her instincts.
There’s nothing quite like waking up alone the morning after your first threesome.
Knowing she let herself get in too deep and trying to avoid an even more awkward time, Darcy flees, planning to make herself scarce until things blow over. It’s not their fault she can’t keep her feelings in check.
Sooner than she’d like Bucky and Natasha come looking for her, and what they have to say shocks her to the core.
“I’m cold,” Darcy says, tucking her hands into her armpits. The night is cold and clear, full moon bright in a field of stars. More stars than Darcy ever saw in Chicago.
“Buck up, kid, will ya?” Steve mutters. He tugs his hat down lower, ignoring the icy fog of his breath, and hunches his shoulders up.
“I’m bucking!” she says turning away from Steve and meeting the curious gaze of Pietro, the wolf. “I’m bucking, right?” Pietro blinks at her and settles his chin on his paws.
“Where ya from, kid?”
“Brooklyn,” Steve says. The moon lights up the car just enough that Steve’s sketching in a grubby little notebook with a stub of pencil.
She wants to ask what he’s sketching, what he’s doing riding the rails, where he’s headed. She wonders has anyone looking out for him somewhere, the same way he’s taken up watching after her these last few hours. Maybe he was just as lost in the world as she was. “Where ya headed, Steve?”
“Anywhere that isn’t where I am. What about you, kid?”
“Washington State, got a friend there might take me in. Ain’t going back to the orphanage, not ever,” she says jutting her chin out.
“Long way to get there. Dangerous.”
“I ain’t alone, Pietro’s with me, aren’tcha boy?” she says. Pietro twitches his ears, and huffs. Darcy rolls her eyes a little and reaches up to fiddle with her cap, pulling the brim tighter around her ears.
“You got guts, kid.”
“Damn straight I do,” she says flashing a bright smile. The brightest she’s felt since she bloodied that Odinson kid’s nose.
Jane Foster struggles to embrace the 21st century world she’s been living in since they thawed her out two years ago. After the battle of New York, Jane agrees to work for S.H.I.E.L.D. under Director Nick Fury’s command along side Natasha Romanoff. During a mission, Jane discovers Natasha’s hidden agenda to extract information for Fury. She later learns that it is for Project Insight; helicarriers linked to spy satellites, designed to preemptively eliminate threats.
When a mysterious assassin attacks Nick Fury, he seeks refuge in Jane’s apartment. It was then that he warns her that S.H.I.E.L.D. has been compromised. He is soon gunned down when handing her a flash drive. Jane catches glimpse of the killer as she goes after the assassin. The unknown assailant was fast, strong, a woman, and most interestingly she had a metal arm. At the hospital, Foster joins Romanoff and informs the spy of her discovery; shocked by the description, Natasha realizes the assassin was the mysterious cutthroat known as the Winter Soldier. A killer known throughout time thought to be an urban legend.
Unwilling to exchange the reason as to why Fury was in her home, senior S.H.I.E.L.D. official Alexander Pierce brands them both as fugitives. Now hunted, Foster and Romanoff use the data in the flash drive. There they find files leading them to a secret S.H.I.E.L.D. base. After driving to the coordinates the two agents activate a supercomputer long hidden within a secret room on the base. They awaken the consciousness of Arnim Zola, revealing the chaotic role Hydra has had in history in hopes humanity will one day surrender their freedom.
With that information they seek out the help of Sam Wilson, a former USAF para-rescue woman Foster had recently befriended, and her powered “Falcon” wing-pack. The trio force Jasper Sitwell, believing him to be a Hydra mole, to divulge Zola’s algorithm and to reveal to them who the organization is really targeting; anyone who might become threats to Hydra. Ambushed by the Winter Solider, the trio tries to defend themselves against her.
Jane Foster and the Winter Soldier go against one another in fierce combat, but when Jane manages to tear off the assassin’s mask she recognizes her best friend, Darcy Lewis, standing before her. Shocked by Darcy’s appearance Jane questions if it’s really her but only received a steely,
Darcy Lewis always felt disconnected from her own body, like something wasn’t right since her birth. When she receives a mysterious box filled with a key and a map, she realizes that maybe, the family she never knew is full of wackos. How else to explain the two hot guys claiming she’s the long lost werewolf queen of North America who had her lupine heritage sealed from her by a curse? Now, the three of them are going on a trip to her family estate to reclaim her powers. Darcy Lewis is the ultimate Alpha (ah!). Once her true nature is finally coming to her, the need the claim as mates Omega Bucky and Beta Steve become too strong to ignore, she realizes her two protectors don’t want her to. The triad will have to unite several packs together and fight pissed off witches along the way (totally normal stuff).
Sometimes she thinks it’s the worst decision she’s ever made, running off with a man she barely knew. Life turned into a parody of a romance novel. Blood and lies. Days, and months, and miles. If she could turn back the clock she’d make the same choice again and again.
She took his hand before he offered it.
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Tony didn’t like being handed things, that was a given. When the first invoice for a broken bed came to him, he let Pepper taking care of it, no biggie. When a second invoice came for a broken elevator panel, meh, he housed a bunch a supes, it could happen. When a third invoice came for a broken kitchen counter - well several apparently - Happy was weirdly keen on kitchen renovations in the tower so he was pissed - urgh, no judging because he kinda broke some a few months prior (don’t tell Pepper). But then, when an invoice for broken lab counters came in, THAT he couldn’t abide. Only HIM could do that! “Are we being summoned? Is it you, summoning us, Tony?” “Yes, princess, it is I, the iron sugar-daddy, asking the both of you why you are leaving a trail of destruction in my tower?” Darcy looked at Bucky. He was reading the different invoices Tony had on his desk with a smile. He showed her the last one; the hole he punched on a wall. “So? Why are you punching my walls, Barnes?” Asked Tony, clearly clueless. “Mmh let’s just say our honeymoon phase isn’t over and Darcy is REALLY talented?” tried to reply Bucky. “What he means is that I make hubby stupid with my mouth. Thanks for sponsoring our adventurous sex life Tony!” She just laughed and took Bucky’s hand in hers, both running towards the elevator and leaving Tony with his mouth open. “Those little fuckers!”
Everyone loves AUs. Be it coffee shop, High School or space opera. Hell most of us in Darcyland are writing AU or crossover ships for Darcy. People she has never met in canon. So lets all have fun exploring different worlds, different Darcys. (Dig up seldom used tropes or rarepairs too).
What’s an AU? an AU (alternate universe) is a form of fanfiction where the canon facts are taken and changed. Where possibilities, what-ifs, are explored.
Pushing characters in new directions and exploring new realms.
Crossovers and fusion fics fall within the spectrum of AUs.
What can you do? Write (gen, het, femslash, any and all Darcy ships), create graphics, draw illustrations, make fanmixes, podfics, vids, gifs (or gifsets), write up AU rec lists (tell everyone why you love those fics).
Whatever you create needs to be an AU and Darcy needs to be the central character. Other than that have fun creating for all our lovely ships and friendships.
When does the challenge start? And end? Lets say any time from the first of February. There is no time limit on this challenge. It’s all about having fun and twisting things up in all our various ships/friendships.
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He found her in her room, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She’d been doing that, since she woke up, like she was trying to once again memorize her own features. Actually, that’s probably what she was doing.
“I know that’s me,” she said when she heard him come in. “But I don’t know that face. I don’t recognize it.”
“It’ll come with time,” Steve tried to assure her, using the words the doctors had repeated over and over. He didn’t say the last part—that it might never come back—but it hung in the air between them nonetheless.
She let out a growl of frustration, but her eyes remained firmly on the mirror. “How is that reassuring? It’ll come with time—how much time? How much longer can I not know myself? Or anyone else around me? Like you. I don’t know you.”
“To be fair,” he said, “you wouldn’t have known me even if you had all of your memories. The night you were rescued was the first time we met.”
“Well, thank God for that,” she muttered. “At least I know where to stand with you, how to treat you. Dr. Foster—she looks like she wants to cry every time she comes to talk to me. I don’t know what to do with that. I remember stupid things, like that the Giants won the World Series in 2012, but I can’t remember how to treat my supposed best friend.”
“Darcy—“ Steve said, but he cut himself off. There was nothing to say to that. Her whole situation was awful and stupid in a way he could only commiserate with.
“Isn’t that warped?” she continued, staring at her reflection intently. “I can’t remember what my own face looks like without looking in the mirror, but I still know all the words to ‘Baby’ by Justin Bieber.”
He couldn’t help it. He smiled in surprise. “You know all the words?”
“Don’t look at me like that,” Darcy snapped. “I’m not proud. Or maybe I was. See, I don’t know. I don’t know if I liked his music or if I like sleeping in in the mornings. I don’t remember my friends or my family, whether I was happy growing up, or my favorite meals, or whether I’m a cat or a dog person. Hell, I don’t even know if I like chocolate.”
“So we find out. One day at a time.” He held out a hand to her, and she took it automatically, like even though her brain didn’t know him, either in the before or the after, she trusted him. He tugged her along with him to the kitchen. “We can start with chocolate.”