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Have you seen Lemonade? Did you cry (sob)? Have you been thirsty ever since? Here’s our Lemonade-inspired (in no way extensive) reading list. We love these brave, strong, smart, ever-inspiring queens. 

Warsan Shire’s Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth forthcoming.

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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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.

The thing Bucky likes about elephants in the room is that everyone knows there a problem but no one mentions it. Except Darcy. She always mentions it. 

When Steve’s half of the Avengers had been invited back to the tower to play nice with Stark, Darcy has already been there about two months making herself a staple according to some. She had the majority of the hero’s living there enamored, including Natalia. She already had some sort of spell cast over Barton when they get there. Probably some left over love from Natalia the two assassins were on another plain of existence and he didn’t doubt they shared a conscious. She’d made devastatingly short work of Steve and Sam, feeding and verbally abusing them into friendship, and then she was by his side. 

He had tried to fight her at first, glaring at her, snarling at her, begging Natalia to make her go away, hiding from her. All to no avail. 

“You know Jarvis just tells me where you’re hiding right?” She said conversationally after she opened the janitors closet he was standing stock still in. Bucky gives her a dirty look. “It’s true he’s always watching.” She wiggles her fingers like it should scare him. 

“And?” He rumbled irritated. 

“And I’m his favorite human so he tells me where you’re avoiding me.” She shrugs.”Wanna eat?”  Bucky gives a heavy sigh, If anyone could charm a robot it would be this girl. 

And for the most part having the twenty something tag along isn’t terrible. Until it is. Like the time they’re at team dinner and it’s awkwardly silent and uncomfortable for everyone but Bruce, who’s reading, and Darcy who’s unflappable. 

“So you and Nat used to bang?” Bucky and a third of the other people at the table choke on their food. His eyes water and he coughs strongly, silver hand clenching until he regains the ability to breath. He gives her a wild look but apparently she’s done waiting for him. 

“Was it like sweethearts-going-steady-fifties-making-love? or like mad-hot- assassin-ass-slappin?” She asks Natalia. The team is chucking. Natalia arches a single brow a move that has most cowering with fear.

“Bit of both. He used to take her to the sock hop all the time” Barton deadpans around a mouthful of food. Sam and Steve are practically rolling at their end of the table. It makes Bucky a little uncomfortable Barton answers but Natalia nods.

“Ten out of Ten, would bang again” She says coolly.

Or the time when she signed him up to start for over 50s dating websites. Or the time she pointed out he couldn’t avoid Stark forever. But apparently he could because when she mentioned it at move night Stark had promptly exited the room. Bucky had been enjoying the fact they all avoided talking about the “civil war”. That Tony really really hated him and had only allowed him here as a gift to Steve. She only brought it up after they had gone to get a tune up on his arm and it had just been Bruce with some instructions from Tony. Apparently he wasn’t even persuaded by the tech in his arm. Harsh. This trend continued for the next several days, Tony pointedly leaving anytime Bucky and Darcy entered a room. So Bucky was left feeling like an intrusion and fervently wishing his personal beggar-weed would scram. 

“Will you stop following me?” He whirls around so suddenly that she collides with his chest. His hands grip her upper arms. He just wants to pout in peace and avoid everyone. Especially her and Stark. He gives her a good shake before he realizes he’s done it. “Leave. Me, Be,”  and then he runs away.


He’s sitting in the lobby where it’s loud enough he doesn’t have to think. Doesn’t have to remember that he laid hands on the annoying girl. He laid hands on her, not a relapse, not a brainwashed assassin. Him, Bucky Barnes.  

“Guess Stark was right” He sighs and stands to go. where he hasn’t decided back upstairs to face Darcy and everyone who probably knew by now or out to.. to what?

“Don’t let him hear you say that” A soft voice teases and a coffee is pressed into his hand. It’s Pepper. and beside her Darcy. She gives him a weak smile and waves but doesn’t speak. Which is unheard of for her. “He’s damn near impossible as is” Pepper gives him a warm smile. Bucky struggles for what he hopes is a smile but something catches his eye over he shoulder. and that’s all the warning they get. 

Bucky shoves the two women to either side stepping forward so that the bullet meant for the CEO  slams into his chest. It’s on the right side between some ribs, a fatality for the woman it was meant for. He falls quickly to his knees pain and ringing in his ears. It’s been a while since he’s been shot and he doesn’t remember it hurting exactly like this last time. People are screaming and Pepper is kneeling above him pressing on his wound calling his name loudly. Darcy is standing above them taser in hand and Bucky would laugh if he could find the breath. That dame’s the real hero.

And he passes out.


She’s got her feet propped up on his hospital bed flipping threw a magazine when he wakes up. He just watches her for a moment. The arm nearest him has dark purple bruises he knows are his fault. They look even worse against her pale skin. 

“Tony got you like an all new rib cage. Parts from Romania to match the original” She says without looking up. He struggles to laugh because she makes it sound like he’s a car. “He also did some whiz kid business on your arm while you were asleep to show his undying gratitude for saving his much better half.” She says and Bucky flexes his arm a little to find it does feel smoother. 

“That is not how it happened” A voice buzzes over the PA where Jarvis would normally be. It’s Stark. Bucky gives her a weak smile. 

“And he wants to know if it’s cool if he taps Steve, for America.” She adds. Bucky barks out a laugh and his ribs fucking burn. 

“THAT IS 100 PERCENT FALSE!!!” The billionaire says. “I don’t know how to evict people, but I will have Pepper find out, and you can consider yourself evicted!” He pouts. Darcy smirks and puts down her magazine. 

“I mean yea if your lady doesn’t mind and you can swing him, he’s all yours” Bucky lets his left arm shrug enjoying the finer points on the movement. Definitely an upgrade. “Thanks for being here” He adds to Darcy. 

“No sweat you can make it up to me by letting me bunk with you because I just got evicted by my evil slumlord landlord” She winks at him and Bucky relaxes. If she was upset she would have brought it up. Nothing goes unspoken with her.


Bucky’s ribs are never heal if he keeps laughing like this.

“Told you he’s always watching”


Stark Industries, a well-known multinational conglomerate, is at the brink of a new era when CEO and Founder Tony Stark announces his early retirement from the business in order to pursue other life goals. In light of this event, two individuals step up to take the mantle of CEO - Steve Rogers, second-in-command and best friend to Mr. Stark, and Darcy Lewis, Stark’s highly educated yet relatively inexperienced step-daughter. With the bar set so high, Steve and Darcy must fight prove that one is better and more deserving than the other but in order to do that, they must first work together. They may clash heads, call each other names, argue over the littlest things but the fact remains, only one of them will be crowned CEO.

However, in their race to the top, there comes a point where feelings and priorities change and, suddenly, winning a title isn’t the only thing at stake for the couple.

Mother Russia? More like Mother Hen, Amirite?

[Headcannon that one of the first things Bucky remembers in his recovery is taking care of others. He probably adopts Jane Foster. Clint Barton probably constantly finds himself receiving first aid from the Winter Soldier. Sam bundled up in a lot of jackets, scarves, and gloves on missions in cold places because Bucky’s worried.]

The Asset is restless.

He has been out of cryogenic stasis for three months, two weeks, and seven days. His new handler—old mission (incomplete), Man on The Bridge, Stevie—has not given him a mission. The Asset waits and trains. He maintains optimum functionality.

The inhabitants of the tower steer clear of him. The Asset is not negatively affected by this and so does not rectify it.

One day a woman knocks on the apartment door. 1.6 meters tall, approximately 55 kilograms, Caucasian, brunette, brown eyes. Anxious. It recognizes her as Doctor Jane Foster, the astrophysicist, high profile target.

Not a threat.

“Hey,” she says, addressing the Asset directly, “is Steve here?”

The Asset shakes his head, negative. Dr. Foster sighs.

“Damn. Alright, look.” He is. “I have to get to work—I am so close to a break-through—but my assistant, Darcy, is sick. She’s my friend and I really don’t want to leave her alone. She’s showing symptoms of a cold and I would really appreciate it if someone could take care of her. Could you check on her for me?”

The Asset tilts his head, considering. He has no mission. Dr. Foster has presented him with one. The handler is not here to say otherwise.

“Mission accepted.”

The doctor gives him a weird look.

“O-okay…thanks.” She leaves.

The Asset makes his way to Darcy Lewis’s apartment via the vents. He has determined that this is the most efficient and effective way of reaching his mission objective.

He drops into his mission’s living quarters and locates Darcy on the couch wrapped in a large comforter.

“WHAT THE SHIT.” She yells. Hoarsely. The Asset narrows his eyes. Her throat must be raw, most likely from coughing.

Darcy Lewis narrows her eyes right back at him. She sniffles. Fifteen seconds pass in silence.

“Can I help you?” Darcy snaps. The Asset shakes his head.

“Okay,” she says. Silence falls again.

The Asset has completed his mission. He has checked in on Darcy Lewis. He should return and make a mission report.

He does not.

Darcy Lewis takes a breath to say something else and immediately begins to cough. At the end of her coughing fit she groans, grasping her cranium with one hand.

“Ugh, my head.”

“You need proper care and rest,” the Asset says, moving towards her.

“Uh, wha—whoa! Dude!” Darcy grabs onto his shoulders as he picks her up, carrying her like a child through her apartment. He knows where her quarters are. He did reconnaissance on all the tower residents when he was first acquired by his new handler.

He lays Darcy Lewis in her bed and tucks her in. This was not part of mission parameters. He is deviating from the mission.

Darcy’s wide, fevered eyes look back at him from the bed. Her reactions are sluggish and clumsy. He furrows his brow. Reaching out with his left hand and placing it on her forehead.


“You have a fever of 38.3 degrees Celsius. You will remain in bed.”


The Asset has a strange sense of familiarity with this situation. He has done this before, he thinks. He does not feel as if he is deviating from his mission but rather…resuming his mission?

“Look, cyberbro. I appreciate the concern,” Darcy Lewis says, attempting to sit up, “but I have wo—,”

“You will remain in bed,” the Asset repeats firmly. He gives her a menacing look. She stares at him a moment before reclining again.

“You know what? I think I’ll just stay in bed.” She says. He nods approvingly.

When she begins to cough again the Asset goes looking for medicine. He makes sure she takes it even when she makes a face at it. It reminds him of someone else. It reminds him of—

(“Drink the damn medicine, Steve.”

“Ah, come on, Buck. It’s not that bad,” Steve makes a face.

“No, but knowing you it’ll probably get worse. Now, drink the damn medicine, ya dumb punk.”

“Yeah, yeah ya jerk.”)

She falls asleep soon after this. He monitors her temperature and her breathing. When she wakes up she will need fluids and nutrients. He places an unopened water bottle on her bedside table and moves into her kitchen to make soup. He thinks that cooking was probably not part of the skill set his previous handlers taught him but he knows it anyway.

When she wakes he places the soup in front of her and makes sure she eats as much of it as she’s able. He watches her drink most of the water bottle. When she’s finished he makes her take more medicine. He goes to clear the soup bowl as she’s falling asleep. Before he can get too far he feels a tug on his shirt. He turns to find her smiling at him.

“Thanks,” she slurs as her eyes slip shut.

(Steve grabs his wrist before he can move too far away from their rickety, second-hand bed.

“Thanks, Buck,” he says smiling, “really. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”)

A sense of pride fills him. Satisfaction at a mission well done. But more than that there is a sense of warmth…almost—but not quite—foreign. The feeling is positive. The Asset will continue to be in contact with and care for Darcy Lewis.

A few days later when Sam gets the same bug, he screams as Bucky drops into his room from the ceiling.

  • Loki: Can I just bury the capital in snow for the next four years? Surely that will spare us.
  • Thor: Brother, Lady Darcy is hitting her forehead.
  • Steve: And that punishes the honest people who are just as stuck as we are.
  • Loki: Can I transform him into an exotic creature and leave it at the zoo?
  • Darcy: UGH!
  • Tony: If that gets approved can I pick the creature?
  • Loki & Tony: *brainstorming animals they can turn the leader of the new world into*
  • Thor: Man of Iron, your woman's face is red.

In reality this was Tony’s fault, as were most thing if anyone was being honest. Tony had only been trying to help Thor stay in touch with Jane. The Tablet with face time was programmed to pick up after three rings regardless so that Science Bender Jane could still be reached. And it was that default setting that had the entire crew sitting in silence listening intently. 

“No Janey! Fuck Captain America!!” The first thing to poor out of the speakers caught everyone’s attention. “He had his time to shine. I want to buy shit with Black Widow and Hawkeye’s face on them!  Is that a crime? Should I have to special order shirts from the ass end of Siberia just to get a sick ass Widow /Bow combo?” The voice was muffled and Thor, a little stunned at the conversation he had interrupted  was looking in confusion at a black scream. Perhaps Jane had set something onto of her tablet? 

“Lady Jane?” He tried. 

“Maybe because they’re spies and if you keep asking about their Identities the NSA is gonna come slam your ass. Always listening!” Jane offered offhandedly. She sounded farther away than Darcy and like she was trying to work.

“Well I mean it. I’m sure he’s a wonderful beautiful human but Fuck him. One more Captain America tee shirt and I’m gonna blow a gasket.” Darcy sounded like she was pouting. “ I mean Black Widow is way cooler anyway! She like strangled a man with her killer thighs! Literally Killer Janey.”

“You gonna stop saying Fuck the Captain, Coulson’s gonna ring to defend his honor any moment now” Jane chuckled. Tony snorted and Steve blushed in his seat. From what Clint could tell Natasha had gone very still while listening. Her eyes were shut and she appeared to be listening intently. 

“You’re right figures Coulson would be in bed with the NSA” 

“Do you really think Coulson’s in bed with anyone?” Jane sounded much closer now and far more focused on the conversation. “What about Iron Man he has ton’s of merch. like everywhere.” Jane pointed out. 

There was a thud that sounded like Darcy had smacked the table the tablet was sitting on. Thor and Steve jumped at the loud sound. Tony had diverted the sound to the Quinjet’s main speakers so everyone was listening even easier now. 

“I bet that Asshole makes his own stuff!! Tony wants to build you a nice lab and let you play with your Science Crush but not make me a Hawkeye Tee shirt? This is an outrage!! I’m calling someone Jane. Should I call our New Mexico congress man or the New York one?” Clint chuckled wondering if she had her phone out. She probably had both on speed dial. 

“Darcy! I thought we agreed never to mention that!! Bruce would never work with me again!”  All eyes but Tony who was flying rested on Bruce. He was flushing a brilliant pink all the way down his bare chest. “And I think he makes the Thor and Hulk stuff too” She added. 

“Why do you need Thor stuff? You could literally just wear Thor!!” Darcy’s voice was very shrill and Tony reached to adjust the volume. “All I want is to stretch Hawkeye across my fantastic rack and talk to everyone on the street about how jumping off that building was hella cool.” She sighed. It was Clint’s turn to flush. He tried to fight it and looked desperately at Natasha. She was watching him eyes bright in amusement. “Or Black Widow. you think she’d marry me?” Natasha inhaled too quickly and coughed sharply. Clint’s eyebrows rose. Natasha had been caught off guard with that one. 

“You should probably, I don’t know meet her, and then buy her dinner or something first.” Jane sounded like she was rustling threw the papers near her tablet. 

“I’m pretty charming, I bet she’d be down.” Darcy muttered. Suddenly Thor’s view was clear and he waved enthusiastically at Jane. 

“Hello my love!” He shouted. Clint winced. Jane flushed and tapped the tablet cranking the volume up. 

“Oh my God. How much of that did you hear?” She said “The volume was down I didn’t hear you call” Darcy appeared over her shoulder. 

“Hey Buddy!!” She waved.

“The good Doctor is a worthy man Lady Jane” Thor smiled. Jane groaned and rested her face in her hand. “As are the Lady Natasha and Brother Clint!” He turned his tablet a little to include Clint in the view. 

“AGENT BARTON IS HAWKEYE?!?!” Everyone winced at her volume. “Well that settles it, Black Widow’s my favorite.” She shook her head. 

“You may keep her Clint” Natasha’s voice was clear enough for Darcy to pick up and the intern grinned. 

“Yea I’m a keeper Barton!” Her face was schoolgirl excitement. Jane was looking a little overwhelmed and Clint didn’t blame her. “Wait can you turn us around big guy?” Darcy asked. Thor complied and showed her to the rest of the plane.

“Sorry I said to Fuck you Mr. Captain America, sir.” She said some what sheepishly. Before Steve could even speak Tony interrupted. 

“Hey what about me?!” 

“Nope still an Asshole” and she hung up. 

All in all not the worst thing Tony’s done. but still his fault that half the team road home embarrassed and the other halfway in love with the intern waiting at home. 

[[ I liiiiiive! And I’ve returned to you with some writing! *distant cheering* I’m starting to work through my prompts, so if you’ve sent one in, never fear they have no been forgotten! For this prompt, @eclipseoftheheartandsoul​ asked for Deaged! Tony, Bucky and Steve, with Darcy calling baby Tony a stud. I hope you enjoy it, dear! ]]

The elevator lets out an obnoxious ‘ding’ as it arrives, the sound loud enough to draw the attention of everyone in the room. The doors slide open to Darcy’s grinning face,
“Okay, so it’s ass o’clock in the morning and there’s more blood than caffeine in my system. What’s the emergenc- whoa!” Darcy cuts herself off mid tirade and blinks as Natasha bears down on her. The usually immaculate assassin is now anything but; her hair in a riotous mass of curls around a pale face bare of makeup. There’s what looks suspiciously like a jam kiss riding high on her left cheekbone, and a matching chocolate one on the opposite cheek. Natasha’s clothes aren’t faring much better, covered in glitter and scraps of felt.
“Okay, why does it look like a day care centre threw up on you?” Darcy wonders aloud, in the tone of someone who very much does not want the answer to that question. Natasha’s eye twitches worryingly, and Darcy spends a moment silently reciting her will, and then gets distracted by the thought of Thor carrying her coffin, alone and shirtless. The image is both morbid and hot, very hot. Muscles

When Darcy returns to reality, Natasha is still staring at her, patiently, like she knows Darcy just briefly left the planet.
“Children.” She enunciates carefully, when she realises Darcy is paying attention. Darcy blinks, and slides her gaze over the other woman’s shoulder to the disaster zone beyond. Bruce is sprawled across the couch, covered in glitter and snoring. Clint is dozing on the back of the couch, his hair spiked with an alarming green substance Darcy doesn’t dare identify. Even Thor looks exhausted, slumped on the floor and hugging Mjolnir like a particularly hard, hammer shaped safety blanket. Actually, now that she’s looking, the ends of his hair look a little singed.
Children did this?” Darcy finally gets out, and is treated to a repeat of Natasha’s eye twitch. “It looks like you were attacked by a horde of angry scrap bookers!” Darcy’s voice climbs in volume, and Natasha’s eyes go wide. She gets halfway through shushing the other woman when a soft ‘thump’ comes from another room, and Natasha goes still.
“Oh, no.” She whispers, as Clint snorts awake on the couch and Darcy looks on in bemusement.“The young sirs are awake.” JARVIS says, in the same tones one might say ‘the bomb is about to go off’, or ‘the zombies are at the door and you just used your last bullet’. Darcy belatedly wonders if she should have brought her taser, at least for comfort since she can’t see herself tasering small children, no matter how demonic. And then the sources of terror enter the room, and Darcy forgets about the state of the other Avengers entirely.Bucky enters first, and is easily recognised for his tiny metal arm. He’s wearing Iron Man pajama pants and a Hulk shirt, looking tousled and sleepy-eyed as he wanders in. Steve is behind him, tiny and fey looking with his white blonde hair and impossibly blue eyes. He’s clutching a teddy in one hand and Bucky’s flesh hand with the other. Tony is the last, and his appearance takes the longest for Darcy to compute.

He’s wearing a suit. He’s a tiny, dapper, immaculate little gentleman and Darcy just wants to smoosh his fabulous little face.
“Oh, my god look at them. Look at them.” Darcy whisper shrieks, and the kids blink at her with  varying levels of suspicion. After a moment, Tony walks past the other two, crosses the room and holds his hand out to her.
“Hello, ma’am. My name is Tony.” He says crisply, and while it’s adorable it’s also a little sad to see such perfect manners in someone so obviously young. Darcy grins and reaches down to shake his hand.
“Hi, Tony! I’m Darcy.” She replies, like this is totally normal, and is treated to a shy smile.
“You’re very pretty, Miss Darcy.” Tony whispers, like it’s a secret, and his little face goes all pink. Darcy almost swoons. Bucky barrels up next to Tony, Steve on the other side until Tony is smooshed between them.
“M’Bucky, an’ this is Steve.” Bucky declares, glaring pointedly at Darcy’s hand where it still cradles Tony’s until she lets go. Bucky immediately links his arm through Tony’s and Steve does the other, mutinous blue eyes staring up at her until Darcy feels wildly uncomfortable.
“Nice to meet you, boys.” She gets out weakly, and then can only watch as Tony is resolutely tugged away to a small table in the corner covered in art supplies. Evidently, the table is where everything started. Natasha stares mournfully after them, no doubt expecting another explosion of mess.
“I told you,” She says softly, and Darcy nods dazedly. After a moment of watching the three boys carefully orbiting each other’s space, she grins brightly.
“Dude, baby Tony is a stud!”

Warm-up drawing for something else to come. Because like at least 3 people on my dash have done AgeRegression!Darcy + Darcy as Tony’s Daughter and just !!!!!!! We all know Tony is an absolute marshmallow. Like, pre-arc reactor Tony is a marshmallow covered in a thick layer of asshole but after IM3 he’s a squishy emotional marshmallow with condensed milk in the centre. Maybe he wouldn’t be the most organised dad in the world, maybe Darcy goes to bed too late sometimes or has carrot cake for breakfast from starbucks because Tony fucked up an omelette, but the most important bit is Tony letting Darcy know he loves her. Tony struggles with that sort of thing but he’d get there, he needs one of these moments: