#darcy lewis x steve rogers

[grimeysociety]

And I never saw you coming | xii.

“You sound weird,” she retorted, shifting a little. 

“No, it’s just -” he improvised a wave of his arm, gazing around for something, anything. “I…”

“You’re jealous,” Wanda added. 

(the finale! yay!)

[hannahsfandos]

Darcy keeps on doing that sweet sweet torture

Steve realises his feelings might be even deeper than he thought possible.

Oh and Steve gets jealous.

(Again: Steve wouldn’t get a clue if it hit him in the face and called him stupid.)

[glynnisi]

Captain Ratmerica?

(ShieldShock Ficlet- Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers) for my 'Rapid Imaginings' collection

(Read on Ao3 instead)

It wasn't Darcy's first lab explosion. It might have been the largest. It was her first time that an explosion took down an entire building with it. The science building of the Avengers' Upstate Base was destroyed.

Darcy was still inside.

If you make your own luck? Darcy was a lucky, self-rescuing princess.

For years, she'd dealt with Jane's lab explosions. So, she knew how to read indicators. She knew which lab counter had been constructed to withstand getting stomped by the Hulk. She saw the indicators hit 'red' and she ducked under the right lab counter. So, when the building collapsed, Darcy didn't die. She wasn't even injured much. She had some scratches from fallen debris.

But, she was stuck.

Buried.

It was dark. The only noises she heard clearly were the sounds of shifting rubble and a far-off claxon that elevated her heart rate more. She urged herself to stay calm because she didn't have much oxygen left- easier said than done. No phone signal. She kept the phone in her hand, in case that changed. She fidgeted with the phone and with her engagement ring. She really wanted to live and make it to that wedding.

Hours passed.

The damned claxon blared on. Darcy hated the claxon. She loved the claxon. She began to wonder about the claxon.

She leaned against the counter leg, knees up and arms wrapped around them. The space under the counter was mostly-rubble free. She listened, not sure what she hoped to hear. She stared at the too-black darkness, hoping to see light.

Squeak

Darcy fumbled with her phone and turned on the flashlight, hardly able to see at first.

Squeak

She shrieked and flailed, "Go, away, rat! Nooooo! Don't eat my face."

"Darcy? Is that you? Oh, thank God!"

Darcy stopped screaming and nearly passed out, dizzy. "The rat's talking? I cracked. I'm insane. Steve? I..."

"Darcy. Calm down. You're not insane. Well, not very insane. The rat is trained to find survivors. He won't hurt you, honey. He's there to help me get you out."

Darcy's mouth fell open. "Captain Ratmerica? I mean... What?"

*muffled, relieved chuckle* "There's a two-way radio on the rat, Darcy. This is Steve. We're gonna get you out. What's your situation? There's a lot of interference. The explosive residue is emitting false heat signatures. Where were you when the building fell?"

"My situation is that I'm under a ton of rubble with a talking rat," Darcy groused. "Other than that, I'm fine. Late for our dinner date, but fine."

Squeak

"Are you wearing a backpack, Ratmerica? Oh, my God. That's adorable." Darcy let out a tense breath. "I'm under my lab counter, the Hulk-stomp-proof one? Limited air. Captain Ratmerica should leave and stop breathing my air."

Rubble shifted more. There were scraping and falling-rock noises. Crashing sounds. Darcy put her face down against her knees and hoped the rat wouldn't get squashed. Or touch her.

A hint of air movement blew into her under-table bubble. "Air?"

Then, everything changed. There was light and air and everything was dusty. And, she was in Steve's arms and she was okay. He carried Darcy out, bridal style, whispering, "got you, love. You're gonna be okay."

"What about Captain Ratmerica?" Darcy laugh-cried against her fiancé's shoulder.

Squeak

-END

-inspired by the rescue rats post

[bitchsince1976]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Thor (Movies), Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis & Steve Rogers Characters: Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers, Jane Foster (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel) Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Break Up, Friendship, Jane Foster & Darcy Lewis Friendship, Awesome Jane Foster (Marvel), Protective Jane Foster (Marvel), BAMF Jane Foster (Marvel), Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson Friendship, Emotional Hurt, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Darcy Lewis Needs a Hug, Jane Foster is a Momma Bear, Sam Wilson Is A Good Friend, Steve is on Jane's shit list Summary:

"Darcy, please don't go. We need to hear both sides of the story." His begging sounded like desperation. "You can yell at me all you want, and even tase me. I know you take your taser gun everywhere." Darcy couldn't stop the small smile on her face, and Steve took it as a good sign."

"You came here to see if I was dead or alive." Holding out his right hand to her, as if she was his only hope. "Now, I need to know if I can come home."

[puzzlebean]

I was in a shieldshock kinda mood <3

[aenariasbookshelf]

you say you want (me) (part seven of ?)

title: you say you want (me) (part seven of ?)

author: Aenaria

rating: G

Weekly prompt: Cherry week at the @darcylewisbingohq

Characters: Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers

tags/warnings: Darcy/Steve, soulmate AU

Summary: In a world where having a soulmate mark is the norm for most people, Darcy Lewis is one of the rare few unmarked people. Of course, this doesn’t stop her from finding the right partner. 

Previous parts can be found here: https://www.tumblr.com/aenariasbookshelf/719213889614708736

I really should put these ficlets into some sort of order and get them posted to AO3, shouldn't I?

*

“I can’t believe you’re taking me to Staten fucking Island for a date.”

“No, I took you to Brooklyn for a date, we’re making a quick stop for dessert before heading back to the compound. Besides, you said you liked Italian ice; this place supposedly has some of the best around.”

Darcy just rolls her eyes bemusedly as she hops out of the passenger seat of the inconspicuous black SUV. Steve shuts the door behind her and they begin to walk down the street to where the Italian ice place of legend is. He slings an arm around her shoulders and pulls her close, providing a little bit of extra warmth in the chill of the fall evening.

The place is surprisingly crowded, people waiting on various lines inching towards the ordering counter. Steve tugs his baseball cap just a little bit lower and makes sure that the lensless glasses are still on his face. Darcy privately thinks it’s the dumbest disguise ever, but it seems to work better than imagined. But also, maybe it’s because people don’t expect to see someone as famous and well known as Captain America doing something as normal as going out to dinner or getting some ice cream. Which is both a curse and a blessing in itself.

Still, Darcy notices a couple of sly glances tossed their way that she’s not quite sure what to make of. So she just stays curled into Steve’s side as they wait their turn.

This being New York (even if they are in a part that Darcy would barely consider a part of the city) however, no one says anything and soon enough they’re walking back to the car, icy cold treats in hand. She licks at the ice, orange creamsicle flavors melting on her tongue, cold and creamy and a nice little kick of nostalgia. For just a moment, she’s a child on the boardwalk with her parents, tucking into some Italian ice after spending a long day baking on the beach, getting sand in every crevice and her hair tangled from salt water.

Maybe next summer she can take Steve to the beach also. He needs a vacation more than anyone she knows.

There’s a soft noise next to her, and she sees Steve looking down at her, a soft smile on his face, pink lips made even redder from the cherry ice he’s been eating. “What are you thinking?” he asks.

“I’m thinking I want to, when it’s warmer out, show you the beach where I grew up. And we can just spend a day there being lazy and warm and there’s nothing more important than the water in front of us and the sun in the sky.” Fanciful, yes, but that’s her deepest secret, after all. 

That for all her feelings about soulmates being an entire and utter racket, Darcy Lewis is still a romantic at heart.

“In the summer then,” Steve nods. “We’ll make a tradition out of it.” There’s a little flush on his cheeks, just barely visible under the yellow glow of a street light, but it’s the same shade as the cherry on his lips.

“In the summer,” Darcy agrees, grinning. “In the meantime - it’s a Friday night. Neither one of us is working tomorrow. We don’t really need to rush back to the compound, do we?”

Steve shakes his head slowly. “No, no rush at all,” he smirks.

When he bends down to kiss her, he tastes like cherries.

[shieldshockfanfic]

Hoping maybe you can help with am old SheildShock story were Nat, Bucky, Tony and Dr. Susan Cho got deaged and Darcy and Steve had to watch over them. I remember Susan was dating Sam as an adult and called him Cookie Butt. And that Darcy and Steve took them all to Disneyland. Can't seem to find it and I fear its been deleted 😢

This? It sounded like an Emma98 story to me, so I'm smiling my way through her stuff on Ao3 now. :)

Darcy, I Shrunk the Avengers

emma98

What happened to @wahwahwaffles while I was off Tumblr/Ao3?

[indynerdgirl]

Fic Rec Tag

Rules: Recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is "most popular" and 2 that are "hidden gems!" Then tag some folks.

I was tagged by @anniesocsandgeneralstore. Thank you, my dear! 😘

Most Popular: The Same Day

Published: Feb, 16th 2016 Word Count: 1,659 Complete? Yes Fandom: MCU, Iron Man, Captain America Total hits on AO3: 5,836 Ships/Pairings: Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Jane Foster/Thor Tags: Baby Fic, Fluff, Darcy Lewis is Tony Stark's Daughter, Established Relationships Summary: Steve and Tony were standing at the nursery window, both looking at a sleeping baby girl and both pondering what higher being there was in the universe that had decided to give them a second chance.

Hidden Gem #1: Watching Her Walk Away

Published: Sept 27th, 2012 Word Count: 1,240 Complete? Yes Fandom: Harry Potter Total hits on AO3: 871 Ships/Pairings: Scorpius Malfoy/Rose Weasley Tags: Angst, No Happy Ending Summary: "I know it's kind of last minute, but would you like to go out for a drink after work? You know, just as two old friends catching up?" "I'm… I'm sorry, but I can't. I, uh, already have plans for tonight."

Hidden Gem #2: Getting Over You

Published: Oct 11th, 2012 Word Count: 203 Complete? Yes Fandom: MCU, Thor Total hits on AO3: 1,759 Ships/Pairings: Darcy Lewis/Loki Tags: Drabble, Angst, Drinking to Forget, No Happy Ending Summary: She wanted to get drunk enough tonight to numb the pain he was causing her.

Bonus Hidden Gem (Because I Couldn't Decide Between The One I Posted For #2 Or This One): Budapest

Published: Sept 27th, 2012 Word Count: 249 Complete? Yes Fandom: MCU, Avengers Total hits on AO3: 1,469 Ships/Pairings: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov Tags: Drabble, A Touch of Angst, Backstory Summary: They both remember Budapest differently. And neither wants to change that. A short Clintasha one-shot.

No pressure tags!: @themonkeycabal @kryptonitejelly @wombtotombx @myshipsaresunk @bradshawsbaby @perfectprettypisces @seresinhangmanjake

[grimeysociety]

sometimes you're stressed because you're hosting your divorced parents for Christmas Eve dinner so you don't sleep and then ask an AI to generate some art at 5.30 AM

[hannahsfandos]

Chapter 9 In for the kill.

Someone goes in for the kill

No, not Steve.

He's got a little while to flounder before he might get a clue.

No it's not Darcy either... Though if it was, I'm pretty sure Steve wouldn't recognise it as her coming on to him, even if she did something radical like ask him out or somehting

[glynnisi]

Some Days You Just Need a Blanket Nest

“Is that the last of them?” Sam Wilson was out of breath as he shoved another grousing Hydra soldier towards the prison transport bus. “Cut your whining, man,” Sam added to the grunt.

The attack on the Upstate base had been sudden and brutal.

Some of the Avengers had returned just after the Hydra forces had stalled in their attack on the science labs.  Apparently, an astrophysicist used her experimental know-how to transport attackers into the tops of various trees in the woods around the base. Few of them had found their way back down from their unwelcome perches about two hundred feet in the air. Falcon had flown over fifty of them to the ground where Steve and Natasha processed and loaded them into a prison transport.

Steve grinned, “yes, Sam. That’s the last. Nice work.”

“Nice work, my tired ass. You two need to get a way to fly so you can be more useful.” Sam rubbed one aching arm. He looked up, still scanning treetops as he chuckled to himself. “That was a pretty funny thing to come back to. When the alarms sounded, I was actually worried about our scientists. Silly me.”

Steve’s grin faded. “Me, too.” He kept his eyes on the paperwork he was finishing, avoiding Natasha’s knowing gaze.

“Why don’t you go check on her, Cap? I’m sure she’d appreciate your thanks for dealing with the bad guys for us,” Natasha’s tone was smooth, as always. And, she was right. It was the sort of thing he should do. It had nothing to do with the overwhelming, heart-racing attraction he felt for Dr. Foster’s pretty assistant, Darcy Lewis.

Steve nodded, nervously shifting in place as he finished signing the transfer papers. “Sure.” He glanced at the transport as it began to leave. Fighting bad guys? Easy. Talking to beautiful women? Terrifying.

***

Steve’s nervousness was supplanted by concern as he got closer to the astrophysics lab. There was ample evidence of violence and destruction. Base Security had put out fires, started repairing breakage, and was gathering evidence- including many bullet casings. Blood spattered walls and floors. Injured people were still being tended to and transported to the Medical bay.

A breaching ram lay on the floor, discarded after it had shattered the astrophysics lab door. Steve stepped over it and knocked on the bent door frame, looking around carefully. The computers were on. Energy rods hummed. A cushion-less couch sat, forlorn. “Hello?” Steve called, stomach tightening with anxiety that the first question he’d asked on arriving at the base had been answered incorrectly, that Darcy Lewis had been harmed after all.

“Hi.” Her voice was soft, muffled.

Steve made his way further into the lab. “Miss Lewis? Are you okay?” He stopped, brow furrowed, as he stared. He knelt and peered under the blankets and into a carefully-arranged construct of cushions, pillows, and blankets. Two sets of wide eyes blinked back at him.

“Some days you just need a blanket nest. Today’s one of those days. You can call me Darcy, if you like.” Darcy held her kitten close under her chin. “Have you met Leia?”

Steve shook his head. “Isn’t that a name out of the Star Wars movies?”

“Yeah. She’s a self-rescuing princess.” Darcy’s voice shook.

Steve nodded. “Good thing to be. Cute kitty, too.” His eyes darted from corner to corner of the blanket nest. “Is she doing okay? It must’ve gotten scary in here.” He kept his voice low, hoping to soothe.

Darcy nodded. “Yeah. She’s pretty tough. But, she needed help calming down. They got too close.”

“So, you made the perfect blanket nest.” Steve grinned at her and sat on the ground. His grin widened as Darcy launched into a detailed explanation of the importance of cushions and soft blankets- all arranged ‘just so.’ She waved her hands and pushed her glasses up as she talked. The tremble in her voice got less pronounced as she warmed to her subject. He was charmed, his attraction to her increasing with every word out of her mouth. When Darcy paused her explanation to take a breath, he apologized, “I’m sorry we weren’t here to protect you. Thank you for all you did to protect the base. You were brave, resourceful.”

Darcy’s head dropped and he heard tears in her voice. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get them out faster. I’m sorry people got hurt.”

“You can only do so much, only be so many places at once. You did great.” Steve assured her, hand flexing as he itched to reach out and offer her more comfort.

Darcy nodded and sniffed, getting hold of herself again. “Guess you know all about that.” She wiped her eyes and looked up, forcing a grin back into place.

“I do.” Steve gave her a soft smile. “You okay, Darcy?”

“I’ll be fine.” Darcy assured him. “Thanks for checking on us, Cap. Leia’s flattered to get top-brass attention.”

Steve winced, “I’m not… Don’t like to think of myself that way.” He hesitated. “I’d prefer you call me Steve.”

“But… isn’t this just an official admin welfare check?” Darcy chuckled, rueful.

Steve shook his head and took a deep breath, admitting, “not entirely.” He shrugged, “I could’ve sent someone else. I wanted to see that you’re okay for myself, though.”

“Why’s that?” Darcy tone shifted.

“You interest me.” Steve shrugged, his voice shaking. He couldn’t meet her inquisitive gaze.

Darcy studied him, seeing the shift from confident to nervous. “Huh. You’re really cute, Steve. Adorable, actually.”

Steve’s expression shifted. “I don’t hear those words used to describe me all that much.”

“If people saw you get flustered like that you would.” She grinned.

He winced, “flustered?”

Darcy nodded. “Yeah. And… interesting. You interest me, too.”

Steve met her gaze then and grinned. “Would you be interested in getting coffee together?”

She nodded. “Yes. I would. Carpè diem and all that.”

Steve stood and reached out a hand to help her up.

fin

[aenariasbookshelf]

Fic Preview: Hey, Okay

Working title: Hey, Okay

Author: Aenaria

Rating: PG (for now)

prompt filled: DLBHQ Weekly Challenge, Song Week!

Characters: Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers

Tags/warnings: alcohol, people acting a bit creepy while under the influence

Summary: In which a night at a bar to get out of his head, just for a little while, turns into the start of a beautiful…something. They’ll figure it out along the way.

A/n: This is a preview of a story I'm working on, which is a combination of being inspired by a song (it’s worked for me over decades of writing, why stop now?) mixed with the desire to write something soft and sweetly romantic in a happier universe than the one we’ve got on screen. The multiverse is officially a thing now, and I’m absolutely taking advantage of it. And it absolutely fits for the @darcylewisbingohq Song Week challenge too, or at least the preview does. This first chapter isn’t quite done yet, but there’s enough to give a taste of what’s coming.

Look, I’ll get there eventually. Writing has been hard lately, and I’m trying to find my feet again. But that’s a rant for another day.

The song in question is Hey Okay by Anneke van Giersbergen. Sometimes, when a song hits, it really just gets you right in the heart, and this is one of them for me.

*

A couple of minutes later he sees from the corner of his eye a couple of the bachelorettes come up to the bar to order another round, perching a few seats down from him. Steve can feel their stares on him, and it just makes him even more uncomfortable. ‘Why are you like this?’ he thinks, even though he recognizes that he could figure out the answer to that question with a lot more introspection than he’s comfortable with right then.

The bar stool on the other side of him is pulled back with a loud scraping noise, and when Steve glances over he sees the woman from the booth now sitting there, her laptop clutched to her chest and a slightly wild and unnerved look in her eyes. She’s pretty, in a unique sort of a way, wide eyes and full lips, and wavy dark hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun. “Okay, I don’t normally do this, especially with a stranger,” she blurts out, her fingers clenching on the laptop, “but would you mind just talking to me for a little while so the frat boys over there will leave me the hell alone?”

Steve leans back in his seat slightly so he can see the booth where she had been sitting, and sure enough the boys who had trailed the bachelorette party in set themselves up in the booth right next to her. One of them was even brazen enough to set himself down on the bench in her booth right opposite her, and was now looking back at him with a deep frown on his face.

“You need me to run them off?” Steve asks. “I don’t mind.” 

“Nah, just talk to me for a bit until they get bored and move on.” She looks past him, squinting in the direction of the bachelorettes. “Besides, it looks like you could use a bit of a bodyguard from the slavering hordes yourself.”

Steve tilts his head in agreement and raises his bottle in a slight toast. “You’re not wrong. It looks like you abandoned your drink back there, can I buy you a new one?”

She grins at him, revealing a small gap between her front teeth. “I will take the finest seltzer and lime this bar has to offer. I’m Darcy, by the way.” She holds out her hand to him, a lot more warm and inviting and just friendlier than most people usually are.

It’s a nice change, to be looked at as just another guy. “Steve,” he says, shaking her hand.

[shieldshockfanfic]

Adorable ShieldShock Fanfiction from @yespumpkindoodlesthings

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ADORABLE ShieldShock Fanfic from @janeykath318!

Lines (Shieldshock)

“You’re hotter than a bunsen burner set to full power.”

“You’re like an exothermic reaction: you spread your hotness everywhere!”

“Oh, gosh. Someone kill me now.” Darcy whimpered at her own line and fled the room. Steve’s face was a bright red and currently buried in his hands. They were on the second day of this Steve and Darcy pick up line spree, and it was starting to get weird.

It had all started yesterday when the Avengers returned from a mission and Darcy had been handing out her famous brownies.

When she’d handed hers to Steve she’d said “Are you a compound of beryllium and barium? Because you’re a total Ba-Be.”

Steve’s reply had stunned his friends. “You must be a magnetic monopole, because all I get from you is attraction.”

The scientists among them had burst out laughing and Steve and Darcy had both turned red. When they’d tried to interact at supper, a similar exchange happened and many eyebrows rose.

“Damn, Steve, you’re worse than I used to be.” Bucky had observed with an impish grin.

“You’re a bad influence,” Steve had muttered.

“Don’t stop. This is getting really entertaining,” Tony observed, munching popcorn.

“It would be if we could control it.” Steve sighed. “I physically cannot say anything to Darcy that’s not a pick up line. My brain gets overridden by what comes out of my mouth. And I’m pretty sure it’s happening to her, too.”

“The power of lust, I presume,” Tony theorized. “Clearly, the UST has reached dangerous levels. I’ve seen the way you look at each other.”

“Not helpful, Tony,” Rhodey put in.

“I think Steve is right,” Bucky put in. “You can see their mouths start to form completely different words from what they end up saying. It’s like they’re being overridden.”

Steve’s longtime bestie looked deeply concerned and Tony grimaced at what he was implying.

“I see what you mean,” Natasha put in thoughtfully. “They’re perfect for each other, but it has to be consensual. Something or someone is taking matchmaking too far.”

“Let’s test this theory a bit,” Bruce suggested. “If it checks out, we’ll have to have them both undergo medical exams.”

Steve made a face, but nodded.

“Someone’s gotta find Darcy though,” he sighed. “I think she’s run off to her lair, as she calls it. I’d go get her, but…… you know…” He shrugged helplessly.

“You might accidentally proposition her?” Tony asked gleefully. Steve glared at him.

“Have you tried non-verbal communication?” Suggested Clint. “Writing a note or text her? Find out how far the control goes?”

Steve’s eyes brightened and he eagerly snatched the pen and memo pad thrust at him.

Darcy, meanwhile, was moping in the small break room outside the lab. It had been fitted out with a couch, tv, and vending machines and was a very cozy spot to relax in. She wasn’t feeling very relaxed as she thought about the situation with Steve. Yes, she was crazy about the man, but she sure didn’t like feeling out of control. Steve would probably never want to speak to her again if they couldn’t figure out what was causing the uncontrollable pick up line syndrome.

Right as she was mourning a potentially ruined friendship, There was a knock at the door and she looked up to see Steve silently standing there.

Clapping a hand over her mouth to prevent any more episodes, she shook her head at him vehemently. Steve gave her a knowing grin and silently handed her a note written in elegant cursive.

Darcy,

Can you come back to the meeting room? We want to test a theory and brainstorm solutions. You don’t have to talk to me, but it looks like with writing we still can communicate without hitting on each other. I wrote this myself and didn’t have any issues.

This was hopeful. Scrambling for a pen, Darcy flipped over Steve’s note and wrote on the back.

Thank Goodness. Also, I’m really sorry, Steve. Can we still be friends?

She showed him her response and he quickly added his response.

Nothing to be sorry for. It’s not your fault. Of course we can still be friends. Life would be sad without you in it.

Awww. That’s super sweet. Also, your penmanship is commendable. Forties thing?

Steve chuckled and swiftly replied.

Nope. My mom taught me. Bucky’s is chicken scratch.

Darcy laughed out loud and got up from the couch.

Let’s go, Soldier. I apologize in advance for the inappropriate things I’ll say to you.

Ditto. Steve replied. They shared rueful smiles and headed back to face the music.

“Okay, Steve and Darcy, we’re going to give you each a sentence and then you’re going to say it back to one of us, then again to each other, okay?”

They nodded simultaneously and the test began.

They were both able to repeat back to Bruce the sentence that he had given them, but when they turned to each other what came out was:

“Your angles must be less than 90 degrees, because I think that you are so acute,” Darcy blurted.

“You must be mitochondria, because you’re the powerhouse of my heart,” Steve replied, wincing at himself.

“Not gonna lie, that last one was pretty cheesy,” Bucky commented, grinning again.

Darcy silently agreed, though the look on Steve’s face was so comical, she had to laugh.

“I love how they’re all science themed,” Tony observed. “Very thematic for Darcy.”

“Oh, hush,” Darcy reprimanded him. “This better not be anything you caused.”

“Nope.” Tony denied. “Pepper would slay me.”

“Well, it looks like we’ve established that Steve and Darcy can speak normally to other people, but not to each other,” Bruce summarized. “And they can converse with each other normally via written word. Interesting.”

He thought for a moment, then continued with a question.

“Can either of you two think of any unusual things that happened to you this week? Lab incidents? Mission mishaps?”

Darcy thought hard and she could practically see the gears turning in Steve’s head as he did the same.

“No, nothing I can think of. Mission was routine. They didn’t even get close enough to really cause any issues,” Steve reported.

“Well, Jane and I went out for drinks with Thor and Loki before she left for that conference. Loki was on his best behavior for once, but that doesn’t mean much. I got a little too drunk and might have confessed something to him that I shouldn’t have,” Darcy admitted, with a sinking feeling, not daring to look at Steve.

“Oh, yeah. What do you want to bet that the god of mischief decided to “help” things along?” Clint asked.

“Seems like something he’d do,” Bucky agreed.

“Yup.” Darcy sighed. “I’ll go see if the Big Guy is still around. We’ll get to the bottom of this.”

A quick call to Jane revealed that Thor was still on earth and would get there as soon as he could.

In the meantime, Bruce had Steve and Darcy undergo medical checkups and brain scans just to check that there wasn’t anything else causing the issue. Everything came back clear, so Loki was deemed the culprit and all they could do was wait for Thor to track him down.

The wait felt interminable to Darcy, who missed talking/flirting with Steve. Natasha got fed up with seeing them writing on note pads all the time and made sure they were given each other’s phone number. The switch to texting resulted in the sharing of funny memes and Darcy making Steve laugh so hard he grabbed his own chest. She felt very satisfied and also very smitten. Finally, she took matters into her own hands. They were alone in the kitchen, waiting on their coffee to finish brewing when she plucked up her courage to admit the truth.

Hey, Steve,

I wouldn’t be mad if you asked me out for realsies. What I drunkenly confessed to Loki was that I really, really like you.

Her heart was in her throat as she waited for his response, but judging by the way he smiled as he typed, she felt sure it was going to be positive.

Darcy, I would love to take you on a date. I’m ashamed of how chicken I’ve been about it, but I’ve liked you for a while. Insecurities got the better of me. I’m definitely a work in progress, but I do think you’re hotter than a bunsen burner.

Darcy flushed and looked up to meet Steve’s gaze. He gave her the innocent boyish smile he was known for, but followed it up with a suggestive wink. Holy cow.

You’re gonna kill me with your cuteness, aren’t you? She typed.

Not purposely. I’d like to have you around for a long, long time.

“Are you the Higgs-Boson Particle? Because I’ve been colliding and colliding and I finally found you,” Darcy proclaimed, forgetting herself in her delight.

Oops. She typed out, reddening again. What I was trying to say is “I hope you’re around for a long time, too.”

Thor and Loki arrived two days after this monumental conversation and Darcy didn’t have the heart to be very angry with him.

“The mutual pining between the two of you was nauseating and I decided to help things along,” Loki told them haughtily. “The spell will dissipate instantly if you kiss, and will wear off more slowly if you have communicated your feelings for each other.”

“How slowly?” Steve asked.

“No more than three of your measly human days,” Loki answered, looking rather smug as he observed Steve and Darcy.

“That means we have one more day until it wears off,” Steve said. He looked questioningly at Darcy.

Meet me in my lair in one hour. She texted, shooting him a wink. Steve happily obeyed.

“I’m attracted to you so strongly, scientists will have to develop a fifth fundamental force,” he told her just before she kissed him senseless.

“I guess it worked,” Steve breathed breathlessly when he’d finally caught his breath.

“Yeah, it did,” Darcy agreed, glad the words coming out of her mouth were her own again. “But I have one more line for you.”

“Oh? Do tell,” Steve encouraged her, arms still around her.

“You must be from the cosmos because your body is heavenly.” She whispered coquettishly, running her hand down his muscular arm. Steve turned an adorable shade of pink and kissed her again.

[syntheticavenger]

Fatal Diagnosis - Two

I hope you enjoy the little twist I've placed in the first chapter. We'll be getting a visit from three others throughout this mini series starting with Part Three.

Series Masterlist

Recommended Listening: Disease by Lady Gaga

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of religion, mentions of death, language.

Words: 1.5K

Demon Doctor! Steve Rogers x Angel Nurse! Female Reader

Summary | Despite your best efforts, some of your patients that you care for start to pass away under mysterious circumstances. The intimidating doctor with the soothing bedside manner seems to always be one step ahead of you.

Mr. Hillman is fast asleep, unaware of you standing at his bedside. You can tell someone has been in this room – despite everything being where you left it.

You can still smell the burned flesh when you reached the door.

And it wasn’t just his door.

Whatever lurks inside these halls is testing you. It’s suffocating when you enter the recovery wing, the sense that something is watching you under the bright lights and sanitized spaces not lost on you as you go through your rounds. It hides in every corner, through the corner of your eye, heavy on your chest and heart, almost waiting to pounce.

Your patient will be discharged today, looking at his chart in relief that he was able to pull through, saying a quick prayer in thanks before you feel a dark presence that makes you go still, your feet braced on the floor.

Footsteps pause at the door and for a moment, your eyes darken, ready to protect Mr. Hillman when the footsteps continue on. Still, you watch the door for a moment, a whispery voice breaking you out of your concentration.

“Angel,” Mr. Hillman says sleepily before he slips back into a deep sleep.

“Rest up,” you reply softly. “They won’t succeed.”

When your hand reaches for the door, you take one look back at him, committing him to memory. He’d been at death’s door with his illness and his daughter will be happy to know her father has pulled through.

A miracle, really.

-

Darcy inspects her painted nails, ignoring you when you sit next to her to finish his discharge paperwork. She’s been immersed in this podcast, the host still talking as she lowers the volume for a moment.

“Dr. Rogers was looking for you,” Darcy says after a moment, holding up her index finger to the light. “Does this look crooked to you? I swear I didn’t file it right.”

“Did he say what he wanted?”

“Nope,” she says with a loud pop of her mouth. “Man of little words around me. He was going into check on Miss Farmer, I think.”

“Why? She was stable this morning, wasn’t she?”

Darcy shrugs, inspecting another nail.

“Darcy, she’s your patient.”

“She’s fine. I’m just telling you where he went. Maybe he’s checking on her because she’s,” Darcy pauses, holding her hands out near her chest. “You saw her. Melons.”

You want to say something to her about her comment but Dr. Rogers comes into view, his eyes trained on you when you straighten your shoulders. He’s dressed in his usual white shirt and black slacks, his white coat immaculate.

“Good morning,” he says warmly, flashing you and Darcy a smile. “I hope you were able to sleep well last night. You were here late, weren’t you?”

“A little but I had some last-minute things to do,” you say in reply, seeing him nod in agreement.

“How is Miss Farmer?” Darcy asks him, trying to hide a smile.

“She’s your patient, Darcy. How would I know?” Dr. Rogers snaps.

Darcy’s smile fades at his biting remark, getting to her feet as she locks her computer.

“Say no more.”

She leaves you and Dr. Rogers alone, your eyes going back to your monitor to finish the paperwork.

“Do you know anything about Latin?” Dr. Rogers asks, leaning over the counter. “I came across a phrase last night and I was a little confused by it.”

“What phrase?”

Pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket, he slides it over to you.

Non Mortem Timemus, Sed Cogitationem Mortis.

You read it silently, aware of how he’s staring, waiting for you to translate. You won’t do it, knowing that you’ve seen this phrase before and reciting it out loud would bring about something you won’t want.

“Confused by what, Dr. Rogers?” you ask, seeing him look down at the paper.

“It’s a death quote,” he says, pointing to the word ‘mortem’. “Almost a warning if I didn’t know better.”

“A warning for what?”

“I was hoping you could tell me. The quote mentions death, doesn’t it? Some people think I’m the Grim Reaper around here,” he says with a wry smile as you look down at your keyboard. “I hear you all talk.”

“I don’t think that,” you reply quickly. “How could I? You’re a doctor, you’re here to save people.”

“You’ve been a lucky charm in this place. I don’t think we’ve lost anyone in at least a week.”

He’s never talked to you this much before, let alone maintain this much eye contact. You force yourself to look up from your monitor, dipping your chin in response.

“Bedside manner, I guess. I learned from the best.”

“Who is that?”

“My mentor,” you answer him. “She was a wonderful teacher.”

He tilts his head to the side at your response, amused in a way that you are reminiscing that seems almost condescending, the way he nods along.

“What was her name?”

Why he’s suddenly so invested, you aren’t sure. 

“Dr. Maria.”

“Did she have a last name?”

“She does, yes,” you answer him quietly. Something about this question puts your defenses up, in a way that you’re unsure of where it came from.

Dr. Rogers flashes you a quick grin, cold and unfeeling before he moves away from the counter.

“It was nice chatting with you. I need to go check on Darcy and make sure she’s not on an extended break.”

-

Darcy knocks on the door, opening it slightly to find her patient still in bed. The once vivacious woman can barely lift her head as Darcy moves closer. Her mouth opens and closes like a fish, a flutter of something in her mouth before Darcy blinks and it’s gone as if she hallucinated.

“Miss Farmer?” she asks, equipment all around her beeping quickly. “What’s happening?”

The woman’s head falls back on the pillow, losing consciousness as Darcy hits a button for assistance, an alert sounding out on the machine.

“Fuck…. Fuck… fuck,” Darcy whispers to herself, beginning CPR. “Don’t die on me.”

The door opens as a team comes in, Darcy continuing, so focused that she doesn’t see Dr. Rogers enter the room. An eerie silence comes over the room, Dr. Rogers’ voice commanding her to stop.

“No,” Darcy says. “I need to keep trying!”

“She’s dead,” Dr. Rogers says calmly. “You did everything you could.”

Darcy watches as he calls her time of death, turning on her heels to collect herself outside.

“What a shame,” Dr. Rogers says, holding his hand up as a team of nurses stops in their tracks. “No need. I’ve got this covered.”

Standing near the door as they leave, you see him lean over, Miss Farmer’s chest rising and falling slowly.

On cue, a Code Blue alert gets attention, rushing out of the room almost too eager for your liking, leaving you alone with Darcy’s patient.

-

Dr. Rogers inhales deeply, smiling to himself as he calls another time of death, reinvigorated by his recent meal. It’s almost too easy, these poor souls that have no idea they will never leave this place.

He remembers Miss Farmer and Darcy, getting a notification that makes his eyes darken. Darcy’s excited text means that Miss Farmer has survived, her vitals stable once more. 

He knows it’s you.

There was never any doubt in his mind, but his irritation grows at the thought that he could have had another meal if you had no interfered. He’ll deal with Darcy, bringing her back from the brink of death.

That will put you in your place.

It’s laughable for the moment, missing another meal and having another lined up.

He can’t wait to see you cry when your peer isn’t there to feed you lines about his supposed nature.

-

“She made it through,” Dr. Rogers says, your head lifting at his greeting.

He seems relieved but once again, something is off, the way he seems to be slightly annoyed. You want to chalk it up to his relentless morning but he stands over Darcy’s patient for a moment, as if he can’t believe she’s alive.

“She did. Darcy took a break. I still think she’s in shock from what happened. We almost lost her.”

“I know, I was ready to call time of death,” he agrees.

You stand, looking over at Miss Farmer as she sleeps, perspiration dotting her forehead as Dr. Rogers looks over again.

“That would have been unfortunate. But she pulled through, Dr. Rogers. That is a miracle.”

“So it is. Perhaps you’re the blessing.”

Walking toward the door, you pause when you get near him.

“I found these,” you say, opening your hand as you drop something in his hand.

Three moths fall into his hand, still moving as you stare up at him.

“Can’t imagine where they came from. You know what they’re called, right?” you ask, seeing him look down at his open palm.

“Enlighten me.”

“Acherontia Lachesis. You don’t find them here very often, if at all.”

“Acherontia Lachesis,” he repeats. “A type of moth, I’m guessing.”

“Death’s head hawkmoth, to be exact. I found them in her mouth.”

His hands close over the moths, your own hand reaching out to touch his own, ignoring the searing pain of touching his cold hand.

“I have no idea where they came from, but I have an idea,” you continue.

“We’ll have Dr. Banner call the exterminator.”

“Thank you, Dr. Rogers, I appreciate that.”

Lifting your hand from his, you look back at Miss Farmer for a moment.

“She’ll make a full recovery.”

“You seem convinced. Let’s hope so.”

You give him a smile, your eyes hovering at her empty glass on the table.

“Just a feeling. Have a good night, Dr. Rogers.”

-

Darcy cracks open a can of soda, filling out reports when the lights flicker. She’s on graveyards this week, annoyed that she tried to be nice to MJ and now she had to change her entire schedule. Her podcast skips as she pauses it, noticing the WiFi has gone out. 

“Damn technology,” she mutters, standing up to inspect the connection, only to see Dr. Rogers standing at the counter.

Jumping back, she laughs nervously, her hand flying to her chest.

“You scared me! God,” she mutters, trying to breathe. “I think I almost died.”

“Shouldn’t you be doing your rounds?”

The lights flicker back on, her podcast at full blast as he shakes his head in disapproval. A flash of light catches his eye as his focuses on her necklace.

“I’m going,” she counters, grabbing her pen and clipboard. “Just needed a break.”

“A break,” he repeats, his eyes going black rapidly before changing back as he follows behind her. “I don’t think you’ve worked a whole shift since I got here.”

When she whirls around, he’s closer than she expected, her eyes narrowing at him.

“Why are you always on me? No one else, just you. Some of these other nurses may suck up to you because they think you’re hot but I’m not one of them.”

“I expect professionalism from you. Decorum, even.”

“You get what you get with me,” Darcy shoots back. “Is that a problem?”

“Yes,” he snaps. “It is.”

Darcy fingers her necklace, Dr. Rogers glaring in response as she raises an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he snaps. “Get back to work.”

[grimeysociety]

Six Days preview.

a mini sequel to The Melody of a Fallen Tree, written for @freyaswolf ❤️

“Shit! I slept through my alarm! Shit!”

Darcy bolted upright, taking half the bed covers with her. Steve instinctively clung to his share, his eyes snapping open as she darted around their bedroom to find her clothes. She had thirty minutes tops to get ready, leave, and then open the store. This was exactly why she had troubling sleeping last night. She’d tossed and turned for hours until Steve took hold of her and pulled her flush to his chest, kissing her.

Which is why she was trying to find her underwear. She got a new pair from her chest of drawers and shoved them on, grabbing her bra from the tangle of pyjamas at the foot of the bed.

“How did that even happen?” she groused, rubbing her eyes. “How?”

She knew how, she just couldn’t quite believe it. Steve watched as she gathered up her hair in a haphazard bun, sitting up in bed.

“Can you walk Riley to school?” she asked. “I don’t think I’ve got the time now, I’m so sorry…”

“Sure, baby,” he murmured. He put up a hand. “It’s okay, don’t apologize.”

She flew back to him, pressing a kiss to his lips. She attempted to pull back just as fast but his hand caught her jaw and he kissed her longer, deepening it. She gave a little groan, hating that she couldn’t linger.

“I have to go!”

She tore away, picking up her phone along the way, thankful that at least she’d remembered to charge it during the night. She collided with Riley, whose hair still looked slept-on and tangled. Her brown eyes widened up at Darcy as they steadied themselves.

“Jesus!”

“Why are you late?” Riley asked.

She chewed a piece of toast, and Darcy noticed she managed to get a little smear of peanut butter on her arm when they ran into each other. She lifted her limb to her mouth, sucking.

Riley followed her down the hall to the kitchen, where Darcy grabbed her apron from the back of a chair. Milk was spilt on the kitchen table, beside a bowl of half eaten cereal.

“I poured my own breakfast!”

“I can see that,” Darcy said. Steve tended to watch his seven year-old daughter tackle things by herself with a wince, and she could picture him walking in soon to find the kitchen in disarray. “Can you get the cloth from the sink and wipe this up, honey?”

“You’re not walking me to school?” Riley said, pouting.

Darcy shook her head, heart sinking a little at that little face. She leaned down to kiss her forehead.

“I’m late, like you said. I didn’t hear my alarm.”

“I did,” Riley said, scrunching her nose.

“Uh-huh.”

As Darcy was about to leave, she glanced down at Riley again, frowning. The girl’s red t-shirt was damp in several spots.

“I spilt milk on me, too,” Riley explained. “But it’s still good.”

Darcy shook her head. “Go change, after you wipe up. It’s why we do laundry.”

Riley let out an extravagant sigh, throwing her head back. Darcy tried not to encourage her dramatic streak, pressing her lips together so she didn’t laugh. She got as far as the front door before she heard:

“Baby!”

She froze, seeing Steve jog into the room, wearing his boxer briefs, Riley trailing behind. He held up a set of keys, and Darcy deflated.

“You can’t open the store without ‘em,” he whispered, handing them to her.

She grabbed him by the chin and kissed him, making him chuckle. She moved away, aware of Riley as their audience. Steve’s fond smirk had her remembering last night, how she’d been put to sleep finally with their legs tangled together.

For a second, she considered calling Jane and lying that she was sick, just to go back to bed with him. He was almost too cute, all rumpled and warm, his hair sticking up like Riley’s, his tattoos all on display.

“Love you,” she whispered, heart squeezing.

“Love you, too,” he whispered back.