“New York’s hottest new club is Ströhl. Housed in the nursing room of an abandoned Babies R’ Us in Boise, Idaho, Ströhl has everything: milk, Steve Buscemi, pregnant lady fight clubs, socialites from 2001, the Full House theme song, and human hysterectomies… That’s the thing when you think you might want another baby and then your kids start screaming about Paw Patrol and your tubes tie themselves.”
Anonymous asked: Can you do a continuation of your
last drabble, but pick it up when Captain America and Iron Man confront each
other in one of the Civil War confrontations? Iron Man encounters his soulmate
who up and disappeared during the confrontation for the first time since she
left, the second time in fact that they ever meet. I imagine the concept of
soul mates would take on a much deeper meaning during the Civil War period of
Marvel & really change the dynamics of the event. Darcy isn’t on Tony’s
@chavivaelisheva asked: Could you write some more of the
Tony/Darcy soulmate fic? I am dying to know who texted her!
Anonymous asked: any chance you’ll continue either the civil war or first daughter au?
part one // just a moment, but i hope you like it! the mystery texter isn’t
revealed, but let’s just say it was one of two options… you can choose :)
The second time Darcy Lewis met her
soulmate, it wasn’t chance, and it wasn’t serendipity. It was planned, a
tactical move to push him off kilter – Natasha had suggested it, coolly rebuffing
any and all of the vehemence sent her way for “even daring to think of using Darcy like that,” but she’d insisted.
“Besides,” the redhead said
smoothly, calculating and curious as she stared Darcy in the eye. “I doubt
he’ll care all that much.” It wasn’t meant to be a barb, but it felt like one –
she bit her lips though, because the assassin was right. He probably wouldn’t
Regardless, Darcy agreed, and she
stood between Wanda and Sharon in the Avengers HQ conference room as her
soulmate stalked in, all traces of his normal personality washed away by the
tight lines around his eyes.
Despite his rejection of her, she
drank him in, soaking in the force of his presence before he saw her. She
probably wouldn’t ever see him after this – not if it was going in the
direction she was thinking, and not with whom she was with now – but he was
still her soulmate. She wanted to
remember him, pain and all else aside, as a reminder of whom she actually chose
to be with.