steve and darcy


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Steve and Darcy are each stoic in their own way.  

Most people expect Steve to be the Captain every moment, to lead and always show strength.  

Anyone who spends time with Darcy expects her to look after others, be funny, and speak bluntly. 

Both of them only let others see what the others need to see. But everyone has feelings, even heroes and helpers.  

Darcy and Steve recognize, understand, and respect their shared stoicism as they first become friends, but eventually much more.

As predicted, I hate the sound of my own voice, but I did the editing on my first podfic today. I recorded my “Faster than a Bullet Coming Out of that Gun”.

AND LET ME TELL YOU, my most common google phrases today were “Audacity how to [insert stupidly simple thing here]” while also going through all the various guides I have up.

ANYWAYS, is there anyone who would be willing to do a beta-listen. Preferably people that listen or record a lot of podfic, and provide some feedback? The story is about 15 minutes, MCU, ostensibly Steve/Darcy (but really mostly BAMF!Darcy).

@reena-jenkins @blackestglass, maybe?


what big eyes you have (the kind of eyes that drive wolves mad)

Happy birthday @aenariasbookshelf

Her grandmother would always say that if you cut a Lewis woman, they’d bleed green. She never understood that, not as a kid with red-scraped knees. As an adult though, things were different. Darcy, like all the Lewis women before her, was a witch. A hedge witch with magic over green growing things.

She could make anything grow, except for her nails.

She was a witch with a specialisation in earth magic, with an impulsive streak a mile wide. She listened with her heart more than her head, which often led to some interesting places.

Darcy tried hard to curb her impulsive nature, she really did. But moving forward without any thought, listening with her heart, led to a life far different than working in her mother’s flower shop in Petaluma, California.

It led her to a job working for a brilliant, if somewhat caffeine-addled, alchemist living in the middle of the city, the only greenery nearby a sad communal garden with vicious little roses and more weeds than grass.

There are crescents of dirt beneath her nails as she pushes open a glass door into the cool interior of White Star Tattoo. A spark of magic like golden sunshine washes over her as she steps over the threshold.

The shop smells of leather and ink and beeswax candles. The walls are filled with framed photographs of tattoos and beautiful sketches.

“Just a minute,” shouts a voice from the back of the shop.

“No problem,” Darcy shouts back. She takes a sip of the coffee she brought in with her and examines a sketch of the phases of the moon over a geometric forest. Interesting, even if it wasn’t her style.

“Hi,” says a soft, deep voice.

Darcy’s heart jumps in her chest and she spins around on her heel. Hot coffee splashes onto her hand. She looks up and up, into amused blue eyes and a handsome face covered in a neatly trimmed beard.

Magic clings to the man like an old coat, well-worn and stained. There is a wildness to the man, something that echos of the deep forest. Moonlight and fur and…

“Wolf,” Darcy says. The word slips past her lips without her consent, trailed by the hot feeling of embarrassment crawling up her neck. Wearing a red blouse might have been more than a fashion mistake.

“Witch,” he replies, head cocking to the side. “Can I help you?” He crosses his arms over his chest, ink spilling out from under the rolled-up cuffs of his sleeves.

Darcy’s mind goes blank. A small splash of magic slips past her control, wrapping itself around a potted tulip on the reception desk. The green leaves perk up, and the white blooms open.

“Tattoo, I want a tattoo,” she blurts, tearing her eyes away from the glimpse of ink peeking out behind the open top buttons of his shirt. “Apple blossoms. It’s…it’s a thing.” Darcy waves her hand, and the tulips bend towards her fingers with a whisper of leaves.

“Alright, let’s see what we can do for you, Ms..”

“Darcy, just Darcy.”

“Alright, Just-Darcy, I’m Steve.”

“A werewolf that tells dad jokes and then stabs you with needles? This must be my lucky day.”

- 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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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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libbyangelofthelord  asked:

Can you do one where tony and Steve are bickering like usual only for tony to get really mad and say a real nasty thing to Steve which makes steve leave the room tears in his eyes before he ends up crying in front of his whole team

Steve didn’t remember what started the fight or what he’d said to set Tony off, but he knew what ended it. 

“Christ, Rogers, no wonder they stopped looking for you.” 

Tony said it as if it was an offhanded comment and not a knife to the gut, but that was how Tony ended arguments he didn’t want to have. Steve knew that, knew that he didn’t really mean half the things he said, but that didn’t stop the emotional onslaught that came with those words. He’d left the room shortly after that, the familiar burning at the back of his eyes egging him forward. The hallways blurred together as the faces of his friends and family filled his head. All the people who had accepted his death and moved on with their lives. Moved on from him. By the time he was chest deep in self-loathing he was sitting against a wall with his head buried in his arms, his shoulder shaking with each sob. 


His head shot up and a rush of embarrassment went through him when he saw the others looking at him over the back of the couch. “H-hey guys,” he gasped out, looking away to wipe at the tears. “Watcha watching?” 

Concerned looks were passed around before they all got up from the couch. 

“What happened, Steve?” Natasha demanded, crouching down in front of him with a look that couldn’t be compromised with. 

For a split second Steve actually considered telling them what had happened. “It’s nothing,” he said, attempting to wave them off. “Just, uh, just allergies.” 

“Pretty sure that’s impossibly,” Bruce mused with a pointed look. 

“C’mon, Cap,” Clint pressed, a reassuring smile on his face. “We could hear the yelling from here. What’d he say?” 

He shook his head with a sniff. “I’m just overreacting.” 

“Friend Steve,” Thor started, an unexpected softness to his voice, “there is no shame in crying. There have been many a time when my brother’s words have brought me to tears.” 

Steve swallowed hard and ducked his head to glare down at his hands. “He brought up something I hadn’t thought about in a while.” 

Bruce let out a frustrated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “What did he say?” 

The words ran through his head again and he felt the tears spring up again. “I-I know it’s not true- he knows it’s not true- but it just brought up a lot of things I’ve been avoiding.” 

There was a beat of silence before Natasha spoke up. 

“Stark’s lashing out, Bruce isn’t talking, Thor’s not eating, and Clint and I aren’t sleeping,” she listed off. “We’ve all been avoiding things. It’s not healthy.” 

Bruce cocked an eyebrow. “So….what? Group therapy?” 

“Yes, actually,” she answered, straightening herself up slightly. “Therapy and a psych evaluation was mandatory after every mission. To make sure that we didn’t come back more damaged than we left.” 

Clint let out a snort of laughter. “Damaged is putting it nicely.” 

She shot him a glare. “Not the point, Clinton.” 

He held his hands up in defense. 

“Therapy is where you speak of your feelings, yes?” Thor asked, his brows furrowed as he thought. “Lady Darcy explained it to me once. She attends it once a week to ‘keep from strangling Jane in her sleep’. Which I don’t understand for my Lady Jane is a delight.” 

Natasha shrugged with a smirk. “I want to strange Clint sometimes but that doesn’t mean I like him any less.” 

She let out a choked laugh and shook his head. silently wondering how he’d gotten himself into this conversation. “I don’t know, guys. I talked to a head skrinker after I came out of the ice. Didn’t help all that much.” 

“That’s because you have to find one yourself,” Bruce stated with a knowing look. “I saw a lot when I was a kid, all picked by a social worker, and they never helped anything. But, I found one when I was in college that got me through a lot. I probably wouldn’t have made it to graduation if it hadn’t of been for her.” 

The argument they’d had in the Helicarrier’s lab came back to them and a sobering feeling settled over them. 

“After what happened, especially to Clint and Tony,” Bruce continued, “we probably should have done it a long time ago.” 

The all nodded in agreement. 


“I have already begun compiling a list of doctors.” 

what if marvel did little “shorts” before their movies, like disney and pixar do. 

and we could see a happy fun little three minute movie of domestic avenger life, like steve taking bucky to disney world for the first time, or darcy and jane dragging thor to the mall on a shopping spree but he ends up working it in every outfit he tries on, or clint and natasha getting really into a heated game of paintball but you don’t realize it’s paintball until the very end when natasha shoots him and you hear him groaning and see a giant splat of bright pink paint on his chest. 

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!

[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.

minerfromtarn  asked:

Oh man ok I really hope you're still doing Shieldshock prompts. How about Darcy meeting Steve and Peggy's kid but Peggy had the kid after the war so they're older than Darcy and biologically older than Steve.

“So where do you go, when you sneak off on Sunday mornings?”

Steve turns at the sound of Darcy’s voice. He still hasn’t finished his coffee, and it takes her words a while to register. “Sunday mornings?”

“Yes,” Darcy nods. “You’re not as stealthy as you think you are, you know,” she tells him matter-of-factly. “Every Sunday morning, you leave here around seven, and you’re gone all day. You don’t come back until late in the evening.” She pauses, looking him up and down. “Where do you go?”

“Out,” Steve replies, and it doesn’t escape Darcy’s notice that he can’t look her directly in the eye when he says it. She knows him well enough now to know that it’s a sure sign he’s about to tell a lie. “Just enjoying the peace and quiet, you know.”

“There is nothing about Manhattan that would qualify as peaceful or quiet,” Darcy rebuts with a laugh, hands on her hips. “So you’re either lying about what you’re doing, or you’re lying about where you’re going.”

He hesitates. It isn’t that he doesn’t trust her; to the contrary, she’s probably the one who knows the most about who he is outside of his red, white, and blue suit. But this, he hasn’t told anyone.

Also, it’s Darcy, and he has no idea how she would take it if she knew.

“And you blink a lot when you lie,” Darcy points out, “and your eyelids were fluttering the entire time you said that.”

Steve sighs. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you where I go.”

“Try me.”

She’s taken her hands off of her hips and crossed them over her chest, but she’s looking at him with amusement, almost as if she’s daring him to shock her with whatever he’s hiding. He heaves another sigh, then finishes the last sip of his coffee. “Alright,” he says finally. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Darcy waits expectantly for him to spill the secret. Instead of talking, though, he turns toward the door and makes as if to leave. When he realizes that she’s still rooted to the same spot, he turns around and smiles. “Well, are you coming or what?”


“Sunnyside Retirement Community,” Darcy reads the sign as they pass through the gates of the community. She looks over at him and smiles. “You’re a volunteer,” she surmises.

Steve doesn’t answer, just flashes her a smile. He pulls into a parking spot not far from the front door of the main building, and Darcy follows wordlessly as he gets out and walks through the entrance.

“Hi, Marlene,” he greets the young woman working at the reception desk.

Her face lights up. “Hi, Steve,” she returns. She smiles over at Darcy. “You brought a friend today?”

“Yep,” Steve answers. “This is Darcy. She saw me leaving this morning and wanted to see where I disappear to on Sunday mornings. I thought I’d show her instead of just telling her.”

Marlene laughs, clapping her hands together in delight. “Oh, Darcy, you’re in for a real treat.”

“Okay,” Darcy starts slowly. “Color me intrigued.”

Steve signs both of their names on a log, and Darcy silently follows him down one of the corridors. He doesn’t speak until they reach a room near the end of the hallway. The door is open, and Steve raps his knuckles against the door jamb, poking his head around the frame. “Knock, knock,” he calls, into the doorway.

“You’re late,” comes the answer. It’s a male voice.

“Yeah,” Steve laughs. “I brought a friend.” He motions to Darcy, and she steps around him, to stand on his left side. She can see into the room now, and sitting at the table is an old man.

“How gorgeous,” the old man says. “You certainly do have a type.”

“Please behave,” Steve says with a sigh. “Darcy, I’d like you to meet Matthew. Matthew, this is Darcy.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Darcy says, stepping further into the room and holding out her hand.

Instead of shaking it, Matthew holds it delicately, leaning over to press a kiss to the back of it. “The pleasure is all mine,” he smiles up at her. He turns to Steve. “It’s about time you brought a friend over here,” he says. “I was beginning to think you’d made them all up.”

This makes Darcy laugh. “I like him,” she says to Steve. “Were the two of you in the army together?”

She can’t figure out why this makes the two men laugh so hard. “What?” She says. “What’d I say?”

“I know I may look like a feeble old man,” Matthew starts, when he finally catches his breath. “But darlin’, I’m only seventy-two.”

Puzzled, Darcy shakes her head. “How do you guys know each other, then?”

“Mostly through my mother,” Matthew answers. “She met me first. Her name was Peggy Carter.” He looks over at Steve. “Does she know who that is?”

“Of course I know who Peggy is,” Darcy says, before Steve can answer. “Only the most badass woman in the history of ever.” She turns to Steve. “You never told me Peggy had a son.”

To her surprise, a flush rises to Steve’s cheeks, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Oh, it isn’t his fault,” Matthew speaks up, amusement still twinkling in his eyes. “We only just met a few years ago, and I think he’s still getting over the shock of his son being a septuagenarian.”

When the meaning of his words finally kicks in, Darcy’s mouth drops open. She looks from Matthew to Steve, and back to Matthew again. “Son?” She manages, looking at Steve for confirmation.

He nods.

“Holy shit,” she breathes. “Now there’s a plot twist I didn’t see coming.”


“He’s a hoot,” Darcy says, as they climb back into the car. “That was so much fun.”

Steve is looking at her out of the corner of his eye. “Are you saying that unironically?” He asks her, starting the engine.

She looks at him in surprise. “Yes,” she confirms with a laugh. “I mean it. I really had a good time.”

“I’m glad,” he says quietly, and they ride in silence for a while.

It’s Darcy who breaks the silence. “So… Peggy, huh?” She asks, trying to keep the grin off of her face. “I guess everything I believed before about Captain America’s virginity is a lie.”

He gives her a withering look.

“I mean it,” Darcy goes on. “The history books paint you as some kind of prude. Clearly, they were wrong.”

Steve shakes his head, laughing a little. “They were only partially wrong,” he corrects her.

“What do you mean?”

He looks over at her again. “Peggy was the first one,” he explains quietly. “And the only one, right up until I went into the ice.”

“Captain Rogers the Monogamous,” Darcy muses with a smile. “I like it. It’s very sweet.”

Steve rolls his eyes.

“What about since you came out of the ice?” She asks, and if the boldness of her question bothers Steve, he doesn’t show it.

“Still monogamous,” he answers with a shrug. “But Matthew was right.”

“Oh? About what?”

“I have a type.”

“Oh, there’s nothing wrong with that,” Darcy laughs. “Based on Peggy, I’d say your type is probably short, brunette, heavy on the boobs, and more than a little feisty…” She trails off, biting her lip and looking out of the window.

“That’s exactly my type,” Steve agrees solemnly. “But you forgot one thing.”

She looks back at him. “What’d I forget?”


“Oh,” she says softly, looking away again.

“Yep,” Steve goes on, and Darcy can hear the smile in his voice. “I’d say a person’s got to be pretty badass to be able to take down a demigod with just a taser.”

She looks back at him in surprise, and he smiles at her. “I’m glad you came with me,” he tells her quietly. “I’m glad you were the one to meet him first.”

“First,” Darcy repeats. “Does this mean you’re going to tell the others about him?”

“Eventually,” Steve says. “But I was wondering if you’d like to come with me next Sunday when I visit. Just you,” he adds.

“Next Sunday,” Darcy nods. “Count me in.” She smiles almost shyly at him. “And maybe every Sunday after that.”

He returns her smile, and there’s something in his eyes that stirs little butterflies in her stomach. “I’d like that.”

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earth girls are easy

“Holy shit, there’s a giant hairdryer in the pool,” Darcy exclaims. She drags her headphones off, wincing at the strands of her hair that go with it.

The hairdryer is yellow and red, a few shades off from Natasha’s hair color–this week anyway. It might not be a hairdryer–they didn’t normally come without a cord–but it definitely isn’t a car. And definitely, definitely isn’t real.

“Okay, Darcy, it’s fine, just chill out. It’s just an illusion. Bad energy from Ian. Totally not real,” she says to herself. Ian wasn’t evil, not like that neo-nazi Spencer working at the Vape Lounge by Curl Up & Dye who kept asking her tits out. But he was a controlling douche-nozzle who was too busy boinking everyone but her to go on a third date. Gaslighting walnut. “Right, positive thinking, D. The hairdryer isn’t there and you can jump in and swim right through it.”

She drops her phone and headphones onto the lounger and dives into the pool head-first. It’s not her best decision.

The hairdryer is very, very, real and very solid. Just like the lump on her head.

“Oh my gawd,” Darcy screeches, scrambling back from the blue furry thing hovering over her. “This is not happening. Is it?”

“Ziz zit,” says the blue alien.

“Sizzz it,” echo two more furry figures, one red with a shiny yellow arm, the other Big Bird yellow.

“Oh gawd, it is. I’m on a spaceship. I’ve been abducted by Teletubbies. This is all banana-balls. I mean, why would you wanna abduct me? My roommate Jane maybe, she’s like super smart, or Helen down the block, who’s, like, just as smart. And me, I’m just a manicurist with an awesome music collection. Oh gawd, you’re gonna probe me aren’t you? I’m super not into furries, so, like, yanno, your kink is not my kink?”

“Miii ink-k,” says blue.

“My kink-k,” says the yellow alien.

“Kink-ee,” says red.

“Wow, you learn quick. Yeah, I just wanna go home and not be in a magazine next to an article about the Jersey Devil and Bat Boy having brunch with Elvis,” Darcy says backing up slowly. “Wait, are we still in my pool?”

“Okay you guys, what’s the plan for tonight?” Natasha asks as she twists a lock of her red hair around her finger.

“Whoa, Natasha, reality check. We can’t go out with these guys, they’re aliens!” Darcy protests.

“So? They can still be dates,” Nat says. The corner of her mouth turns up as she eyes the three alien men standing for them. “You should know that, after all, it was your roommate that ran off and married one.”

“Thor is not a space alien! He’s from Ikea? No, Iceland, ugh, I don’t know. Anyways, there’s a difference between illegal aliens and the outer space kind!”

“But look at them, Darcy. They’re hot.”

“So, hot,” Darcy agrees. Sta-eeev turns his head towards her, eyebrows arching up on his fur free face. Embarrassment heats Darcy’s face and she jerks her eyes over to where Zam and B-uk-ee are trying on sunglasses from Natasha’s vast collection.

“Come on it’ll be fun,” Natasha says. A predatory smirk works its way across her face. “Not-So-Little-Boy-Blue for you…and I’ll take Sam-”

“Zam,” Zam says across the room.

“…and the one with the metal arm too,” Nat says, a smile sharp as her best hair scissors lighting up her face.

pieannamay  asked:

Shieldshock prompt: Darcy and Steve get trapped together somewhere.

It was an unusual situation of epic proportions.

There were aliens, yes. There was a Hulk, yes. There was fighting and screaming, yes. And yet Darcy had no idea how she had ended up trapped beneath a building with Captain America of all people. One minute, she had been panic-running to the exit, herding others before her like the saint she secretly was, and the very next minute something (or rather, someone) had burst through the glass window and a bomb had exploded. Now buried beneath all the rubble with an unconscious superhero sprawled on top of her, it was hard to decide whether he had jumped in to save the civilians or whether someone had pushed him through the window and then tried to bomb them all.

It was just her luck that she was right in his trajectory and that he had basically stopped her from getting crushed by wrapping his body around her and taking the brunt of all the falling debris. She was grateful to him but her head hurt and she was pretty sure she had sprained her ankle due to the fall, so excuse her for being a little scared and uncomfortable.

“Hey, wake up,” she wheezed, poking the prone body on top of her. Both his arms were caging her head and his masked face was buried in her hair, breathing steadily against her neck. “Dude, come on. You’re really heavy.”

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What if Darcy actually was Thor’s little sister?

Thor sent her to help the Avengers, while he’s trying to find out who wants the infinity stones.

She is worthy and can hold Thor’s hammer(only her Mother Frigga knows about that) and also uses magic.

Steve is the first Avenger she meets. Maybe they don’t like each other at first, or are instantly attracted to each other. Natasha and Sam have fun being matchmakers. Could take place before or during Civil War.

Just a plot bunny that I will never write. So, does anyone want this as a prompt?


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!”

my sister: you totally have a type

me: excuse me???? i do not???

my sister: um..yeah. it’s slightly awkward guys who are nice and gentle and respect u. they might also may or may not be from another time

me: !!! umMM NO HOW DARE-

my sister: 

me: ….. 

Darcy/Steve - ‘How Far We’ve Come’

for @pegasusdragontiger

How Far We’ve Come - Matchbox Twenty

It all started the day the world ended.  Or at least the day the world as she knew it ended.

Steve’s hand had grasped hers, and his lips had formed the words, “RUN!”

And when Captain America told you to run, you ran.  

She tripped over debris and broken glass and desk chairs, but when she saw they were running towards the plate glass window, she started to worry just a little.  

And then he did that shield thingie, where he broke the window with the shield?  And then he grabbed her and they JUMPED THROUGH A WINDOW and landed in a quinjet with Hawkeye and Nick Mother-fucking Fury.  

“You okay?” Steve asked, his hand absently brushing the glass out of her hair. 

“I think I’m in love with you…”  

He chuckled and helped her into a seat.  “It’ll wear off, I promise.”  

Spoiler alert: It didn’t.  

typhoidmeri  asked:

Single dad Steve taking his kid to have a haircut. Darcy is the hairdresser. Steve probably needs a cut too. ;)

It’s half-past seven on Saturday evening, and the shop is completely dead. The hours on the door say eight a.m. to eight p.m., though, and Alicia would have Darcy’s head on a platter if she decided to close thirty minutes early and possibly missed out on business.

It’s a good thing, too, because at exactly seven forty-two, the bell on the door chimes.

Darcy looks up from her magazine. Standing uncertainly in the doorway is a tall blonde. He’s holding the hand of a boy who can’t be anything other than his son, based on their identical faces. The only thing missing from the little one is the five o’clock shadow his father is sporting.

“Hi,” she says, standing and putting her magazine aside. The story of Chris Martin and Gwyneth Paltrow’s conscious uncoupling will have to wait. “Here for a cut?”

The man nods, stepping further into the room and pulling the little boy with him. “Do you cut children’s hair?”

“Oh,” Darcy says, taken aback. She glances down at the little boy, offering him a smile. “Yes, I do.”

“Oh, good,” the man lets out a sigh of relief, and Darcy doesn’t know why she finds it so funny. “I didn’t remember that tomorrow is Easter Sunday until my mother called me to ask if I was still planning on bringing Zack over for dinner. She’d kill me if she knew I let his hair get this long.”

Darcy laughs, kneeling down so she’s eye level with the little boy. He looks to be about five. “Hi, Zack,” she says cheerfully, holding out her hand. “I’m Darcy.”

“Nice to meet you, Miss Darcy,” Zack says politely, shaking her hand and offering her a sweet smile.

“Your dad says he wants me to give you a haircut, so what do you say I help you hop up into my chair and I can take care of you?”

“Okay,” he says obediently. He waits patiently as Darcy lowers the chair and waits for him to hop on, and starts to giggle when she uses the foot pump to raise the chair back up.

“Just want it neatened up?” She directs the question toward Zack’s father.

“Yes, please,” he says, moving over to the waiting area and sitting down.

Darcy works on Zack’s hair in silence. She learned a long time ago that it’s a bad idea to talk to children while they’re getting their hair cut; they’re easily distracted and tend to turn their heads to face the person speaking to them. It doesn’t make for very clean haircuts.

She finishes in less than ten minutes. “Okay, Zack,” she addresses the little boy, “you’re all set. Thank you for being so patient and sitting so still.”

“Thank you, Miss Darcy.” He smiles up at her again and hops down from the chair.

“He’s so polite and well-behaved,” Darcy marvels. “I can’t get over his manners.”

“Thank you,” his father smiles, and Darcy notes that their smiles are also identical.

“No problem.” She looks up at him. “Would you like me to trim yours, too?”

He glances at his watch. “Oh, no, I couldn’t ask you to do that,” he says. “It’s already five of, and your sign says you close at eight.”

“Give or take,” she laughs, waving a hand dismissively. “Besides, you’re already here, and it won’t take me long.”

“Are you sure?” He looks at her uncertainly.

“Of course, Mr…” She trails off, realizing she doesn’t know his name.

“Rogers,” he supplies. “Steve Rogers.”

She grins. “I promise not to make any jokes about Mister Rogers’ neighborhood,” she tells him.

“Trust me, I’ve heard them all,” he grins back, sitting in her chair.

His hair is softer than it looks, Darcy discovers when she goes to run her fingers over it. “So Easter must be a big thing for your family?”

He laughs. “It is for my mom,” he says. “She’s not even really a religious person - none of my family are - but it’s an excuse to get us all in one place for a big dinner.”

“That sounds nice,” Darcy murmurs, pinching  lock of hair between her index and middle finger and snipping neatly at it with her shears.

“It is, actually,” Steve agrees. “My family is pretty close-knit, and believe it or not, we enjoy being around one another.”

“That sounds really nice,” she laughs. “I wish my family could get along like that.”

“They don’t?”

“It isn’t that they don’t,” she starts thoughtfully. “It’s just that we’re not close. We love each other, for sure… but there are no warm and cozy family get-togethers.”


She runs her fingers along his scalp, gently massaging it, and the way he leans into her touch makes her wonder how long it’s been since anyone has done it. “So you and Zack’s mom must be pretty proud parents,” she starts casually. “At least, if this is what his behavior’s like all the time.”

“I’m as proud as can be,” he answers, and she doesn’t have to look at him to know he’s beaming with pride. “I’m sure his mother would be proud of him, too, if she were still alive.”

“Oh, god,” Darcy stammers. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he reassures her. “You wouldn’t have known unless I’d told you.” He pauses, and Darcy uses her palms to tilt his head slightly at an angle. “She died when Zack was a baby. Car accident.”

“I’m sorry,” she says again.

“Pain is a funny thing,” Steve says. “It never really goes away completely, but I’m always amazed at our ability to learn to live with it.”

“It is pretty amazing,” Darcy agrees. “We learn to live with it, and we soften the sharpness of it with other things. Like hope, and love, and kindness.”

His eyes meet hers in the mirror, and he smiles. “I like that. Very wise, very sage.”

She returns his smile. “It’s too bad I’m done with your hair,” she shrugs. “You might be interested in hearing my other sage, wise words.”

“Would you be willing to share?” He asks, turning to face her as she gives him the hand mirror.


Steve nods and stands, reaching into his back pocket. He pulls a few crisp bills out of his wallet, and when he places them in Darcy’s hand, she looks up at him and shakes her head. “This is way too much,” she says solemnly.

Puzzled, he glances at the price list on the wall. “But the price list says—”

“Oh, didn’t you know?” Darcy interjects. “We’re having a special today. Two for the price of one with a condition.”

Steve raises an eyebrow. “A condition?”

“Yes,” Darcy nods. “Last customer in the chair has to agree to call his barber at some point in the next week.”

Slowly, his face breaks out into a grin. “Ah, I see. That’s a good special. But how will I be able to call my barber if I don’t have her number?”

Darcy’s grinning now, too. “I thought you’d never ask.”

(Send me a Shieldshock prompt!)

I heard it’s Mermay, so I wrote shieldshock with mermaid!Darcy

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Steve was sad to admit he being beaten to a pulp. By a giant crab, nonetheless. Being the only one of the team unable to either fly or stealth away from a precarious situation came with some negative sides he usually was able to work around or avoid altogether, but today was not that day.

He could barely take a breath in the crab’s pincer while the rest were fighting it and its minions. Because of course it had minions.

“I’m off seafood for the rest of my life after this,” Clint was complaining on the comm.

“Meanwhile we’ll have some ground Cap to eat,” Tony added.

“Less talking, more saving please,” Steve grunted.

“I believe this crab is infuriated with your patriotism,” Thor said.

Tony laughed. “FRIDAY, please keep a record of this conversation. For science purposes.”

Hulk took that moment to punch the crab. Hard. With Steve still in his pincer. The crab made a high pitched noise as it was thrown back in the water, and Steve could only take his breath before he was submerged. Its grasp loosened, and he used all his strength to get away before it tightened again.

His uniform caught on something, but he continued and ignored the ripping sound while he swam as fast as possible back to the surface. The murky water stung his eyes and made it hard to evade the crab’s minions when they decided to join their master. He could normally hold his breath for a few minutes, but “normally” didn’t include a dozen of small creatures pinching and weighting him down. He used his shield to let some go but quickly lost it to some tenacious little crab with death in its tiny, beady eyes. This was not good, Steve thought as his lungs were beginning to seriously protest. His comm was completely dead at this point. But he could hear singing?

Yes, he definitely could hear someone, a woman, sing as his vision darkened. It didn’t make sense, the singing was right beside him… was his last thought.

And then there was the dark.

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