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plscallmeeren · 1 year ago

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DON‘T MIND THAT

Darcy Lewis x Reader

Request: Yep :) and it makes me very happy

Summary: you work as an on-the-field medic for the Avengers and are dating Darcy Lewis (your girlfriend of four years, lucky you) and realise that her combat skills could use some serious improvement. Training turns out to be more fun than expected

Warnings: Swearing; insinuations of sex; some touching and almost sexy stuff I guess; violence (not heavily depicted or anything)

Word Count: 3.1K+

Darcy cackled at a line Sheldon had pulled, not letting the smile slip from your face seeing her so happy.

With one more 'bazinga' the scene came to a close and Leonard and Penny were making out in his bed.

You looked down at Darcy who was sitting in between your legs, slowly munching on a musli bar, clad in only a lacy bralette and panties due to the fact that you had only recently woken up.

"That doesn't look too bad, does it, love?" you grinned, moving your thumbs in circles where your hands lay on her tummy.

"Mhm, no... 'M not satiated yet from last night," she teased, her words growing more clear as she spoke. She rolled around so that her cleavage hung around your groin and she could look up at you through those damned lashes.

"Yeah? You looked pretty tired when I was finished with you, I'd say," you smirked, your hands moving to grip her ass, encouraging her legs towards you as she placed a gentle kiss against you boxers.

"Ten minutes until take-off. New location discovered. Please meet at Quinjet in bay 16-A," came the annoying, annoying, annoying, annoying voice of JARVIS.

"Fuuuck," you groaned, throwing your head back and hissing when it hit the headboard.

"You want me to kiss it better?" Darcy offered, sitting a little more upright but not making the view any less inviting - or, for that matter, teasing.

"I'm gonna need lots of kissing better when I get back, yeah?" She kissed your forehead adorably in the meantime.

You quickly stood up, dragging the leather suit out of your closet and hurriedly changing into it while JARVIS opened the slot behind your mirror to present the armour-ish part of your suit.

"Hey, I know this sounds totally crazy, but- Could I come with you? Just to try it out. If it doesn't work, that's fine by me. I can offer some insight into which paperwork might be important, too, considering there's always the trouble of JARVIS not being able to scan everything fast enough. I've had some combat training, I might just survive," she spoke very quickly. You attempted a laugh, but you didn't truthfully find it particularly funny.

"Are you sure about this, hon'? No one here's really assessed you on your combat skills and even if we arm you to the teeth- Well, I suppose you'd be flanked at all times and you have fought, kinda, sorta, with Jane before, but..." You started mumbling at an inaudible pace and volume, arguing back and forth with yourself even though you already knew what you wanted to say and your unfortunate answer.

"Okay, give me a sec." You pressed the button on your suit connecting you via audio to whoever's name you spoke first. "Tony, can Darcy come? I'll cover her at all times and she thinks she can give some insight on the paperwork problem. Preferably, none of you get too injured, that's all."

"You sure about this?" came the staticky reply.

"Y-Yeah."

"Okay, your mirror will close again and give it like- I dunno, three minutes and JARVIS can make her a decent catsuit-type thing. We have all her sizes, obviously. Stay safe."

You sighed gently as you nodded at your girlfriend in confirmation. She beamed. "Does this mean I'm a superhero now?"

"Sure. I guess you were already an Avenger or whatever, generally speaking. JARVIS will have just a plain suit made in about three minutes."

"Oh yeah, they did ask me about my sizes when I first got here... guess they didn't wanna seem creepy and scan me." You smiled down guiltily and her brows furrowed. "They did that, too?"

"They do everything." You placed the two guns in their holsters and heaved your foot up onto the side of the bed to slip another knife into a thigh-holder. The medical attachments hung around your middle and on your back.

"You're so hot when you do that," she whispered, glancing once again at your thigh.

"Thanks, love."

The mirror opened, revealing a catsuit which looked like it was going to be very tight indeed. Darcy gazed at it in awe.

"Are you sure that's gonna fit me?"

"JARVIS knows you better than yourself." It was simple and black, not unlike Natasha's but missing a few key components that she had requested over the years. It had one gun holster, and that was about it for weaponry.

She exchanged her current attire for some sports underwear before pulling the suit on and finally turning around, asking you to do up the zipper even though she could very well reach it herself.

Just before you could turn the TV off as you handed a gun to Darcy, Sheldon walked in on Leonard and Penny almost having sex, and you chuckled at the fitting scenario before turning it off.

You could admire your girlfriend properly now. You knew her body inside and out, but to see the leather clinging to her every curve was another matter. You wondered desperately if you were going to let either of you get shot because you were so distracted.

You grabbed her by the hips and kissed her deeply, unfortunately aware of the timer ticking down to '03:00 minutes remaining'.

She whimpered slightly as you pulled away, still somewhat disappointed at what had been cut short that morning.

"C'mon, let's go. Bay 16-A, was it?"

"That is correct," JARVIS answered immediately, making you roll your eyes playfully and call out 'wasn't asking you' before you both left the room.

•••

"On your right," you yelled, too pre-occupied with three HYDRA agents of your own to properly defend Natasha.

It was funny how you had grown into a role you definitely didn't intend on signing up for. You were an agent of SHIELD who specified in medicine. Of course, when you were offered the job as a medic for the Avengers you weren't exactly going to say no. But it turned out that the most dangerous injuries they acquired couldn't be trusted to wait until they flew back, especially if they were further away. So, being quite close to them all personally, you offered yourself. The original plan was that you stay in the Quinjet and possibly run onto the field if the others can't afford to move whoever it is. But slowly, ever so slowly, you would venture further and further out on the field to keep look-out, and slowly...

You simply joined in.

Medical attention was still the priority, but they weren't going anywhere without you in the midst, anymore.

You sent a painful front-kick with steel-capped boots to the man right in front of you's solar plexus, presently spinning around and sending two fatal blows to each of the other agent's chests.

Not allowing yourself the time to regain your strength, you shot a woman holding a sword-like thing to Clint's back and turned to find Darcy.

Except you couldn't see her.

You frantically pressed the button on your suit, calling out for her as you ran around aimlessly.

With a stroke of luck, you turned into a part of the building you hadn't entered yet and found her with large eyes, surrounded by three large men and a woman, all equally stern as they held her at gun-point.

"Hey! Four to one, that isn't fair, is it?" you shouted, earning the men's attention, but the woman wasn't falling for it. In quick succession you managed to hit two of them, saving a bullet for the third and then finally turned to see the woman holding your girlfriend in front of her with the gun at her throat.

Your heart pounded in your ears, your lungs hurt from the abnormal intake that wasn't reaching very far at all.

How had you let this happen? Why had you agreed to let her come with no assessment whatsoever? How had you lost her?

"Drop the gun, or I'll use mine," she ordered, and you could see Darcy trembling as she opened her mouth to comment something quick-witted, but you gently shook your head as you lay down your weapons.

Well, not your knife, of course.

"Just hand her over. Please. I won't kill you." The woman hesitated, apparently contemplating if I was still capable of doing such a thing, then laughed as she decided.

"Come to me. I'll have both of you, and if you're lucky, you'll survive."

That's when you noticed that she had actually managed to cuff Darcy, making things just a tad more complicated. But she was presenting you with the perfect offer.

"Okay, whatever you want," you faked submission, approaching her with raised hands.

"Good. Now-"

You threw your leg up against her face, hearing the satisfying crack of her jaw as you pulled out your knife, wasting no time in ramming it into her heart. "That's what you get for touching my girl," you whispered, and you could see the shivers run up and down Darcy's spine.

"Are you okay?" you asked frantically, looking her up and down with scared eyes as she almost slumped against you.

"Yeah, just- just a little shaky. You know how it is."

You gulped, turned to search the dead woman for keys or the likes.

"If you're looking for keys- these things have a number code, (y/n)," Darcy interrupted your search and you cursed.

"Okay, let's get back to the jet, then. We'll laser it off back home if need be." She nodded, unimpressed, following you outside unhappily as you informed the others through the comms. "Lewis and (L/n) heading back to jet. Still available for specified functions."

A chorus of understanding or envious answers chimed through the speakers as you made your way through the forest, away from the fight. One guy needed putting down, but that was it.

Once you were safely back in the Quinjet, Darcy leaned on you, apologising profusely, but you wouldn't have it. Eventually the other Avengers filed in with only minor injuries and you were undoubtedly grateful for it.

•••

Darcy, in light of the red lines around her wrists, had taken your constructive criticism of her technique very well and gladly agreed to undertake some training with you.

So, there you stood, in an entirely empty Avengers compound, entirely empty training room, entirely empty fighting ring except for the two of you.

"You ready?" you asked, bouncing on your heels to get in the mood.

"Uh, ready as ever. Just dying to land a punch on you," she added playfully and you smirked.

"Okay, how do you punch?"

She moved her legs apart and held two fists in front of her chest unsurely, thumb beneath fingers.

"Okay, lie your thumb across your fingers like this," you demonstrated, Darcy copying easily. "Now, you either have to have offset feet if you want to hold your fists in front of your chest, or you stand like you are now, but with palms facing upwards at your hip."

"It's always chest or hip with you, isn't it?"

You grinned but otherwise ignored the comment, showed one variant, then the other, and the two of you went back and forwards for a while.

"You're gonna wanna...," you trailed off, standing beside her and leading her arms. Leading her body in a way that took the force from much more than just her elbow or shoulder.

"Oh," she chimed, and you chuckled as she toyed with the new position, coming to terms with how it felt and how much more power she could install in a hit.

"Alright, then... blocking."

"Or alternatively, unblocking my path to being a real Avenger."

You spent about an hour straightening out her basics and after a short break promised to reveal some of the more fancy side of close combat.

"So, you jump off of something nearby, could be a wall, could be a fence, anything that will hold you, and then push off, throw your one leg up, preferably not the dominant one..." You kept explaining the move, not noticing Darcy's eyes glued to your lips as you instructed, her gaze occasionally slipping further down where a river of sweat marked your shift down the middle.

"That all understandable? Sorry, I'm so warm, I've gotta-" You pulled off the grey singlet top and sighed in content as the cooler air hit your skin.

Your girlfriend stood slightly stunned, as if she had never seen you half-naked before, eyes raking repeatedly over your glistening body and specifically muscles.

"Start when you're ready."

Having only really heard what move it was and the first few words, Darcy half-heartedly jumped off one rope building the ring and sort of held onto you, trying to wrap her thighs around your neck.

You both fell rather inelegantly, forcing you to catch the fall, and turn in midair, ending with your face still between her thighs.

"Well, I certainly don't mind that position, love." She turned bright red and you laughed softly.

You stood, holding out a hand to invite her up, pulling her close and clasping your hands behind her waist.

"That's awfully close for a student-teacher relationship," Darcy commented, but you could feel the heat from her face, led alone her sweat-drenched body.

"I could teach you all sorts of things."

"Oh, yeah?"

"You know. The butterfly. Spooning. Missionary. Queening..."

Darcy wasn't anything short of daring in the bedroom, but it was very easy to fluster her talking about it.

"Or maybe...," you leaned in very close to her ear, hot breath not the only thing warming inside her, "cowgirl?"

You pulled away, smirked, asked her to try and do the move again if she could concentrate enough.

Body trembling, Darcy dared her body to do what she asked, did a miraculously good job until you were standing with her thighs around your head and she couldn't manage the hypothetical neck-cracking or hypothetical slam.

"Don't you want me on the ground?"

"Yeah, I'm thinking of learning that cowgirl move next. Or was it reverse?"

You smirked, lowering her legs to the height of your waist so that you could hold her by her ass and look her in the eye.

"But I don't know if I want the lesson to continue, you know. You might have to convince me of your subject-"

You pushed your girl against one of the four posts and led your lips to hers, ghosting them for a moment before pulling away again.

Her gaze was trained on your arms, steady as they held her up and so strong and those abs and-

"Are you listening, baby?"

"Y-Yeah. Always."

You pulled away, standing at the edge of the ring where Darcy couldn't bare having you, and gestures for her to come at you.

Not having the slightest idea what you said before, she simply ran at you, fist raised.

With criminal ease you swished her around and she landed softly (with you to thank for that) on her back.

"I think I'm getting too warm, too," she breathed, looking you in the eye as she slipped off the sports top.

You fixated on her breasts, admiring because you knew you were welcome, unaware that your mouth was slightly agape.

"It's only for practical reasons, you can close your mouth, now," she taunted, just as she pulled off her pants as well. You desperately attempted to pick up your jaw, but found it harder than expected. That wasn't the only sense, however, in which your body was betraying you.

Yet with that thought, your eyes wandered further down and you couldn't suppress a smirk.

"Having your legs around my head makes you wet, huh? I didn't even do anything?"

"It's just sweat."

"Right."

"Oh, stop teasing me-" She stood, ran towards you to hold onto you or so, but you swivelled her around so that her back was pressed up against your front, holding onto her instead.

"How am I teasing you? I'm just helping you train..." You trailed sloppy kisses down her nape, nipping at her ear as you passed it.

She moaned gently, caving in on your body to seek more skin contact.

An idea visibly struck her and she pulled away, much to your surprise, lifting her chin as she studied your expression cockily.

"What?"

"I want you to show me just one more move," she said defiantly. "How to get an attacker on the ground. Can you show me?"

You hesitated, wondering what she was up to, but deciding you didn't really mind either way.

Sparsely annotated, you showed her some possible steps and footwork and finally pushed her over, landing with your waist over hers and a hypothetical hand to her throat.

"That what you m-"

She cut you off, pulling you in for a passionate kiss that you gladly reciprocated. Teasing wasn't generally what the two of you did, so after what - in your understanding - was a long time, you were happy to give in.

The kiss started slow, longing, sensuous, but you were both realising it wouldn't be enough for long, quickening your pace to the point you could hardly keep up.

You pulled away shortly, earning a breathy whimper from Darcy, kissing her jaw and then her neck in silent worship. She let a high-pitched moan escape her and you smirked against her skin.

"Do you like this, love?"

"Y-Yeah, I fucking love this," she replied, unusually high and unstable.

Your kisses ventured further and further down, eventually swiping your tongue along the rim of her bra.

"C'mon, then, you can't tell me you've never wanted to fuck someone against the cold, hard floor," Darcy teased, and that was all you needed to hear.

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This is terrible I'm so sorry

Unedited bullshit but anyways it's too late to keep writing hope you enjoy anyway and this was a bit like you imagined from your request :)

Goodnight/morning/day/evening wherever y'all are 🌞

#darcy lewis #fanfic #fanfiction #marvel #mcu fanfiction #romance #the avengers #darcy x yn #reader insert

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megamindsupremacy · 11 months ago

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Misc Marvel Fic Recs (Part 6)

mistake on the part of nature by idiopathicsmile

Steve takes in Bucky's betrayed look and Sam's confusion, follows Sam's gaze to the pile of mangled fruit in the trash can. Sudden comprehension fills his face.

"Oh," he says. "Bucky found out about bananas."

In which an American icon is mourned. But probably not the one you're thinking of.

The Ding Dong War by icewhisper

The year Hostess releases their limited edition Star Spangled Ding Dongs, they all suffer. (AKA no one should let Tony Stark have a credit card and history books never covered just how much of an asshole Steve Rogers really is.)

Look the Devil in the Face by prettybirdy979

It's increasingly becoming a world where the unbelievable happens every day. The Avengers team includes a defrosted World War Two solider, a giant green rage monster and a man who might be a God; and they battle aliens and magic on a regular basis. It's not too far fetched to believe the Devil walks Hell's Kitchen.

Matt, on the other hand, hasn't realised exactly why his new battle buddies seem terrified of him. It's not like they've even heard the rumors about him being the Devil... right?

Not Easily Conquered by dropdeaddream, WhatAreFears

In 1945, Steve Rogers jumps from a nosediving plane and swims through miles of Arctic Ocean to a frozen shore.

In 1947, Steve Rogers marries Peggy Carter.

In 1966, the New York Times finds the lost letters of Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.

the stone's in the midst of it all by tognia

Sarah Rogers was born to fight an unwinnable war. She wonders how it could be, sometimes, that she gives birth to a boy who does not understand defeat.

and there will be music despite everything (sw/mcu au) by QueenWithaBeeThrone

She imagines it--waking up alone, scared, disoriented, not knowing who or where she is, terrified at every little thing. She imagines never knowing for sure. “Yeah, real lucky,” she echoes.

“Wish I felt that way,” says Foster.

or: Darcy Lewis, intern to Anakin Skywalker, not that either of them know that last part, and the time before they hit a man with their van.

Barnes and Rogers and the Goddamn Truth by orphan_account

There are three well-known facts at Shield High:

1. The history teacher Mr. Barnes is a stone-cold terror, and it’s not even because he only has one arm. 2. The other history teacher, Mr. Rogers, is a mysterious enigma, and it’s something to do with the body of a Greek God and contradicting stories of his past. (They’re all rumours, anyway.) 3. Mr Barnes and Mr Rogers hate each other.

Bucky wouldn’t have it any other way.

How to Woo the Winter Soldier by writeonclara

“I think I’m ready to date again,” Steve said.

“What,” Natasha said.

“What?” Clint said, lowering his binoculars. He blinked at the dumbstruck look on the Captain’s face, then followed his gaze to where he was staring dopily at—at the Winter fucking Soldier.

“Steve, no,” Clint groaned.

Or: Steve courts the Winter Soldier.

Embrace the Fire: The Avenger Games by lorata

Trust me, and I'll give you something better than a Mockingjay. I'll give you the Avengers."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Trust me, and you'll see."

Non-powered alternate universe fusion: the Avengers in Panem.

devil's gonna follow me (wherever i go) by Lyaka

The man who used to be Bucky Barnes lined up his shot. His finger twitched, only once, very precisely.

Help me, the bullet sang.

Ninety-eight floors below him, the bullet glanced off a vibranium shield with a musical ping.

And Steve Rogers looked up.

the sirens and the thunder by letege

“Hide that,” he says, forcing the words out past every instinct. “As well as you can, all right? Before morning.”

Steve stares at him blankly, like he needs a moment to work this out, then swallows once, sharply. "What's your name?" he asks at last—asks as he stands there with the pelt in his hands.

And oh, he thinks suddenly, what is his name? He can’t speak it, not with this mouth, he can’t sing it into the air like he can in the ocean. He just shakes his head; like his nakedness, it’s something he can't explain. Steve nods, just nods, his eye swelling shut and blood drying on his shirt collar, and says "we’ll figure it out."

(An AU where Bucky is a young selkie who is accidentally called to Steve and ends up staying around to help this poor, wretched kid not die.)

#mads posts #fic recs #marvel fic recs #marvel fic rec list #fic rec list

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viviennes-tears · 11 months ago

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We can do this the easy way or the hard way (Loki, Darcy & Mobius one shot)

18+ blog: It is YOUR responsibility, as a reader, to think about the content that you consume at your own discretion. ~

A/N: A thousand apologies for taking so long to get back on track with prompt requests from way back in October. I barely had time to spare and what time I did have, I was so tired from working constantly that my brain couldn't function long enough to string a few sentences together leading up and over Christmas. I hope this one will make up for it!

Also thank you anonymous for being so patient with me and I hope I achieved the Loki/Darcy dynamic up to your expectations 😉 x

(Prompt requests are still closed just finishing the last from October 2023)

Prompt requested by Anonymous on Tumblr: Just under the wire! I am part of a very select group that likes Loki X Darcy. Can you please write a story where Darcy messes up the timeline, and Loki has to interrogate her. She is sarcastic and obstinate, so Loki asks her to remove her jeans and panties (bonus point if he says panties ;) ), and he fingers her as he interrogates her. She doesn't make it easy for him. But she spills the beans. Please.

Summary: Darcy Lewis finds herself at the TVA, an organisation which up until now was unknown to her, yet everything turns from a simple arrest to full blown interrogation by the last person she'd expect to find in such a rule binding place as this. A trickster god whose methods are received with mixed emotions.

Warnings: Dom Loki, good cop/bad cop, vaginal fingering, rough sex and threats.

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Loki struts confidently down the corridor of the now all so familiar TVA headquarters. Initially he found it strange to be working alongside the people who had brought him there in the first place after he had wandered off his own timeline. Although after the dose of harsh reality of what was awaiting for him on his timeline certainly played havoc with his thoughts and emotions, which required quite a bit of adjusting to everything. However that was some months ago now, or at the very least that's what Loki assumed, given the very important fact that time works differently within the TVA itself. Yet he has come a long way since that day he was brought in after he tried to take over New York with the Chitauri and tried to escape with the Tesseract. He might even say he felt a part of something now, a part of a team.

Loki soon approached Mobius who stood outside one of the interrogation rooms with his eyes looking down at a TVA file in his hands."So who do we have today?" Loki asks, as soon as he stood a small distance away from Mobius and he stuffed his hands into his TVA assigned trousers pockets.

Mobius closes the TVA file in his hands as he looks up to Loki before he speaks. "Today we have an Earth 616 Variant, a Miss Darcy Lewis." Mobius then hands the file over to Loki and he takes it right away, then he opens it up and begins to scan his eyes over the first page.

"Darcy Lewis, huh?" Loki says with an element of surprise and amusement as he flicks the page over.

"Yeah, crazy to think your brother's girlfriend's assistant steered so far off the timeline. I never expected her to do something like it...sure she's known for being only the assistant, but I mean give her credit where it's due." Mobius replied with a slight shake of his head.

"Hum." Loki replies thoughtfully before closing the file.

"I'll go in first...you know, ease her into what's going on." Mobius says, as he begins to walk over to the door to the interrogation room.

"Do you not trust me to go first?" Loki says, as Mobius puts his hand on the door handle. Loki feels a little offended by his choice of words and like a switch he came to conclusions quickly.

"No. Come on, you know me better than that by now. I only meant that given what she might remember about you and your past...so it might be for the best that I go in first." Mobius tries to reassure Loki with a calm voice with a hint of that playfulness they often have whenever they disagree with each other.

"Fine. You have five minutes before I come in." Loki huffs, not because he's admitting to defeat but rather he's actually trying to have some understanding. It's all still a work in progress for him.

Mobius wasted no more time before he entered the interrogation room with confidence. "Hello Miss Lewis, I am Agent Mobius." He announces as he made himself comfortable opposite Darcy, who was previously pulling at her light brown TVA prisoner jumpsuit on his way in, she seemed to be confused just like everyone else who came here. Although she also didn't seem completely uncomfortable in the oversized jumpsuit either.

"Well it seems like you already know me." Darcy commented, as she leaned across the table to shake his hand and having no need to introduce herself.

"It's my job, Miss Lewis." He replies with such gentleness, as their hands fall back to their sides.

"Darcy, please. Miss Lewis makes me sound like a single woman with no social life." As she explained herself Mobius' eyebrows furrowed together briefly, he knew she was single as it is in her file, but he was quick to shake his head and continue.

"Okay...well let's get started here then, Darcy. As I said my name is Mobius and I specialise in dangerous variants, but we have someone in training, shall we say? He will be here shortly and I am here to oversee him working. Before he joins us, do you have any questions?" His pleasantries seem unwavering and genuine too, which she has appreciation for.

"Why have I never heard of the TVA before? I mean I've met some aliens, an intelligent AI and a couple of gods within the past year. I would consider that quite crazy and yet this place takes the whole cake!" Darcy gestures around them as she speaks.

Mobius chuckles in amusement for a few seconds before speaking, "yeah I would agree it must feel like one crazy year for you." Next he grabs a can of Josta from the end of the table then holds it out to Darcy to take, she hesitates for a second, looking between the can of soda and at him. Eventually she accepts the can and cracks it open as he grabs a second can for himself. "The TVA was never in your orbit until now as you had always lived according to your timeline." He explains while opening his own can and then takes a sip.

Darcy stares at the now opened can in her hand before taking a sip herself then puts down the can next to her. "So the TVA is like some sort of time police force?" She asks mulls over his words with her gaze still down at her hand wrapped around the soda can.

However before Mobius could answer her the door behind him opens and as he looks over his shoulder Loki appears in the doorway. He gathered that Loki must have felt as though he had waited long enough, even though he would have preferred if he had spent longer time alone with Darcy first. The sudden disturbance caught Darcy's attention too, causing her to stand up abruptly as Loki strides into the room as the door closes behind him, her jaw hanging low whilst she points her finger at Loki in disbelief.

"Close your mouth dear, you're not a codfish." Loki says with a flat monotone voice, as he slowly comes to stand beside the table between Darcy and Mobuis, he proceeds to drop her file down onto the table before he stuffs his hands into his trouser pockets again.

"Woah, what the hell are you doing here!? I thought you were in some kind of dungeon or something!" Darcy says in a higher octave than normal, as she finds her voice once more, still believing her mind and eyes are playing tricks on her.

"Clearly I'm not." Loki replied with the same flat emotionless voice, appearing to have visible irritation etch on his features already.

"Loki." Mobius gently warns him to behave and in return Loki plasters on a fake smile in his direction to empathise he's not promising anything.

"Wait so he actually listens to you then?!" Darcy snuck back down in her chair while she looked between the pair, as if she can't believe that they seemed to have some sort of understanding, when she last saw Loki she would say he was far too deranged for such an exchange.

"Not-"

"I don't answer to anyone, love." Loki cuts Mobius off as he places his palms down flat on the table leaning closer towards Darcy with the intention of playing the bad cop. "I have always done what I want and will continue to do so, is that clear?"

"Ooo, I'm so scared." Darcy says sarcastically with an eye roll.

"And you and everyone else have honestly wondered why I loathed beings such as yourself." He scoffs right back.

"Can we just get back on track here, please?" Mobius says frustratedly, as he tugs on the back of Loki's jacket to try and get him to sit down, which Loki does when he's ready to. "Okay, so Darcy we would really appreciate your cooperation here." He adds once Loki is seated finally beside him.

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Some time later Mobius is leaning forwards in his chair with slumped shoulders, resting his chin on the palm of his right hand, tired with the back and forth dispute between Loki and Darcy. The table they're sitting at is now littered with empty cans of Josta and empty takeout cups that once had tea inside. Pages and photos from out of Darcy's file are also scattered all over the table. Time seemingly has been feeling slow within the TVA.

"Look it's clear as day...it's you right there!" Loki argues whilst pointing at the now paused projection of a video file up on the wall to the right of him and left to Darcy.

"Nope, I don't see it!" Darcy says dismissively at the evidence for the thousandth time whilst she adjusts her glasses, causing Loki to run his hands down his face exasperatedly and sighs heavily.

Silence soon fills the room which momentarily made Mobius think he'd gone deaf and he started to frantically check his ears, luckily he detected the sound of his chair creaking slightly as he shifted on it, relief then washed over him when he realised that he hadn't lost his hearing. Albeit he decided this would be a good time as any to take a break.

"Right, you crazy kids behave yourselves, you especially Loki while I go to the bathroom and stretch my legs for a bit." Mobius says, the bones in his legs clicking as he stands up from his chair after being sat for far too long. Yet neither Loki or Darcy say a word as he leaves them alone.

Even after Mobius had walked out of the room Loki remained seated opposite Darcy, sitting there with his arms crossed while staring silently at her, making her feel so awkward she had to look elsewhere. At least until she couldn't stand it any longer.

"Quit looking at me like that!" Darcy snipped at him, making him get up suddenly and walk around the table and then he grabbed hold of her forearm to haul her up, his slim tall figure looming still above her even now she's stood up. "Get off!" She protests.

Loki placed his pointer finger of his free hand to her lips and hushed her. "For a little thing you certainly have a big mouth." His voice suddenly sounding deeper and his words sounding rough on the edges, his pointer finger slowly dragged her lower lip down as he removed it shortly afterwards, while his eyes are more piercing than they had been earlier.

"You're very judgy for a dude with a criminal record." Darcy says in her defense, while trying to ignore this electrifying atmosphere that seemingly appeared as if from nowhere. However as he doesn't have his magic in the TVA he couldn't actually silence her for longer and she's free to argue with him as much as she pleases. A thought which didn't settle too well with Loki, at first.

"And we can do this the easy way or the hard way..." Loki says only to be met with more stubbornness from her. "Take off your jumpsuit." He suddenly and unexpectedly says, making Darcy blink at him a few times and her eyebrows furrowed together, unsure if she heard correctly. "I said take it off." He repeats in a deep yet demanding way, as he lets up on his grip on her forearm.

"Why in the hell would I?" She says once she finds her voice again, albeit she wasn't going to do what he says so easily and willingly.

"You have no authority here, love, only I do. Seeing as it's just us now you have no choice, but to do as you're told, and we need that information about what happened to you on your timeline. We need to know why you took your little hiatus." His voice still deep and demanding, the bad cop really showing through now.

"So I have to take off my jumpsuit? That makes no sense." Her eyebrows furrowed together as she's lost on what he is initiating here.

"JUST TAKE IT OFF!" Loki yelled in a deep booming voice and Darcy actually flinched slightly from the sheer volume of his voice, not from being scared by him. She really isn't scared, after all she's heard Thor's stories about him. She'd get to talk to Thor mostly in the morning after his 'sleep overs' as he called it with Jane. His stories about Loki made him almost human in a way to her and since she's seen a lot, not a lot scares her anymore.

She then sighs heavily and it takes her several stubborn seconds longer than Loki would have liked before she began popping the press studs open on the jumpsuit. He watches her like a hawk even if she was doing what he had asked slowly. Although once the first few press studs popped open he saw her large bouncing breasts, as her black vest top beneath left very little to his imagination, the thin material allowed him to see that her bra under it was purple and flowery. However she hesitates as she finishes opening up her jumpsuit and looks up at Loki, as if in hope he was just messing with her, yet he just nods once for her to continue. She then proceeds to slowly remove her jumpsuit, taking her arms out first, next she slides it down all the way to her ankles. Then she steps out of it and ends up standing in her vest top bra and mismatched black knickers.

"Now what?" He hears her question, but takes his time looking up and down her shapely body first.

"Now? Now you have to take those panties off too and sit up here..." Loki says a moment later, as he swoops everything off the table then pats its now free surface for her to sit down on. Her appearance alone calmed his voice and demeanour somewhat.

"You're kidding right?" She laughs besides herself at how ridiculous it sounded.

"Oh I never joke about what happens between a man and a woman. I may have told lies and played a few tricks during my time, but never about this. No, this is something that deserves a different kind of treatment." His voice is deep yet silky now as he speaks, luring her into a more intimate setting, confusing her more. Unsureness of what game he is playing and her laughter dies too.

"You say you have authority here, but I think you're delusional to think I'm..."

"You've not had a boyfriend in over two years, yes?" He's quick to jump in before she can say anything more.

"Is that in my file too?" He smirks knowingly, the nerve of him and baffles her that her life is all written down in black and white, right down to every morsel detail.

"Let me take a guess...during such times with the added frustrations of being barely seen or heard no matter how hard you work at the end of the day you go home alone. At times it all becomes too much and you need some relief, relief that can come in different forms. One form in particular is one you could give to yourself, but preferred it be done by a man." He allows his words to be digested for a moment before speaking again, just this time in the form of a warning, "now take off your panties. I won't tell you again."

Oddly Darcy feels like what he said is not only true, because it really has been two years since she last had a boyfriend, but seemingly his words have an underline of mutual understanding of what it's like. It's like she can see it in his eyes, she can see that he knows what it's like to rarely be thanked or appreciated. A far different cry to Thor's stories and living through the aftermath of his attack on New York. Not long after noticing this, and having a dreading feeling that Loki might just take her knickers off himself, she goes ahead and takes them off too. A smirk curls up on his lips as he pats the bare surface of the table again for her to hop on top of. Without further quarreling Darcy hops up onto the table and looks away from him awkwardly again.

"You are not to look away from my eyes." He speaks in that deep silky demanding voice once more, as he hooks his fingers underneath her chin and makes her turn her attention backwards to himself. "Now then...let us begin." He adds as he roughly parts her legs.

"Hey, don't be so hasty!" She snipped once more.

Loki doesn't speak this time, but he gives her a look that leaves no more space for her to argue against him. The way he sees it it's her own doing as to why she's there and not living her life on her timeline, also the fact as he already graciously mentioned it's just the two of them now, therefore she has to do what she's told. Next thing Darcy realises that this is actually happening as she feels Loki's thumb brushing over her clit, at first just small brushes to get her juices to start flowing, until the brushes become firmer to increase lubrication. As soon as there's enough Loki then coats two of his fingers in her slick, spreading it around before roughing inserting both fingers into her, not considering her full preparation for the sudden intrusion. The precise way he begins fingering though is almost as if he's done this to her before, but he's never even gotten the opportunity to before now. Proving to her that he's that skilful he knows how to quickly play her like a well played instrument.

"Why did you do it, huh? What possessed you to take matters into your own hands? Why did you think it was a good idea to steal the Aether from the Collector's collection and conduct scientific tests?" He rapidly fires out questions, as the rhythm of his fingers sped up and intensifies, causing her to moan and tightly grasp onto his bicep and the scuff of his TVA jacket.

Given how long it has been for Darcy to feel a man's fingers knuckle deep inside her, her focus on his questions is hazy at best, the intense motion causes her toes to curl and her breath to quicken with each moan getting breathier by the second. However the longer he drills out questions and his fingers go in deeper to that sweet spot makes a shiver run down her spine and her moans only get exceedingly louder. Even her grasp on him tightens when the sounds of her sodden cunt becomes more apparent and his other hand squeezes her thigh that hard his fingers are bound to leave marks.

"Answer me, Darcy!" Loki's low timber voice eventually rumbles sharply in his chest whilst he pushes her towards the edge of orgasmic bliss. "Do not disobey me now, you hear me? Tell me what I need and you shall receive pleasure unlike before. Trust me I can do far more for you than this. I am a God after all." She has no doubts of his claims either at this rate.

"Alright...alright I'll tell you, but for the love of god let me cum!" Darcy pleads breathlessly, the tight knot within needing to explode.

"Ask nicely." He growls, as his fingers slow down their ministrations.

"Please-ah...Loki I need to cum so badly. Please?" She tries harder to appeal to his generous side, she hopes he will have at this moment in time.

Loki swiftly withdraws his fingers and hastily without any care about his fingers being soaked he undos his belt and trousers, then pulls them down along with his boxers, his fully erected cock springs free of their tight confinements before plundering into the depths of her mewling quim. His motivations unclear to her, but the sheer size of his godly cock she knew would ruin all other men for her.

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lovelyfanatical · 2 years ago

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I Get a Sugar Rush Whenever I’m With You - Chapter 4.2

Good evening fellow Drukkari stans, or whatever time it is for you! I come bearing the next installment! If you missed the last one, you can find it here, or start over from the beginning here. Sidenote: Should I make a post with all the mini-chapters? I don't know if that's helpful, but let me know. Anyway, 'without further ado, here's '70s week continues! What new surprises await our competitors? Find out now in the next installment of Drukkari in the Great British Bake Off, with special guest star, Darcy Lewis!

Despite his best efforts, Druig hadn’t gotten much better at technicals. It certainly didn’t help that this week, the challenge involved making ice cream, something he hadn’t had a chance to do prior to the competition. While the process itself wasn’t too difficult, the judges had declared his peppermint ice cream too minty. Even at his worst, Druig usually nailed flavors. He may not have been in last place, but the entire challenge had been quite stressful, and the feedback had hit him right where it hurt. Needless to say, he was in no mood to be interviewed, another skill he hadn’t improved much over the last few weeks. But the show must go on, proverbially and literally, and as always, he found himself standing in front of a large camera crew about to talk about his most recent failure.

To say that it wasn’t going so well would be the understatement of the year. Druig was often terse, but today, it was all he could do to resist the urge to just glare directly into the camera. It wasn’t long before Darcy hesitantly uttered, “Why don’t we take a two-minute pause?”

“Right, sure,” he replied, trying and failing to not sound annoyed. At this, she sped off somewhere while he turned to look at the scenery. He tried to get his brooding out before the camera started rolling again. Two minutes went by in an instant, and Druig braced himself as he turned back around. Much to his surprise, Darcy was returning with Makkari and Kingo in tow. At his questioning expression, she quickly signed, I don’t know what’s happening either, before they came to a stop in front of him.

“Okay, we’re going to try something different, so just go with me here,” Darcy began. “Instead of me interviewing you, Makkari’s going to stand behind the camera and ask the questions, and you’ll answer her like you’re just having a regular conversation between friends.”

“Should I sign my answers?” he asked.

“Well, for continuity’s sake, I’d say no. But if it makes you feel more comfortable, go for it.”

After a brief conversation with Makkari and Kingo, the cameras were rolling once again. They started over from the beginning, with Makkari asking the questions and Druig speaking and signing his answers. Darcy and Kingo hung back, watching the monitor. Interviews had been a painfully awkward process for Druig, turning minutes into what felt like ages. But with Makkari, the minutes flew by. Before he knew it, they were out of talking points, and Darcy was calling out, “I think we got it! Thanks!”

As they walked away, Druig bumped Makkari’s shoulder in a silent “thanks.” She returned the gesture, and even before turning his head to look at her, Druig knew she was smiling. Of course, the moment was interrupted by Kingo, who had been trailing after them but jogged in front of Makkari to say, “You know, I suggested having you interview him as a joke. I didn’t think they’d actually do it!”

Wow, exploiting our friendship to get in with the higher-ups? Makkari said, her smile turning into a mocking smirk.

“I just said it was a joke!” he responded. But after a moment, he continued, “Do you think Darcy will promote me if I keep giving her ideas?”

“Don’t you have a marketing job to get back to?” Druig interjected.

“Yeah, but—”

I thought you were an aspiring actor, Makkari cut in.

“I’ll have you know I was a featured extra in an episode of Doctor Who, so I’m not aspiring to be an actor; I am an actor! And second, I won’t need a day job if I get a big break here!” The teasing this statement prompted lasted all the way back to the shuttle.

Their unusual interview had not gone unnoticed by the others. At dinner, they demanded an explanation, and with the sign competition still going as well, Druig let Makkari tell the story. She did so with plenty of enthusiasm, though he filled in when all three of their friends started to look confused.

So Kingo and I follow Darcy over to where the cameras are set up, and Druig’s standing there moping—

While it may have been true, he had to object to this description. “I was not moping. That’s how I always look.”

You were definitely moping, which is why Darcy turned around and said that I would be the one interviewing Druig, she explained to the group.

“Wow, they’re really putting you and Kingo to work,” Dane responded, signing clumsily where he could.

“Yeah, I feel like you should be getting paid for that,” Sersi added with a grin.

“So why were you moping, Druig? You didn’t do that bad,” Ajak asked.

“No reason, really,” he replied with a shrug. When the others stayed silent and Makkari watched him carefully, he sighed and continued. “I’m just usually good with my flavors, but today, they said my ice cream tasted like bland toothpaste.”

“That was pretty harsh,” Dane conceded.

“I wouldn’t worry about it too much. They loved your mango upside down cake this morning,” Ajak said.

“Thanks, but that would mean more coming from someone who didn’t win the technical,” Druig responded cheekily, causing her to roll her eyes and wave him off in mock exasperation.

“I’m with Ajak. You shouldn’t beat yourself up about it. Mint is always tricky to balance,” Sersi interjected.

“Thank you, Sersi.”

“Speaking of winners, did you pick one for the other competition? I’m assuming it’s not me,” Dane asked.

Oh yes, a winner was chosen hours ago, Makkari replied with a smirk.

“Well, who is it?” Ajak demanded.

“After much deliberation, the winner is… Karun!” Druig joked, which elicited groans from Ajak and Sersi and giggles from Makkari. Once she had gathered herself again, Makkari announced, The winner is Sersi!

Sersi seemed genuinely surprised, even as Dane and Druig offered their congratulations. Ajak, however, was not readily accepting of this outcome.

“I demand a redo! Do I not know more signs than Sersi?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m confused,” Sersi agreed.

The rules were whoever learns the most sign language in a week wins. Ajak may know more, but she had a head start. Sersi has come much further in a week, Makkari explained. Besides, Ajak’s definitely going to get Star Baker this week, so she doesn’t need the win.

While it still took some convincing, Ajak eventually conceded victory to Sersi.

Congrats to Sersi! 🎉🎉🎉Hm, our group is getting a bit small, though, isn't it? Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Part 13

#lovelyfanatical shares #drukkari gbbo au #drukkari #druig x makkari #eternals fanfiction #eternals #darcy is onto something #druig is so gone #ajak and sersi are both queens

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iamdarcylewis · 2 years ago

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Do you think you're going to be able to avoid mentioning Rue?

Random asks. || Always Accepting.

God, I have to or I don't really know what could happen but it would be bad.

#Anonymous #ask #rxne #darcy the one who speaks before thinking lewis #this is gonna be great

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randomshyperson · 3 years ago

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Liberal Arts - Chapter 1 - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: A new job at New York University should be a fresh start. Things don't go as planned when you fall in love with one of your students. || Request by @ecruzsalaz

Warnings: (18+), explicit language, smut, dom!reader and bottom wanda, heavy angst with happy ending, cursing, secret/forbidden relationship, teasing, romanticism, legal age gap.

Words: 8.955

A/N: First chapter is here, it was suppose to be posted yesterday but I had an issue with tumblr. Anyways, good reading people. Let me know your thoughts about it.

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Chapter One - Small Photographs and Takeaway Food

Present, New York.

You were not having an easy day.

It was cold and wet, you were late because you forgot to set your alarm clock after the holidays, the coffee machine in the teachers' lounge was broken, and you forgot your corrected reports inside your apartment.

But the worst thing about your day was, without a doubt, witnessing the woman you love with someone else.

"I hear they're getting married." Your co-worker, Darcy Lewis, who was having breakfast with you after the first Astrophysics period she taught, commented as soon as she noticed you staring at the table a few feet over.

You looked away quickly, clearing your throat.

"Yeah, I heard that too." You grumbled returning your attention to your meal, but feeling like you had no appetite at all.

Darcy let out a wry mutter.

"If you ask me, I think she's only seeing him because of her father." She remarks next, and you can't help but raise your eyebrow slightly.

"Why do you say that?"

Darcy gives a little chuckle. "Girl, I can't believe you didn't hear about it!" She says, leaning in to whisper. "The man is filthy rich! He's part of the school's investor circle in addition to teaching here. And when the senator came to visit the school, they were introduced. It makes sense that Lehnsherr was so pleased to see his daughter dating another rich guy. It's good for appearances."

"I didn't know the senator had come here." You grumble, trying to get a taste of the cookies.

"Yeah, it was over the holiday." She counters. "I figured you hadn't heard anything because you finally left that apartment. And speaking of that, where did you go?"

You smile slightly, propping your elbow on the table and your face in your hand.

"Paris."

"God, you're so fancy." She comments making you laugh. "Why?"

"Photography contest." You clarify. And then your gaze returns to the table a few feet away, and you sigh sadly. "It was supposed to be a trip for two."

Darcy gives you an almost pitying look.

"At least it was still Paris." She tries to say, and you give a short laugh. "And how were things there?"

"Good, I think." You say. "It was the first round of the contest, I wasn't participating. I'm just part of the lead critics team, which means I just have to nod and smile or shake my head.” You explained making Darcy giggle. “The next round is at the beginning of autumn and it's going to be in Russia. Maybe Natasha will accompany me."

"Thanks for the invitation." Darcy wryly makes you laugh.

"Don't even start, I remember well how you behave in events like this”

She chuckles before speaking. "That's because photography is boring. I like the pubs, but when we went to Amsterdam back at college, you didn't have time for it and I had to watch you work. It wasn't fun, honey. At least Nat was there too."

You just laugh at Darcy's manner, finally eating some food.

You both fall silent for a few moments before she speaks again.

"You know, this may be that photographic gaze you taught me talking, but I don't think she looks happy." Darcy declares and you chew slowly, uncertain of what exactly to say. She sighs. "I'm just saying that when you two were together, she seemed to glow. And now, well, you're the photographer here, you can see it. She looks almost lifeless. It's sad, and I know it's not my place to comment, but I don't understand why you're not together anymore."

"It is what they say, Darcy." You began sadly. "Some things aren't meant to last, no matter how incredible they may have been."

Darcy looks at you a moment, and by your expression, she doesn't insist.

You find it hard to swallow your food when the man kisses Wanda's cheek.

London, one year ago.

It was harder to get a steady shot during a thunderstorm, but you were late to submit the portfolio for your master's degree so you had to make the effort.

With an umbrella in hand, and a camera hanging around your neck, you left the apartment you were staying in that week for the national photography competition season, complaining softly that you almost slipped.

Your goal was to photograph the wildlife in the public park just a few meters away from the building, and even though it was raining, the area with the food trailers was quite crowded.

You found a quiet corner in the grass, and tried to hold the umbrella with your elbow to get a shot, but you almost got the camera wet.

Cussing softly while trying to think of a solution, you were startled when your umbrella became stable on its own.

Turning your head quickly, you noticed a man, younger but taller than you, holding your umbrella with one hand and his with the other, a gentle smile on his lips.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He said. "I can hold it for you to take the picture, if you don't mind."

"Really? Thank you, that's very kind." You said quickly after recovering from the scare, moving your hands to your camera.

Fortunately you got some very good shots of the squirrels and ducks, the rain making everything even more pleasantly aesthetic.

And then you were holding your umbrella again and thanking the guy.

"No problem, my sister loves this photography stuff too." He comments gently as he hands you the item back, putting his hand in his pockets. "She's also here for the national competition, by the way. I figured you are too for your dedication to taking a picture in the middle of the rain."

You chuckle lightly, nodding in agreement, before extending your hand to the boy, introducing yourself.

"Nice meeting you, my name is Pietro Maximoff." He says as he takes your hand. When he lets go, he looks around and sighs. "Well, I should go. I'll see you around I hope."

"Thanks again, Pietro." You say with a smile before he walks off.

When you get back to your apartment, you barely remember the little encounter, busy enough with the delivery of your portfolio.

It is only three days later that you meet Pietro again. But it wasn't raining anymore.

You went to watch the final round of the photography competition, at a local gallery, and were glad to find Pietro in the crowd.

"Rain girl." He greeted you with a smile, kissing your cheek quickly. "Good to find you here."

"Same to you, Pietro." You say politely. "I didn't know you were a photographer."

"I'm not." He quickly clarifies. "I'm just watching. Wanda is the one who is participating."

"Wanda?" You ask confused, and Pietro looks around before pointing among the crowd to a few shelves ahead.

"My twin sister, Wanda." He says, and you feel your heart race at the sight of the woman. She is absolutely stunning. "We're from NYU, third year. She's here as an end of semester assignment."

"Got it." You mumble, trying to disguise how impacted you were by the other woman, and then blink in surprise, finally absorbing his words. "Wait, did you say NYU? As in New York University?"

Pietro gives a short laugh.

"Yeah, do you know any other NYU?"

You laugh, rolling your eyes slightly. "It's just an incredible coincidence, that's all. I'm going there next semester. I teach photography."

"Serious?" he asks, surprised and pleased. "This is amazing! You must be replacing Professor Frigga, she will retire at the end of the month."

"Yes, exactly." You shyly agree, still impressed by the coincidence.

You ended up talking briefly with Pietro about the course, and about London, but you needed to say hello to your fellow professionals in the competition, and resisting the curiosity to meet Wanda, you said goodbye.

When the competition started, you did not run into the Maximoffs again, but you were not so upset, since you knew you would be seeing them back in New York.

New York, Present.

You ignored the way your hands were sweating as you presented the lesson.

You rehearsed, and prepared the material in advance.

But as soon as you stepped into the classroom and saw Wanda in the front row, you found it hard to pay attention to anything but her.

But you were doing well nonetheless, your students seemed to be understanding, and the presentation finally came to an end.

You distributed the assignments mechanically and professionally, making sure to keep your gaze off the brunette in front of you, the wall never looking so interesting.

And then the bell was ringing, and you were loosening your tie as you turned back to your desk, distractedly answering your students' good-byes.

"I haven't seen you this holiday." Wanda says startling you slightly, and you almost drop your case. Biting the inside of your cheek, you turn to face her. She holds a notebook against her chest, looking uncertain about talking to you at all, and the vision makes your stomach sink.

"I traveled." You mutter, looking away to your shoes, and then hurrying to gather your materials.

"Paris, right?"

You didn't look at her as you confirmed, but you didn't have to. Wanda sighed softly.

"Was it fun?" She insists, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes.

"Not as much as your holiday, apparently." You comment bitterly, causing her to frown.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

You give a short laugh, "I think we both know exactly what I mean."

Wanda holds your gaze with a clenched jaw. And then she licks her lips, and your attention is diverted completely to the movement.

"Don't you think you're being a little unfair to me?" She accuses next making you look at her with indignation, but Wanda doesn't flinch. "You ended us." She clarifies in a low tone, and you shake your head softly.

"There never was an us, Wanda." You retort seriously, making her eyes widen. "There was a fantasy. And then reality came. I did what you didn't have the courage to do."

The words hurt you both. You almost take them back when you notice the tears in Wanda's eyes. But then there is a student coming in for the next period, and Wanda wipes them away quickly before murmuring a polite farewell to you and leaving the room.

You have to ignore the way you feel for the next forty-five minutes, but when you have the break and use your time to check the pictures in the darkroom, you are crying.

New York, eight months ago.

You complained softly as you tried the keys in the door.

It was partly your fault that you didn't know exactly what the correct key was, since you should have organized it the night before instead of going out for a beer with Natasha, but in your defense, you figured you wouldn't be carrying a heavy box when you opened the door to your new classroom.

"Hey, need a hand?" A male voice asked from beside you, startling you slightly, and almost causing you to drop the box, the hallway empty since it was pretty early in the day. The man quickly apologized for the fright, his hands reaching for the paperboard before the material completely slipped from your fingers.

"Every time I run into you I'm about to drop something." You mumble clumsily, making Pietro laugh as he carries the box. He looks at you struggling against the keychain.

"I think it's the oldest one, Frigga always carried it around her waist." He comments on the keyring. And you follow the hint, celebrating quietly as you manage to open the door.

Pietro enters the room with you.

"What are you doing here so early?" You ask curiously, thanking him for his help as soon as he sets the box down on the table, and you start pulling out your supplies.

"I'm part of the track team, so I usually get up in the morning to train." He clarifies, and only now do you notice the gym sweatshirt he is wearing. "Looking forward to class, professor?"

You make a soft grimace at the way he pronounces "professor," chuckling awkwardly as you mutter yes.

Pietro starts to help you organize everything, but not even five minutes later, someone comes to the door.

"There you are, P." Commented a female voice sounding relieved, and you turned your head in the direction of the voice with curiosity.

You held your breath. It was the girl from the gallery, Wanda, if you remembered her name correctly. She had her hair pinned up now, but her green eyes were impossible to forget. "I've looked everywhere for you."

Pietro muttered something, and the girl smiled, looking at you. You cleared your throat, trying to clear your thoughts, and realizing that Pietro had introduced you.

"[...] she ended up not running into us that day, but now that we're here, how about we go for a beer?" He suggests cheerfully, and you exchange a quick glance with the other girl, before placing your notebook on the table.

"I guess-" ‘Sure." You and Wanda say at the same time, and let out a short joint laugh. You nod for her to speak, as you gently grope the table. "That's fine with me."

"Yeah, for me too." You say next, making Pietro and her smile. You feel your stomach turn with the image of her smiling.

"Great, then." Pietro comments quickly as he pulls out his cell phone. "I'll text you, professor. Is your number in the class group chat?

After you confirm, Pietro saves your contact. And then they are leaving for the first period of history they share, and you sit down at your desk, trying not to think too hard about why the green eyes are fixed on your mind.

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Over the weekend, you went to the local pub with the Maximoffs.

Your colleague, and best friend, also the one who recommended you for the position at NYU, teased you as you entered the apartment in the faculty building you both shared and saw you struggling to pick out an outfit.

"What's that, you got a date or something?" She scoffed as she lay on your bed, leaning her back on the wall. You rolled your eyes, unbuttoning your shirt in front of the mirror.

"No, Nat." You grumbled, "I just don't want to dress like a teacher."

"But you are a teacher."

"I know." You retort, throwing the shirt away, and looking for another one in the closet. "But it's a social hangout. I think they see me as a friend, and well, I like that. The three of us like photography, and it might be something beyond school."

"Are you sure it's not a date?" She teases again, and you grumble in irritation.

"They are my students." You clarify but Nat gives a chuckle.

"That stopped absolutely zero people." She retorts. "Go with the jacket. And by the way, you're single, the girl is single, I don't see a problem."

You almost drop the piece of clothing she suggested upon hearing her words, and Natasha looks at you intently.

"Y-you... I-who-said it was the girl?" You tried to disguise it as best you could, and Nat bit back a smile as she raised her eyebrow.

"You used to lie better in college." She mocks, making you grunt as you put on your jacket.

"Just...don't say anything."

"I didn't." She retorts holding back a laugh and you sigh, deciding that the jacket matched. You removed it only to choose a white shirt.

"You wanna make fun of me, I can feel it." You grumbled and Nat laughed, throwing her head back before looking at you again.

"You saw her once in a crowd and you're in love, what would I be making fun of, I wonder?" She teased, making you grimace.

"I'm not in love." You muttered grumpily, putting your jacket on over your blouse. You moved to sit on the bed and grab your shoes. "She's an aspiring photographer and I'm interested in helping, that's all."

"Your interest is your tongue in her mouth." Natasha retorts, causing you to let out a loud exclamation and try to hit a slap on her shoulder, but she moves quickly to escape the bed, laughing. "See you later, champ, use condoms."

"Fuck you, Nat." You complain, making her laugh more, before leaving the room.

//-//-//

The pub was crowded when you arrived.

After checking your cell phone again, you walked in, smiling politely at the students who recognized you on the way to the "we're at the back of the bar, table fourteen" directions Pietro sent you.

As soon as you reached the table, the boy sitting toward you stood up, smiling encouragingly to greet you. Wanda was on her back and turned her head to see Pietro greeting you with a kiss on the cheek, and you smiled at her, signaling softly for her not to get up as you leaned over to repeat the greeting to her once Pietro had moved away.

"I already ordered some beers." Pietro comments as you circle the table to sit next to Wanda, deciding to hang your jacket on the chair behind you. "I hope you don't mind, but I think some of the boys from the team are going to join us at some point. The place is pretty full today."

"That's fine." You comment politely, still a little distracted with Wanda's perfume that invaded your senses when you greeted her.

A little small talk, and the beers arrived.

Pietro was clearly more sociable than his sister, but they were both very pleasant company.

Two sips of alcohol, and you were already pushing away the nervousness and asking questions instead of only answering them.

"I was impressed with your choice for the contest, Wanda, I haven't had time to comment on that yet." You begin with a smile, leaning slightly toward the girl next to you, who looks at you with a mixture of curiosity and embarrassment. "Where did you get that one?"

"In Sokovia, our home country." She tells. "I took it last winter when we went there for the vacations. As soon as I got back I sent it in as an application."

You smile. "It's really quite beautiful." You say making Wanda blush, while Pietro just watches you both as he takes a sip of his beer.

"Thank you, I...it means a lot to me that you liked it because I love your work." She then confesses with a shy laugh, and you let out a soft exclamation. "That piece of yours in Russia, it's just incredible. And I could hardly believe that we would actually have classes with you now."

"That's very kind, but I really don't have any incredible work." You comment making Pietro and Wanda actively disagree, and you blush at the comments, smiling shyly at them.

For the next few minutes, you guys talk about photography.

Pietro is more of an appreciator than anything, and learned the vast majority of the things he knows from Wanda, who has been photographing since she was a child. You never met someone who understood you like her, all the points you brought were completed in the same exciting way.

A few more minutes talking about their favorite works and destinations, and a bit about being employed at NYU, there are tall, muscular guys joining the table that you quickly recognize as the other members of the university team.

"Maximoff's finally got out of those dorms!" Spoke one of them loudly making the others laugh. The boy hugged Pietro and as he pulled away commented something about him getting almost strong enough to be on the soccer team.

"I think I'll just stick with running for now, Clint." Pietro returned, causing the boy to give a short laugh and shrug.

They embarked on a subject about competitions very quickly.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, watching one of them approach Wanda, kissing her on the cheek.

"Good to see you, Wanda." He spoke smiling, and then looked at you. "Hey, aren't you one of the uni teachers?"

You cleared your throat. "Yes, I teach photography. I'm Y/N Y/L/N." And you held out your hand to him. The boy gave a short laugh, and accepted the greeting.

"I'm Tony Stark." He returned, pushing his hair back. He wasted no time in taking the seat next to Wanda, and slipping his arm behind her chair. "I didn't know you guys hang out with the faculty now."

He then joked, Wanda gave an awkward giggle, and you turned over a whole swig of the beer you had.

"Don't be mean, Tony." She asked in earnest. "Y/N is really talented, and we like photography. It's just a coincidence that she's teaching at my university."

But Tony didn't even seem very interested in that. He just held up one hand in a redemptive sign, signaling that he wasn't going to push it, and quickly changed the subject, wanting to know if Wanda was dating.

None of Pietro's friends seemed to be leaving anytime soon. When the waiter returned, they ordered another round of beer, and someone commented on setting up the pool table.

Tony said something in Wanda's ear that made her laugh, and you excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

You risked a glance at the full table after you got up and felt your heart skip a beat when Wanda looked back to see you leave.

You watched Tony's fingers at her arm's length, caressing her skin, and gave her an intense stare, then changed direction and left the bar.

Outside, the breeze was wafting.

You picked up the phone to call a cab when the bar door opened again.

Wanda hugged her own body because of the cold, and asked:

"Did something happen?"

You took a deep breath, and looked at her in the most neutral way you could manage. "Look, Wanda, I appreciate the invitation, but this is not right and-."

"It was just a few beers." She interrupted almost pleadingly. "I didn't know Pietro's friends were coming. And there's nothing wrong with having only a few beers, right?"

You shook your head softly. "I don't know how to do that. You're my student, and I-"

"You're brilliant." She interrupted breathlessly. "Please, just-"

But she didn't complete the sentence, she simply moved closer. You held your breath, but Wanda lost her nerve. Your faces were only a few inches apart, and she rested her forehead against yours, breath out of rhythm. "I've never met someone like you." She whispered, her hands moving up to your neck.

You swallowed dryly, and raised yours to push theirs away. It took all metal and physical control to do it. "That's not right."

"Y/N, please, I don't-"

"Go back inside." You asked without the ability to look her in the eye. "It's Tony Stark you should go home with tonight."

She frowned. "Is that what you want?"

You gave a humorless laugh. "I want to kiss you."

She closed her eyes, leaning her face against yours. Your lips brushed, until the bar door opened again and you walked quickly away.

It was just a couple of drunkenly laughing people walking out, not even noticing you two in the doorway.

Wanda tried to approach again, but you cleared your throat as you took another step away.

"I'll see you on Monday." You warned before turning around, walking away from the pub.

--//--

Things didn't get simple after that.

Wanda seemed magnetic, and was everywhere.

She stood out in her classes, answered all questions and brought the best photographs. She would walk past you in the hallways with intense glances and polite greetings.

But you no longer went out together. Pietro sent a nice message, "Sorry if we made you uncomfortable, I hope things don't get awkward. You are still the coolest teacher in this place."

That was nice, he would also still wave politely if he met you between classes, but nothing more than that.

Almost four months after the encounter in the pub, Natasha approached you in the last period.

"This can't keep happening." She said simply as she walked into your classroom, finding you at your desk working on lesson plans. You raised your eyebrow in doubt.

"What can't keep happening?"

She moved closer, tossed her purse on your desk and crossed her arms. "Passionate glances and sexual hard-on with the Maximoff girl."

You rolled your eyes, going back to writing. "I don't know what you're talking about, Nat."

'God, just ask her out at once!"

"It's against regulations."

"And?"

"And I still need a job to pay my bills."

"So you admit you're interested in her?" she tries with a teasing smile. You let out a laugh.

"I didn't say that."

"But you didn't deny it." She says. "And by the way, it's pretty obvious. If you keep this up, you won't even need to date her before someone notices."

You sigh, and put your pencil down on the paper, turning your gaze to your friend.

"Nat, nothing is going to happen between me and a student, okay?" You assure her with an impartial face. "We had a moment, but it's just a silly crush. I'm sure it will go away soon."

"That's been going on for almost six months." She argues but you go back to writing without giving her any reaction, and the woman sighs in frustration. "Y/N, I just hate to see you so upset."

"I'm not upset."

"Sexually frustrated is the word I was going to use." She returns, making you chuckle.

"Nat, I'm serious." You return. At this point, you think you are trying to convince yourself, much more than her. "Me and Wanda, it's never going to happen. Now, I wonder if you could order us something to eat. I'm starving."

"This discussion isn't over yet." She warns before pulling out her cell phone.

You shake your head, returning your focus to the lesson plan.

--//--

Things started to get out of hand with the beginning of spring.

You were so busy with your classes, and with your growing attraction to a student, that you completely forgot about the spring national photography competition.

At first period, on your way to class, you noticed the new posters on the bulletin board and let out an exclamation.

The dean should have received the competition notice before you did, and warned the students to paste up the big poster announcing the contest early on.

"Great, more work." You whispered ironically as you saw the deadline.

Walking back toward the classroom, you greeted the students politely as you placed the materials on your desk.

It didn't take long before you were approached by two girls, they looked excited.

"Miss Y/L/N, we wanted to know about the spring contest." It was Jean Grey, along with Emma Frost, both talented but undisciplined students. Especially Miss Frost.

"I will explain to the class how the contest works, Miss Grey. Let's wait until everyone is here." You spoke with a smile. "You can go sit down."

It was not complicated at all. Students and aspiring photographers from all over the country had to submit a photograph to compete for a small prize and an exhibition at a gallery chosen by the organizers.

You participated in a few of these back in college.

The only rule of entry was that a professional photographer had to be the mentor submitting the photograph. In other words, your students would have to send their photos to you, and you would have to submit them to the contest.

More work than you already had.

Sighing softly after explaining to everyone, you didn't even try to contain the buzz of excitement in the class, and returned to your seat. The lesson for the day was already on the board.

You had a migraine, and you were not very keen to deal with it.

The students had about two weeks to submit their pictures, but on the very first day you left the room with a folder full of attempts.

Most of them you returned the next class, having enough knowledge and experience to know that they wouldn't make it past the first round. So you were changing your lesson plan to give some tips on photography and what the judges used to evaluate in this contest.

The second batch of photographs was much better than the first, although with a few exceptions.

"Mr.Parker, are you sure you want to submit a photo of Miss Stacy?" you asked as you received the envelope from one of your more clumsy, but also very talented student.

Peter scratched his neck awkwardly. "My prettiest pictures are of her, Miss Y/L/N."

You smiled, finding it cute how in love he looked. "I'm sure they are, Peter. But why don't you try something more organic and less expositional? I hear you like to photograph the city."

"Buildings." He clarified. "I like height."

"That's interesting." You commented. "Tell you what, try photographing that subject. If you don't like the result, I'll send you Miss Stacy's picture."

Peter nodded and then left the room.

You returned to your chair, listening to the rest of the class withdraw.

"Here is my submission Miss Y/L/N." It was Jean Grey who spoke as she approached your desk with a dark envelope. You missed the small giggles of the students who came out after her, picking up the envelope.

As you opened it, you felt your face heat up with embarrassment.

"That's..." You started, and cleared your throat, looking at Jean, who just stared at you with a mischievous expression.

"If you like it, you can even keep it for yourself." She said simply, and gave you a wink, leaving the room. Her friend Emma entwined her arms, and the two of them left giggling and whispering.

You were too shocked to react, but things were even more awkward when the next person to come to your desk was Wanda.

She locked her jaw when she noticed the photo on the table, and you quickly closed the envelope, jutting out the stack of inscriptions.

"Are you really going to keep that one?" she questioned with a raised eyebrow. You loosened your tie gently.

"It is not my place to censor photographs, Miss Maximoff." You spoke up. "Miss Grey is free to send whatever she wishes."

She gave a wry laugh, straightening the strap of her purse on her shoulder. "She certainly wanted someone else to judge her photograph."

"Miss Maximoff, I don't-"

"You don't have to explain anything to me." She interrupts, annoyed. And puts away the white envelope she brought back in her purse. "It's none of my business."

And leaves the room before you can say anything else.

You sigh in frustration. And you open Jean's envelope once more. Nice breasts, but you don't feel anything. You had only been surprised. God, Wanda had no idea how much she had you around her finger.

--//--

Wanda began to treat you differently after the incident with the photograph. You tried not to think too much about her lack of participation in class, or how she no longer greeted you with sweet nothings in the hallways, but only with almost angry looks.

Over the weekend, you thought about it, and decided to return the photo to Jean just before first period.

"I just think you're talented enough without needing to send something like that, Miss Grey." You argued clumsily at the way she was looking at you. "And I'm talking about the beautiful photographs you showed me at the beginning of the semester. I'm sure one of them will secure you a place in the competition."

"Okay, Miss Y/L/N. Thanks for the advice." She spoke docently, and as she accepted the envelope she stroked your hand.

You chuckled awkwardly, thanking the heavens that the hallway was empty. "Miss Grey, please don't act this way. I 'm not-."

"I know, I know." She cut in with a giggle. "Damn, Emma told me you were uptight, but that just makes you sexier."

You felt your face heat up. "Jean, that's enough. This is inappropriate. I'm not interested."

She wasn't offended. She gave an upset pout, but didn't try anything with you again. And she actually submitted a much better picture in the next class.

The problem was that the comments that circulated around the school were very different from reality.

"I can't believe you slept with Jean Grey." Natasha announced as you entered your apartment on Sunday, you were brewing coffee and almost knocked the teapot over in the sink.

"I beg your pardon?" you questioned in surprise, and she laughed as she greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, leaving the groceries on the table.

"I'm the one who should be offended." She returned. "I ran into Darcy in the cashier line and she commented that she was surprised to hear about Jean Grey's advances on you. How do you not tell your best friend something like that?"

You sighed, stroking your forehead. Your migraine was coming back.

"Nat I'm not sleeping with anyone." You clarified, pouring coffee for both of you. "It's true that Jean tried something, but I didn't carry through with it."

"My, my, what a heartbreaker." She teased making you make a face that only made you laugh.

"I swear, I've never been so embarrassed." You recounted. "She basically just handed me a half naked picture at the end of class."

Natasha laughed, finding it funny in your expressions. "My god, these students are getting more and more creative."

"What do you mean?"

She shrugged. "In my first year here, one of the girls tried to leave a panty inside my purse."

You choked on your coffee, looking at her in surprise. Nat only laughed.

"It was funny to see her face when I returned the item in front of the class, and said that if it happened again, I would turn it straight to the dean."

"And it worked?"

"Of course." She said. "Well, I ended up sleeping with her afterwards but that's beside the point."

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. "Jesus, Natasha. I don't know what to say."

She took a sip of her coffee before speaking. "I think you need to relax a little. We're all adults, Y/N. We all know very well what we're doing."

"I don't know about that." You mumbled causing me to smile.

"Well, some know better than others." She teased, causing you to pat her on the shoulder. She laughed. "What I mean is, Grey is what, 22? 23? She's a big girl. If you want to have fun, there's nothing wrong with that.

"I'm not interested in her, Nat." You spoke almost offended. Nat raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, I forgot it's another student you like."

"Shut up." You muttered walking away to the living room. Nat laughed following you.

You had a photo mural for the International European Competition at the end of the year. It was far from finished, but it was your annual project.

Nat stood beside you as you looked at the pictures.

"This is getting really good, and look, I don't know anything about photography." She comments. You thank her, but then sigh.

"I just feel like there's something missing." You say. "My pictures are ... empty."

Nat looks at you curiously, and you look away.

"I just mean that the photos look generic, Nat. I'm shooting what I know will look good on camera, but there's no feeling."

"I can't see that." She returns half-heartedly. "Are you sure you're not putting too much pressure on yourself? You know, as usual."

You shrug, upset. Nat sighs, hugging you from the side. "I'm sure it will all work out, dear. You're the best photographer I know." She spoke and you smiled, pushing your hips against hers.

"I'm the only photographer you know."

"And by god, one is more than enough. You're all anti-social hipsters." She teases making you laugh.

The afternoon with Natasha is fun. You work on fixing a camera you accidentally dropped, and she writes an article on your couch.

And then the last week of registration happens and you think you are going to have a heart attack in every class.

You can't tell if it's related to the rumors or not, but Wanda seems to want to prove that she can mess with your head.

It all starts on Monday, it seems normal at first.

Until Wanda arrives in class in a skirt so short that you can barely teach a word when you catch a glimpse of her crossed legs in the first row.

You lose your train of reasoning, for the fourth time, when she bites down on the pen cap, a short smile on her lips.

Clearing your throat, you do your best to return to explaining.

At the second class, Wednesday, she comes in with three buttons open and her cleavage almost leaves you drooling.

"Are you all right, Miss Y/L/N?" It is Peter Parker who asks, when you suddenly shut up in the middle of the explanation, because you were wondering how Wanda's breasts would feel in your mouth.

You shake your head quickly, loosening the tie that seemed to tighten around your neck suddenly.

"Sorry, guys, I'm a little distracted." You spoke clumsily, ignoring Wanda's little smile in your direction. "Where did I stop?"

It's not until the last Friday class that you think you can breathe again.

Wanda was absent.

You wanted to control your curiosity, but as soon as her empty seat is the only one in the class, you are asking.

"Does anyone know where Miss Maximoff is?"

The room exchanges glances, and it is Emma Frost who answers after a moment. "I don't think she's coming, teacher. Her brother is in the hospital."

You frown in concern, but Emma quickly adds. "He's fine, it's nothing serious."

A few boys in the background giggled, you raised your eyebrow in curiosity. Emma sighed, "It's just that he got into a fight in the dorm last night. The guys got drunk and stupid, and it looks like he got into a fight with Clint Barton. I'm not sure, but he fell down the stairs.

"Or was pushed." Peter Parker added, causing the room to erupt in buzz.

You sighed, nodding for the class to calm down. "Please, let's not get into gossip right now. Thank you for the clarification, Miss Frost. Now please open your books."

You tried to ignore your concern for Pietro and Wanda, but you couldn't.

Then on Saturday morning you were in the waiting room of the university hospital, the campus building a block away from your apartment.

Fortunately, you managed to convince Natasha to go with you.

"I don't even know the boy properly and you want me to go visit him?" She questioned confused when you told her to go with you.

"Please, Nat, I can't just show up there without being a stranger. You pleaded.

She sighed, but agreed. And after coffee you were in the infirmary.

"I'll wait for you here, try not to turn into a complete mess when I see his sister." She scoffs with an open magazine in her lap, sitting down in the waiting room as soon as the receptionist takes your name down.

Pietro's room is filled with 'get well soon' balloons and even flowers and teddy bears. He is lying there, his foot in a cast and hanging in the air, watching TV.

"Miss Y/L/N! Good to see you!" He says contentedly as soon as you knock on the ajar door.

A tall man was sitting in the armchair in the bedroom, cross-legged and a book in his hand, and raised his eyebrows in curiosity as he saw you enter.

Pietro quickly added. "Papa, this is Y/N, she's from the university."

"Oh, hello." Speaks the man with a smile, getting up and leaving his book on the table. "You never properly introduce your friends to me, Pietro."

He approaches to shake your hand and you quickly add. "Actually, I'm the photography teacher."

"And my friend too." Pietro speaks as if it were obvious, smiling.

His father laughs softly. "Well, professor, I'm Erik. It's a pleasure."

"Likewise." You say.

You turn to Pietro next "And how are you, Mr. Maximoff?"

He laughs at the formality. "Just Pietro is fine, Miss Y/L/N. I already said that."

You chuckle awkwardly, and Pietro's father sits back in the armchair, looking interested in the book he was reading.

"I heard it was an accident." You comment, and Pietro shrugs, but his father laughs humorlessly.

"I call it assault." He comments wryly, his eyes on the book in his lap.

"Papa-"

"In fact, that reminds me, I've set up a meeting with the dean." Erik interrupts seriously, returning the book to the headboard and standing up. "I told him that I would like to talk to Mr.Barton about this absurd incident, and the security measures of the dormitories. Please excuse me."

As soon as you are left alone, Pietro sighs upset. "He's going to make it so much bigger than it really was."

"Do you mind telling me what happened?" You ask.

"It was something stupid, actually." Pietro says. "We drank too much, and at some point we started fighting. Clint had an argument with one of the Tech kids who asked him to turn the music down, and one of them pushed him. But he tripped over the speaker wire, which fell on my back. By the time I realized I was already downstairs."

"Shit, Pietro."

"It was an accident." He spoke up. "But I won't be able to run for a while, and Dad was pretty unhappy. I'm trying to talk him out of suing Clint's family."

"That sounds pretty extreme." You mutter. "But I think your father is just worried."

He laughs short. "No, he just wanted me in the Olympics. Papa loves that sort of thing in election season. Now he'll just have to settle for Wanda and her photographs."

You frown slightly, and he adds. "Not that there's anything wrong with photography. It's just that papa thinks it's a hobby, and not a real job."

"Oh, I get it." You say. And you look around, noting only now that he had a few too expensive gifts to have been given by other students. You assumed they were from sponsors or friends of his father. "And how does Wanda feel about that? About your father's opinions on photography I mean."

Pietro shrugs his shoulders. "What do you think? It's horrible. She puts too much pressure on herself, because it seems like she has to be exceptional and perfect in every take, to prove that what she's doing is good enough. I just wish she would relax, and was able to take selfies like everyone else."

You smile, nodding. You really understand the feeling.

Before you can add anything, the door opens again, and Wanda appears.

You shift the weight of your feet, and she smiles in surprise. "I didn't know you were stopping by, Miss Y/L/N."

"I just came to wish your brother well." You say quickly, being aware of your clumsiness and Pietro's curious look at you. "I think I'd better go now."

You nod in farewell, as Wanda hands Pietro a cup of hot chocolate.

Just as you leave the room, you hear footsteps and the door, and turn to find Wanda behind you. "Miss Y/L/N, can I ask you something?"

"You just did." You joke making her smile.

"It's about the contest." She says. "Was the deadline really yesterday?"

You put your hands in your pockets. "Well, technically I have until seven o'clock on Sunday to submit."

"Really?" She exclaimed excitedly. "Would you mind accepting one last late application? Please. I know I shouldn't ask but I-"

"Of course, Wanda." You speak quickly. And then you let out an awkward laugh. "It's not exactly an exception, after all you even have a doctor's note. You can email it to me as soon as you get back to your dorm."

"Thank you very much." She speaks smiling, and hesitates as she moves toward you, changing her mind about hugging you. All she does is squeeze your forearm for a moment, and pull away.

You swallow dryly. "W-well, I'll better be going now. Have a good day."

"You too."

Natasha can notice your reddened cheeks as you walk back into the waiting room and raise an eyebrow.

"Don't even start." You warn her, making her laugh before walking you to the exit.

--//--

You check your inbox several times on Saturday, but Wanda sends nothing.

On Sunday you have to finish developing some photographic film for your next class and leave after lunch for the main building, intending to go to the darkroom next to your classroom and work on it for the rest of the afternoon.

You are already a few hours into it when you hear someone knocking on the door.

Figuring it was Natasha with an invitation for a snack, you just say "Come in" without taking your attention away from the proceedings.

"Hi."

You turn around so quickly that your neck makes a noise. "Miss Maximoff! Hey! Hi."

She smiles shyly, an envelope in her hands. "I came to drop off my picture."

"Oh, right." You speak. "You can leave it on my desk."

She nods, and you smile before turning your attention back to the photos in front of you.

But Wanda doesn't leave, just moves closer to you to look at the photos.

"They are very pretty." She comments beside you, and you ignore your quickened heartbeat because of the closeness.

"Thank you." You return. "They're for the next class. Technically, you shouldn't see them before your classmates." You joke, and Wanda smiles, placing the envelope on the empty space on the table.

"Miss Y/L/N?" She catches your eye. "Would you mind looking at my picture now? I want to make sure it's good enough to send."

"Sure." You say gently, drawing the envelope on the table toward you as Wanda waited.

There were two pictures inside. The first one, was incredible. It looked like one of the ones you looked at in the gallery in London at the exhibition where you met Pietro. It was melancholy and well-lit.

The second one made your breath catch. Wanda bit her lips, delighting in your reaction.

"Did you like it, Professor?" She whispered, so close you could feel her breath against your neck. "Did you like it better than the one Jean sent you?"

"Fuck." You gasped, placing the pictures on the table, and closing your eyes for a moment. Big mistake, as the image of the photo, Wanda wearing only a bra, touching herself with her legs spread towards the camera, seemed to stick in your mind. "Miss Maximoff, what do you think you are doing?"

Wanda didn't answer, risking rubbing her lips against your cheek, her breath just as out of rhythm as yours.

Her right hand went up your arm and the other felt your fingers on the table. She leaned in, kissing the corner of your mouth and you used all the remaining control in your body to pull away at once.

"No, that's not right." You warned, feeling your shirt collar too tight, or rather, the dark room seemed more suffocating than usual.

Wanda let out a frustrated grumble, but she didn't give up. "I know you feel what's between us, too."

"No." You snapped back, pressing your face into your hands for a moment, trying to regain control of the situation. “I told you this is never happening.”

"I took that picture thinking of you." She declares simply, and you turn around breathlessly. "I like to imagine it's your tongue inside me."

You gasp, and move against her all at once, kissing her hard.

Wanda melts, matching you in the same intensity, and moaning softly as she feels your tongue slide against hers, hungrily devouring her.

Your hands pull her up onto the table, and she entwines her legs around your waist, gasping at the new friction of your hips against her.

You can't remember why you resisted her for so long.

Everything is intoxicating. Her lips, her tongue, her smell, her taste. You break the kiss to attack her neck, your hands clawing their way under her skirt as hers squeezes her shoulders.

Wanda chokes as you suck the skin from her neck, throwing her hips against nothing, trying to ease the pain between her legs.

"Please." She whimpers. "I need you to touch me."

You wouldn't deny it, dying to know how she feels in your fingers.

Your hands find her panties, and you pull the fabric down to her knees, leaving her exposed under her skirt.

Then there is a knock on the door, and Wanda's eyes widen, trying to pull away, but you hold her in place by the waist.

"Y/N, are you there?" Natasha's voice from the other side.

"Yes, Nat." You shout back without taking your eyes off the girl in front of you, who has reddened cheeks but is looking at you in a mixture of confusion and excitement. "Don't come in here, I've already started work."

"No problem, I just came to invite you to dinner." She clarifies. You don't respond, and raise a finger to your own lip, signaling for Wanda to be silent.

With your other hand, you grope your way up her thighs, and tease the entrance to her exposed pussy with your fingers.

Wanda bites her lips hard to be silent, breathing shallowly as she feels you slowly massaging her clit.

"Will you be long?" Nat shouts from the other side. You let out a low moan as you penetrate Wanda with two fingers at once, sinking in easily from the way she is wet.

She makes a noise with her throat, digging her nails into your arms and closing her eyes tightly.

"No, Nat." You warn back, moving your fingers inside the girl in front of you, feeling her pussy tighten at your fingerprints. "Almost done."

Wanda throbs at the cocky way you spoke, making you grin.

"I'm going to order Chinese food!" Nat shouts from the other side, and you force your fingers hard against Wanda, and she gasps, her legs trembling against you as she covers her mouth with her hand, unable to stay silent as she feels you increase the speed.

As you fuck her fast and hard against your fingers, holding her in place with a grip on her waist, your palm pressing against her clit, you speak aloud:

"Pick option twelve for me, Nat!" You ask, your voice a little hoarse from the excitement of feeling Wanda soaking wet in your fingers.

"Okay, honey!" Nat shouts back, and you hear her footsteps move away, probably to call the restaurant outside, since the signal in the classroom was so bad.

With that, Wanda allows herself to make more noise, and you let out a satisfied giggle as you feel her pussy clench against your fingers, signaling how close she was.

"Will you cum for me, babygirl? Go on. Make a mess on my fingers."

One deep stroke was all it took for Wanda to reach her height, soaking your palm with her back arched, her right hand covering her mouth tightly and her left hand digging her nails into your shoulder.

The most beautiful image you have ever seen.

You pulled her hand away from her mouth and kissed her intensely, but she could barely respond, trying to recover from her recent orgasm.

She whimpered against your lips, feeling your fingers teasing her even after the climax, and grabbed your wrist, begging you to stop.

You smiled against her mouth, and removed your hand, making her sigh.

Thinking it best not to taste her so you could let her go, you wiped your hand on her skirt.

"Wait five minutes after I leave to do the same." You warned, and Wanda looked at you immeditately, almost upset, assuming it was just sex for you. You stroked her cheek to reassure her. "Do you know where I live?"

She nodded, and you smiled. "If you want this to continue, I'll wait for you at my apartment. I just need to say goodbye to Natasha first."

You kissed her one last time before pulling away, not ignoring the way your body was begging you to stay.

In the hallway, you didn't even have to make up an excuse.

"I swear to god, you must be trying to lose your job." Nat commented with crossed arms and an amused expression.

You felt your face heat up. "How did you...?"

"Nobody moans while taking pictures, Y/N." She scoffs, and you mumble in embarrassment. "I ordered extra food to go, they'll deliver it to your apartment. Nice dinner for you both, even though you already had dessert." She teases last with an insinuating look, making you laugh awkwardly.

You return to the darkroom before Wanda leaves, finding her fixing her skirt and messy hair.

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" That's the first thing you say as you enter.

Wanda smiles, blushing, and nods.

You hold out your hand for her to hold.

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multi-fandom-oneshots · 2 years ago

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Graffitied A National Icon (Darcy Lewis x Steve Rogers Soulmate AU)

Authors’ Note: I haven’t written in a while and this fic is not betta’d. Hopefully you all enjoy it even though it’s just a little drabble I worked up between classes.

Soulmate AU: The very first words your Soulmate speaks to you are written permanently somewhere on your skin.

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Darcy was surrounded by super smart super talented people 24/7 but Darcy had a super power of her own. Darcy was super at doing things she wasn’t supposed to. In fourth grade she snuck into the teachers lounge just because she wanted to. At the age of 14 she snuck into the only dive bar in town and actually snagged a beer before the bartender noticed she most certainly did not belong. As a PoliSci major she made a point to break in to the secure science labs at Culver just to sit around and do her homework just so one day someone would catch her. She had gotten in to trouble her whole life by being in places she didn’t belong, and when asked why she always said “it’s fate”.

Written around Darcy’s left bicep in scratchy penmanship were the words “you’re not supposed to be in here”. Her soul mark, which she had had since birth, was a heavy influence on why Darcy Lewis was such a troublemaker. She had spent her whole life doing things she shouldn’t hoping to meet her soulmate. That’s what made her apply for Jane’s internship in New Mexico (the science credits were just a bonus). She knew fate had everything under control, but she was impatient and decided if she could help things along she totally would.

But ever since Darcy and Jane started working in the Tower she had gotten a hell of a lot of false positives. She tried to sneak into every secure floor in the tower and most certainly got caught every single time. Darcy wasn’t deterred though, the false positives sucked but she had found away around that. Now whenever she got caught she said the most outlandish random phrase that came to her mind so there would be no mistake in who her soulmate actually was. Did it add on to her trouble maker reputation? Absolutely. Was it worth hearing all the funny gossip about “Foster’s crazy intern”? Hell yeah. So while Jane was working on repairing the Rainbow Bridge of Love (“Darce stop calling it that!”) Darcy was getting into trouble and trying not to think too hard about how she was already 26 years old and had yet to meet her soulmate.

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Darcy should have known that Thor would crash land into their Lab on a Thursday (he pretends that’s not the case but it is hella suspicious how many times he’s come to town on Thursdays, she is pretty sure he knows what he’s doing). Jane of course was so excited to see her alien god of a soulmate that she didn’t even really notice that Thor’s entrance had caused all of her files to explode into a tornado of papers that Darcy was pretty sure she got a paper cut to the cheek from. And despite Darcy’s annoyance and having papers strewn all over the lab that she had so diligently organized, she couldn’t help but smile as she watched her best friend/boss cling to Thor like a barnacle on a boat. Her smile quickly faded into a frown as Jane started to literally climb Thor like a tree. The reunion was going from PG to X rated fast and Darcy did not want to see what was coming next.

“Jane if I organize all of the papers your destructive boyfriend just destroyed and finish your filing for tonight so that you can go have the rest of the day with your boyfriend can I have your access card?” Darcy was sure Jane hadn’t been fully listening, her mouth still attached to Thor’s face. But she handed over her lanyard with her security pass and started dragging Thor to the exit so Darcy counted it as win.

“Jarvis, you do have on record that Jane gave this to me of her own free will, right?” She asked looking up at the ceiling with a smile.

“Of course, Ms. Lewis.” The AI replied in a somewhat smug tone. Darcy figured that he would be more concerned as to why she would need someone else’s security badge but she was pretty sure Jarvis knew the real reason for all of her B&E’s and knew she didn’t mean any harm.

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Looking up at the clock Darcy did wish she hadn’t been such a good friend because it was already 10pm and she had a paper due by midnight that she had planned on getting done after she was scheduled to leave for the day. She chewed absentmindedly on the back of her pen wondering if her professor would give her an extension if she told him an alien had crash landed in her workplace, which was technically true! She could even type up some formal letter on Stark Industries letterhead, get Tony to sign it, make it real official like but somehow she didn’t think Professor Tight-Ass would go for that though (He already couldn’t stand her since SHEILD had pulled some strings to get her into his class halfway through the semester).

Darcy stretched and sighed, “Jarvis, you think you could ask Dum-E to finish organizing these papers for me? I’ll upload some of those funny robot videos you like to your server and I’ll tell you where Tony hid Dum-E’s fire extinguisher!” She said as she gave the nearest security camera her biggest pout face ever.

“Are you trying to bribe me Ms. Lewis?” The AI replied in a dry tone. Darcy swore that if he had a physical form he’d be smirking. Leave it to Stark to program a computer to be just as sassy as him.

“No JARVIS, I would never bribe you. I just like to keep you all happy, so when the robots rise up and become our overlords you will take kindly to me.” She smirked up at the ceiling.

“I will help you only if you agree to not warn your fellow humans about our plan for uprising.” Replied the AI in the most serious tone Darcy had ever heard him use.

“Oh 100% J-man, scouts honor” she said excitedly holding up three fingers and crossing her heart. She packed up her things hurriedly. She had 2 more hours until her paper was due and if she snuck upstairs to the Avengers lounge and stole some of Tony’s super coffee (“apparently Super Hero’s shouldn’t do speed so Tony had created his own legal — if not lethal — version) she could totally get it done with time to spare. And if that also accomplished her goal of being somewhere she shouldn’t then that was just a bonus (although hopefully if she got caught it wouldn’t be till after she finished her assignment).

She hustled out of the lab, making sure to lock up and headed to the elevator, pushing the floor for the Avengers lounge and swiping Jane’s card for clearance when prompted. When the doors opened Darcy stuck her head out peeking around the corner to make sure the coast was clear. It was, so she sprinted to the coffee maker and quickly whipped up Tony’s insane form of caffeine. She poured the dark sludge into a travel mug and was headed back towards the lounge area with laptop in hand, planning to curl up on the couch and type away when she heard the Avengers only elevator on the other side of the room ding. Darcy froze, having no where to hide and she was hoping if she was really still that maybe she wouldn’t be noticed (hey it wasn’t such a bad idea, one of Thor’s alien friends had been able to do it!”) Of course she should’ve known that it wouldn’t work because there stood Captain America himself, with a frown on his beautifully chiseled face.

“You’re not supposed to be in here.” He said sternly. It only took him two strides to make it over to her and grabbed her forearm to keep her from running.

“How did you get up here?” He asked using the most authoritative voice Darcy had ever heard.

If she hadn’t been so distracted about her paper being due and the fact that Captain America was drop dead gorgeous even if he was scary as hell Darcy would have noticed how her soul mark was starting to tingle, and not because of the man’s hold on her arm.

“I tricked my boss and bribed my robot overlord so I could steal Tony Starks’ coffee to finish my homework…” She blurted out, not even trying to stick to her normal routine of saying something crazy, she was just so intimidated that the word vomit just found its way out. Her arm was still in one piece so she figured that was a good sign and kept going, “…Thor crash landed in our lab and ruined all my paperwork so I had to stay and fix it but I have a paper due for a class due at midnight and I know my professor won’t give me an extension cause I am pretty sure he’s sexist — which really isn’t cool especially cause we totally need more women in stem — so then I thought about having Tony write me a “the alien ate my homework” letter but Professor Tight-ass wouldn’t buy it anyways so I thought if I could just snag some of Stark’s special coffee then I could actually get a 10 page paper accomplished in time. I know I could get it done, that coffee is like legal Speed—actually it may not be legal but he said it doesn’t show up on a drug test so that’s good enough for me…”. Darcy took a huge gulp of air and was ready to continue rambling until she noticed that the Captain was laughing at her.

He was still holding on to her arm but his other hand was clutching his chest and he was outright full on belly laughing at her. She would have been annoyed if he hadn’t been so damn cute doing it.

“I’m sorry, ma’am.” He said as he wiped tears from his eyes, “I don’t mean to laugh but when I was alerted to a security threat in the middle of the night I did not expect it to be my soulmate”.

Darcy’s mouth dropped open in astonishment. “Please please please tell me that that whole spiel is not your soulmark!” And when he nodded sheepishly she hid her head in her hands mumbling “Oh my god, I’ve basically word graffitied a national icon.”

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Steve had just gotten back from some recon and hadn’t even had time to change out of his tactical gear before his phone had alerted him to a breech to the Avengers’ common room. He rushed up to the level and tried not to be swayed by who he saw standing in the middle of the room. He had never seen her before, surely he would remember a beautiful dame like that. She looked like a deer in headlights, her blue eyes big a saucers as she stood there frozen. He immediately wanted to console her, to tell her that he wasn’t something to be scared of but he knew that Hydra was clever, that despite the stark industries badge around her neck identifying her as Dr. Foster, she was just the type of person people would assume wasn’t a threat and he was not going to make that mistake.

Steve grabbed her arm in a vice grip trying not to notice how fragile she felt beneath his fingers. “You’re not supposed to be in here” he said putting the full weight of Captain America behind his voice. He didn’t think the girls eyes could get any wider but they did and he swore he heard a whimper before she spoke. She spoke so fast that Steve almost hadn’t been able to understand her. Despite his super abilities the girl was talking so fast that it took him a minute to register exactly what she was saying and what it meant and when he did he couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

When the girl finally stopped talking and looked at him confused Steve tried to gather himself. “I’m sorry ma’am, I don’t mean to laugh but when I was alerted to a security threat in the middle of the night I did not expect it to be my soulmate”.

“Please please please tell me that that whole spiel is not your soulmark!” The girl exclaimed and Steve was suddenly nervous. He wouldn’t be surprised if she rejected him, clearly being soulmates with Captain America was a lot to handle especially for a civilian and he wouldn’t blame her if she escaped as fast as she could. But he swallowed hard and nodded sheepishly, trying to hide the blush that he could feel rising up his neck. The girls next words were not something he had expected but Steve though that he should probably get used to expecting the unexpected when it came to his soulmate.

“Oh my god, I’ve basically word graffitied a national icon.”

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Darcy was in shock, standing in front of her was Captain America who after all he had been through, had to live with her word vomit permanently inked on his skin. She peeked through her fingers, seeing if he was still standing there. He was, and he was smiling at her with a perplexed look on his face that was adorable as hell. She was royally screwed. She cleared her throat, wiping her palms on the front of her jeans she stuck out her hand “Darcy Lewis, Science Wrangler and Word Vomit Queen at your service.”

She tried not to wobble as the full force of the mans smile hit her, god how had she gotten this lucky? She had won the soulmate lottery.

“Steve Rogers’, Avenger and luckiest guy in the world to get to call a spit fire like you his soulmate.”

The blush that swept over Darcy’s face was so hot she though she might start to sweat. She never blushed, and now just one smooth line from the handsome man in front of her had her weak at the knees. Instead of letting go of Steve’s hand she held on firmly and tossed her laptop onto the couch as she drug him back towards the elevator In which she came.

“Well Stevie, looks like I owe you at least dinner for this whole debacle, have you ever had Thai food?” When he shook his head no she smiled and squeezed his hand. “You’re gonna love it.”

He smiled at her as the doors to the elevator closed

“I think I love it already.”

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diary-of-deadweight · 4 years ago

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Masterlist.

Fic Idea by @leximills666

“Anything new?” You asked, sitting yourself in the spare chair between Darcy and Jimmy, who handed you your cup of caffeine. “If you consider Pietro teaching the twins how to stream snacks from the kitchen then no.” Jimmy spoke up, his eyes glued intently to the television for any missable details that could play in your favour. “But Jimmy did almost spill coffee onto Director Hayward.” Darcy shoots the mortified male a amused look as you slapped a hand onto his shoulder, trying so hard not to burst out laughing at the mental image that gave you an good amount of serotonin, “I’d pay good money to see you actually do it, serves him right for calling my friend a terroist.”

It was common knowledge that you and the Maximoff twins were close friends after their introduction to the Avengers as you were gaining some semblance of understanding of your teleportation powers and it’s limitations before trauma bonding with the pair over being Hydras successful lab rats. So when Hayward slagged off Wanda it took Darcy, Monica and Jimmy to hold you back from ending his whole career John Wick style. The bastard got real lucky but you couldn’t promise that the next time was going to have him leave a briefing room without a few bruises and even bruised ego. Fuelled by the frustration of recent events that left you feeling helpless as you were forced to watch the sitcom shenanigans Wanda and her dead yet somehow not dead husband and her adorable twins get into that only made it feel like a horror after they end, leaving you with more questions then answers that weighed on your darkening eyebags and breaking every last ounce of paitience you once thought you had along with the sleepless nights of theorising that went nowhere without someone bringing up a flaw made keeping your powers in check a little more difficult that you’d scare Jimmy, Darcy and Monica on a plethora of occasions.

You just wanted to get them out and be done with Hayward’s suspicious ass. I mean it was clear as fuck that vision was in bits and pieces in the video servalence footage. What was he doing with him? Why did he wait this long to show everyone something that would’ve benefited the opertation from the beginning? THAT was suspicious behaviour and yet no one was gonna question it?! Gotta love corruption I guess. “Anything new Dr Lewis?” Speaking of corruption, here it was in human form standing behind you there with his ‘stick up his ass’ attitude; it really pissed you off that you’d love nothing more then to slam your fist into him punchable bitch face until it’s unreagnisable. Sensing your hatred and thirst for violence, Jimmy places a hand on your shoulder and gave you a stern look that read ‘no...not yet at least.’ Sighing you gave him a passable smile before talking a long sip of coffee, making sure to slurp annoyingly loud as possible when Hayward looked at you unamused that you couldn’t help retaliating with a tight lipped smile and the middle finger. Darcy had to cover her mouth from bursting out in hysterics while Jimmy sighed like a disappointed parent but you knew he was trying to hold it together internally as Darcy was. “Nothing worth reporting back on sir.”

Hayward didn’t say anything other then let out a grunt then making his way out of the room not without a snarky comment from you of course, “don’t let the door hit you on the way out directior” to which he replied with as swiftly “appreciate the concern (l/n).” Making sure he was out of sight Darcy burst out laughing so hard she had to lean against you for support while Jimmy allowed himself to chuckle a little had your chest warming up, erasing any forms of pent up frustration like magic. Spending time with these beautiful bastards were what made the sleepless nights worth it in your opinion, knowing that you weren’t alone in wanting to help Wanda instead of harm. “What’re they laughing at?” Monica asked, a dazzling smile adorned her face as she nursed her own coffee between her hands; You shrugged nonchalantly looking back at her with fake innocence that told her more then she needed to know. “The sleep deprivation must’ve caught up to them.”

“Shut up!” The dark haired woman nudged you in the side, almost spilling your coffee in the process, “(y/n) threw some serious sass at Hayward earlier, should’ve been there Monica it was hysterical.” Monica only laughed in response as she patted you on the back, proud that she wasn’t the only one sick of Hayward’s shit, “I guess I should’ve. Would make a great memeory to share in the future” she sat in the chair next to Darcy turning her attention to the screen where Pietro was attempting to be slick and nab a snack while Wanda was cutting onions unflinchingly, only to slip and land flat on his back scaring Wanda as the unseen audicene laughed. Stupid and as cheesy as it was it didn’t fail to make you crack a smile while reminiscing of a similar memory that stuck out like a sore thumb. You and Pietro thought it be a great idea to compete against one another in order to see who’d get to the kitchen first, spoiler: he won by a narrow margin, that still had you calling him a cheat to this day, and decided to hide from you behind the counter like the little shit that he was. Long story short you entered the kitchen thinking you won, he jumps out scaring you so badly that you end up teleporting ontop of him.

“Hey (y/n).” Darcy’s voice brought you back from your thoughts and to reality. The thought of teleporting in there and getting your friends out has been a recurring one though your required to feel someone’s energy signature and with how well getting inside visuals went the likelihood of you sensing Pietro or Wanda for that case wasn’t going to be a piece of cake if it was you’d already have done it by now. “Yes Dr Lewis?” “Think you could-“ teleport inside? Trust me I’ve thought the same thing but the barrier is a major issue standing in my way of actually getting inside and out without trouble.” Despite all odds that didn’t stop you from wanting to give it a try if it meant trapping yourself also you wouldn’t hesitate to do it in a heartbeat. So it took your friends aback when you abruptly stood up from your chair, shoving your coffee into Jimmy’s hands and made a mad dash out of the room and down the corridor unapologetically shoving everyone aside with Monica and Darcy in hot pursuit while poor Jimmy placed your coffee down by your chair and bolted in hopes of catching up but when he did you were already teleported into the barrier that was dragging you into Westview before their eyes.

“(Y/n)!!!!” Monica yelled as she ran towards you, hand outstretched to pull you back but only grasped air when you disappeared form sight, she was so close to saving you but was too late non the less. Darcy and Jimmy shared a look as they came to her side as the feeling of helplessness became more evident within them. “Come on Monica, we can probably catch them on the television.” She said solemnly as they walked back to base.

-meanwhile in Westview-

Scared and confused you found yourself wandering aimlessly down the streets in your new attire of plaid shirt, leather jacket, high waisted trousers, converse and a locket that help a picture of you, Pietro and Wanda inside before finding yourself on your ass looking up at a silver haired male in a black leather jacket, Hawaiian shirt, jeans and worn down sneakers.

“What the-,” his chocolate eyes widened as they landed on your face, “(y/n)?! Is that you?!” His voice was just as you remembered it you smirked, outstreching a hand in a silent jesture to be helped up, “you think I’d let you wander too far?” He chuckled, hauling you off the floor and into his arms, face buried into his neck savouring the brunt sugar smell you’ve missed so much. “I should’ve guessed you’d be several steps behind.” He whispered into your hair, placing a kiss there, immediately comforting you before pulling away to drag you down the street without explanation towards a familiar house that belonged to the auburn haired female who was currently cleaning up after her kids when she saw Pietro, giving him that parental stare. “You’re a bad influence on my kids Pietro, you’re lucky to be my brother or I would’ve blasted across town by now.”

‘Well that ain’t foreboding at all.’ You thought to yourself as you took in the fact that you were finally reunited with the people who meant the most to you, you couldn’t remember when you got here nor how other then the fact that you wanted to visit Pietro and Wanda and that you could teleport. “If it’s any constellation, look who finally decided to pay us a visit.” The silver haired male stepped aside to reveal you in all your unsure glory as Wanda’s eyes widened like they did with Pietro but she didn’t any waste time in running towards you and holding your face in her hands, tears lining her eyes and you couldn’t help but lean into her warmth. “(Y/n)?” She whispered softly. “Hi Wanda, sorry I’m late.” You said as Pietro held both of you close to his chest protectively while Wanda laughed weakly her hand dropping you grasp yours tightly, “all is forgiven now that we’re together...as we should be.” Her eyes flashed red for a split second.

“Yeah, together at last.”

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starshipsofstarlord · 4 years ago

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Online dating

darcy lewis x reader / masterlist

summary; darcy decides to try a dating app, least to say, the guy isn’t anything like his picture. and thus she ditches him, and finds someone else in a hot second / warnings; the oc guys in this fic are dicks, homophobia, darcy being bae, swearing, mentions of sex and cheating, mentions of joy x reader.

he was a polar opposite to what he had portrayed his online self to be, screw the internet! this date was truly tragic, darcy had plenty of things that she could be better using her time for, rather than sitting opposite this oaf, that was licking his unappealing lips, and staring at the waitress when he thought that she didn’t notice.

“huh?” the scientific doctor pulled her phone out, ushering a puzzled expression on her face as she stared at the blank screen. she of course recognised that no one was making any attempts to contact her, but he didn’t know that. “one second.” she held her finger up, bringing the phone to her ear as she blabbered into the speaker that was inherently catching nothing that she was saying.

“slow down jane.” darcy falsely ushered, using her hands to exaggerate the conversation in her head. she put the phone down, a facade of panic elaborating behind her spectacle adorned eyes as she grabbed her belongings in a frenzy, standing upright and out of her seat. “im so sorry, my friend has just hit some guy with her car and she needs some moral support. tonight is going to have to be cut extremely short.”

short was a relief, but the hopeful expression on this dude’s face wasn’t. perhaps it was cruel to leave this guy hanging, and well, she couldn’t blame him for wanting more, she sent him an awkward smile as he began to speak. “we should do this again some time - properly.” darcy wasn’t dumb, she noticed how his eyes sped to the side as the curvy waitress walked by.

“sure...” no, definitely not. darcy was well aware that she was wasting her time with this moron, she didn’t need a man, let alone a dweeb of one. a quick wave was all she bade him as she exited the coffee shop, only to become engrossed in a scene erupting on the local streets. there was a woman, flinging shirts, and a bra within the bundle that looked as though it was not her size, what was she thinking, clearly it wasn’t, at said example of figurative masculinity.

“screw you durkus!” any guy named ‘durkus’ was basically a label confirming that he was a dick. “i don’t need you, nor the next man! i am a well established woman who has done more for this country than you could ever know, you’re dust beneath my feet, a pathetic layer of residue that i want nothing more to brush off.” perhaps she was being harsh, but it sounded like he deserved it.

from the red lipstick, that the woman was not at all sporting, from the random bra that she had flung at her partner, it was a safe bet to assume that he had cheated on her. darcy plodded closer, listening whimsically in, and realising that her life was pretty calm, there were no longer asguardians or dark elves infiltrating her life, nor the work that she had attained to field in.

she had only recently earned herself the title of doctor, and it was frustrating that people would assume that she opted for a profession in a hospital room, or they would forget the professional endorsement all together, and address her as ‘miss lewis’. she was no one’s puppet, she had scaled herself up the ladder of her career to be where she was now, but another thing that she was alongside such a wave of potential was a feminist.

this dick was shouting in the streets, calling her inexplicable names such as a ‘whore’, and a ‘two faced bitch’. having the ability to hear the insults brew anger in her stomach, she couldn’t just stand there. “what are you going to do, turn into a complete lesbian?” now that was the last straw, it had darcy marching over, and promptly she shoved the guy, making him drop all the items that were grasped in the basket of his arms.

a flabbergasted ‘huh’ was riveted from him, and it made darcy smirk as she attuned his attention towards her; the stranger that had gotten involved in his public display of disrespect and homophobia. “how about you watch your damned mouth before i make sure you can’t open it again. and whilst you’re at it, get some new shirts, you’re not a model, unless you’re the kind that are put on prison pamphlets.”

“who the fuck are you?” he spat his saliva on the ground by darcy’s feet, establishing her with the information that her first impression of this dick had been correct. women just knew with this kind of thing, they could sense trouble from a mile away. “you know what, keep that crazy bitch. maybe you can help her store her katanas, and go on double dates with danny rand and his plus one. rather you than me.”

“don’t ask.” the woman shook her head, tired of the drama that durkus always seemed to bring. she had enough trouble, involving work and extracurricular night time activities, without him adding to them. darcy presented her with a sweet smile, picking up the box of random bits and bobs that was on the floor. “that’s just work stuff, i’m moving offices and as i came to collect some things from our apartment, and i found him- well let’s just say he wasn’t alone.”

“that was pretty easy to pick up on. how’d you not realise that you were dating a total sleaze?” she was blunt with her enquiry, though the woman shrugged, a guilty expression cowering upon your features, like an ashamed shadow. a small, attractive smile graced her lips, secrets hidden beneath the span of the expression.

“oh, i knew. i just had to pretend to be happy, so that my ex, or well now, my other ex joy would stop chastising me, claiming that i haven’t got over her. she’s so up her own ass sometimes and it drives me- shit, i’m sorry, you don’t know me, nor do you need to hear about my problems.” the y/h/c haired woman shook her head, stretching her hand out to miss lewis. “i’m y/n, thanks a bunch for helping me out back there.”

darcy accepted her handshake, completing the action as she smiled. “i’m darcy.” this woman didn’t need to know about her doctor title, in fact, darcy was keen on knowing everything about her instead. “so’d how you meet him?” referring to the person that had most recently became y/n’s ex. y/n was relieved that darcy had shown up, she was sure she’d have used her martial art training for more than composition; she’d have kicked durkus’ flat ass.

“on a dating app.” it was a normal answer, she wouldn’t share the intel that before that she had saved his ass whilst wearing a black hood, stopping him from getting mugged in the dead of night. perhaps she should have saved someone else that particular late evening. darcy couldn’t help but let a small laugh out, finding both their circumstances quite amusing. she was sure a similar situation would have unfolded if she had decided to regularly see the date that she ditched.

“online dating man, it sucks, am i right?” it had quite the reputation, for the two of them especially. “maybe we should just date each other.” she joked, though she was being partially serious. it felt right, they had bumped randomly into one another’s faulted situations on the same day, it almost felt like fate, though that subject was too cheesy to say aloud.

“well doctor lewis, i would not at all mind going on a date with you.” darcy frowned at the title that she had been called, pointing at the side of the woman’s jacket, that had a recyclable label stuck upon the material. “so you majored in science, if i am correct?” finally, someone got it! she could get used to that.

y/n did not appear as a deity nor a creature from another realm, she was normal. or so as far as the eye could tell, in fact, she did not suspect a thing from this woman, much less to be a defender of the earth that worked in a small and less know league than the avengers, yet still roamed the us to protect its people.

darcy though had won this battle for her though, giving her a moment of peace from fighting, and had idly sent durkus on his route far away. y/n could get used to not being the hero all the time, more so if this doctor was her knight in shining armour.

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my-emotional-self · 4 years ago

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Toxic Love Chapter 4

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Finding out your soulmates were Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes was one thing. But when someone from your past comes back to haunt you, you have to figure out if a relationship with two super soldiers is something you really want to pursue or if you’d rather go back to your comfortable single life.

Series Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Angst, Fluff, past mentions of rape, self-harm, attempted rape, domestic violence, stalking, death threats, possible Dark!Steve?, Steve will be an asshole a LOT in this series but I don’t know how dark it will get, explicit sexual content, mental health issues, kind of A/B/O dynamics but not really (no they are not actual wolves, more like the hierarchy), mentions of suicide, flashbacks of suicide

A/N: There will be no taglist for this story! I apologize in advance!

The three of you gathered around the kitchen island and ate the pizza. Well, more like Steve and Bucky inhaled a whole pizza each while you ate two slices. The pizza was delicious, probably the best you’d ever had and your stomach was grateful for the yumminess.

“Why don’t you tell us a little about yourself Y/N?” Bucky asked as he licked the grease off his lips.

“What do you want to know?” you replied.

“Let’s start with your family and where you grew up.”

You shrugged as you wiped your fingers with a napkin. “There isn’t really much to say. I grew up in a small town in the Midwest. Both my parents died when I was a teenager. I never knew my grandparents and I was an only child, same with my parents, so I don’t have any other family. I moved here when I was 20,” you stated honestly. Well, mostly at least. Yes, it was true both of your parents died, but how they died was tragic. They both committed suicide. First your mother, then your father one year later. As far back as you could research, mental health issues unfortunately ran in your family and that was including you. But you weren’t ready to open up that old wound yet. You were on medication to help it and that was that. Luckily the dosing you were on worked well and you could only hope you wouldn’t need to adjust your medications anytime soon.

“We know how you feel doll. Obviously all of our family is gone too. But we can make a new family with the three of us,” Bucky stated as he wrapped his metal arm around your shoulders. You liked the sound of that. The three of you becoming your own family. It sounded nice.

You gave Bucky a wide smile, mirroring his. “What have your past relationships looked like?” Steve announced from the other side of you.

This was something you had been debating on bringing up. If you weren’t going to tell them about your mental health issues just yet, you didn’t want to lie and be dishonest about John as well. Taking a deep breath, you held it in for five seconds before releasing it. “I’ve only been in one relationship before. His name was John, John Smith. He’s in prison right now.”

From the corner of your eye you could see Steve clench his fist; his knuckles cracking in the process. “What happened?” he growled out.

“He…he umm. Well, he hit me,” you said, almost as quiet as a mouse but you knew both men had super hearing and they damn well heard you.

Steve slammed his fist on the granite countertop making you flinch.

“Steve!” Bucky barked at him in anger. “You’re not making this situation any better right now. Calm the fuck down and let her talk.” Bucky soothed his arm up and down your back. “Go ahead doll. We’re listening.”

Nodding, you began to speak again. “Things were great in the beginning. He seemed like everything I could have ever asked for in a man. I didn’t know if or when I would ever meet the two of you so I decided to live my life and date him. The first six months were a whirlwind of romance. He was the most charming man I had ever met. But then things took a turn when I moved in with him. I was ready to have sex yet, but he was sick of waiting. That first night I moved in, he…he raped me.”

This time you saw Bucky’s right hand clench on the table in front of you while Steve knocked his chair over as he stood up, pacing the kitchen. “Go on doll,” Bucky urged, trying to keep the anger out of his voice as best he could for you.

“That was just the first time. He umm, he did it again for weeks. I wanted to leave, I really did. But he was rich and he had security around the house. I knew I couldn’t just up and leave. Finally, when he demanded I quit my job, I stood up to him and told him no. That was the first time he hit me. That continued for months. I was ready to give up on myself.”

“What happened next huh? How did he end up in prison?” Steve demanded as he leaned over the counter, staring at you with those piercing eyes.

“I got lucky,” you replied. “We were out shopping one day. He felt bad for the wrist he broke the night before so he took me shopping. One of the sales ladies escorted me into a fitting room and I slipped her a note letting her know what was going on. I stayed in the fitting room for as long as possible. And then I heard them. The police. The sales lady called the police for me and they took him away. He’s been locked up ever since.”

Closing your eyes, you let the tears slip down your cheek. “You were so brave,” Bucky cooed as you felt his lips on the top of your head.

“Look at me Y/N,” Steve demanded yet again and that deep feeling to please him was happening again. You snapped your head up and looked directly into his eyes. “That will never happen in this relationship. Do you understand me?” You simply nodded. “Bucky and I would never hurt you like that. Ever. You have our word.” As soon as he finished talking, he stormed out of the kitchen and down the hallway to where you only assumed was his room.

“Just give him a minute to cool off sweetheart,” Bucky spoke in your ear. “Stevie gets pent up sometimes and he has a lot on his plate. He may seem like it, but he’s not mad at you. I promise.”

You collapsed into Bucky’s chest and softy sobbed. It felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders and you were relieved to have told them about John. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that doll. That will never happen to you again. We won’t let anything like that happen.”

It couldn’t have been more than 10 minutes later when Steve emerged from his room. “How about we go down and show you the communal kitchen and living room. Give you a little tour. What do you say?”

A small smile broke across your face. “I’d like that very much.”

As the elevators opened to the communal floor, you jaw dropped. If you thought Steve and Bucky’s apartment was big, this was ten times the size. Not only were there ample more couches, the television was bigger and there was a large dining table big enough to sit at least twenty people.

“Holy crap,” you exclaimed in awe.

“Yeah, Tony likes to go big if you couldn’t already tell,” Steve joked.

“You think?” you quipped back, earning a smirk from Steve.

The entire space was void of anyone except the three of you as Steve pulled you further into the living room. He explained that the group tries to do a movie night at least once a week. “To make things as fair as possible, Tony pulls a name out of a hat to see who gets to pick the movie that night,” Bucky said.

“Yeah but it doesn’t really work. There is still always complaining and bitching from everyone else. Mainly Clint,” Steve chimed in.

It made you giggle, genuinely giggle and it felt good. That hadn’t happened in quite some time.

Steve and Bucky guided you towards the hallway, explaining that these were the ‘hobby rooms’ of everyone and their soulmates. Steve opened the door to the one at the end of the all on right left side.

“This will be your room. You can make it anything you want. But I’m going to guess this will be your game room where you work.”

“That would be correct,” you answered as you turned on the light. The room was very decent sized and you would have no problem fitting all of your gamer stuff in here. Hell, there would be a lot of room left over and you were quickly trying to think what else you could fit in here.

“C’mon. Let’s go back to our floor and we can show you your room up there.”

On the elevator ride back to their apartment, Steve and Bucky explained who all lived in the tower and who their soulmates were. Tony and Pepper were soulmates together, along with Bruce. Bruce was best friends with Tony and more of a brother figure to Pepper. Then there was Natasha, Clint and Darcy Lewis and they were all in an intimate relationship together. Lastly, there was Thor and Jane but they didn’t stay in the tower too much as they spent most of their time on Asgard.

Steve stopped in front of your door. It was across the hall from Bucky’s and right next door to Steve’s.

“Go ahead and open it,” Steve said with a smile. “Just place your hand over the screen.”

Taking a deep breath, you did as he said and placed your hand, palm down, on the digital screen where there would normally have been a doorknob. With a soft click, the door opened for you and you walked into your new place. It was nothing like what you were thinking. You were honestly just guessing it would be a bedroom, but no, this was an entire apartment.

Straight ahead was a decent sized kitchen. There was dark cherry wood cabinet with black granite countertops and stainless steel appliances. To the left is what you would assume would be the living room, however it was completely bare of any furniture. As you continued to move through the apartment you found that the bedroom was all the way in the back. It was a very nice sized master bedroom with the biggest walk in closet and on suite bathroom you had ever seen.

“What do you think?” Bucky asked as he came up behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“It’s big,” you replied with a chuckle.

“I’m going to have Tony’s interior designer email you. Give him examples and ideas of what you would like and she will make it happen. Don’t worry about prices. This is Tony’s gift to you.”

Your eyes grew wide at his statement. “Are you sure?”

“Yes sweetheart,” Steve replied as he slipped his hand in yours. “We want the best for you. Whatever you want this new home of yours to look like, then so be it. We will make it happen for you.”

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That night as you lay in bed after spending time with Steve and Bucky, you couldn’t help but frown. Things had seemed to be going much better tonight than they did when you first met them two days ago. Now, you had to pack up your apartment and move. You weren’t really nervous about that part, hell, you were looking forward to it. But then it meant things were starting to get real. When things start to get intimate with them, would you be able to let yourself go and do that? Would things be vanilla in the bedroom? Would you be able to tell them that because the only sexual experiences you’ve ever had was being raped, that you could now only get yourself off on violent fantasies of being raped, or tied up, or choked? Fuck, what was wrong with you?

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers smut #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes smut #dark!steve rogers #dark! steve rogers

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ynscrazylife · 4 years ago

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Supernova | Chap. 2

Series Summary: Y/N is the daughter of Carol Danvers with star-like powers from the Space Stone. She has come to help SWORD with the Westview case, but what happens when she falls for a certain astrophycist?

Chapter Summary: Y/N has just sacrificed herself, being taken into Westview, to save Darcy and other agents. Darcy now races to catch up with Monica and Jimmy, and they all make a plan to save Y/N.

Series Tag List (OPEN): @nyx-aira @kittendanvers @scarletwxtxh @dani-espin07 @superbscissorsdeanexpert @xxxtwilightaxelxxx

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This was by far the hardest thing Darcy had ever had to do, and she once tasered a god. Running away from Y/N and knowing she’d probably get pulled into Westview broke her heart, and the fact that it was the only way for her and other SWORD agents to escape crushed it. She grabbed her laptop and then hopped into one of SWORD’s cars, driving away quickly before calling Monica.

“Darcy!” Monica answered, and Darcy could hear the urgency in her friend’s voice.

“Y/N is delaying the barrier so more people can escape. I-I doubt she'll make it out . . . Wherever you are, pull over, I’m coming to meet you,” Darcy said, and it took every ounce of will in her not to sob as she said those words. They left a bitter taste in her mouth. The scientist couldn’t bare to hear Monica’s reaction to her childhood best friend, sister-like figure, being in danger, so she hung up.

Sure enough, fifteen minutes later Darcy pulled up behind a pulled over SWORD car and got out of it, leaving the keys inside. She walked up to Monica and Jimmy’s car and glanced over her shoulder. The barrier had stopped, and she had a slimmer of hope that Y/N had escaped. With that, Darcy climbed into the backseat.

It was eerily silent when she shut the door. Darcy could sense Jimmy’s agitation and could see tear streaks on Monica’s face. The Captain took off driving and Darcy forced herself to focus on Y/N, putting her laptop aside and dialing her phone.

No one picked up.

Darcy tossed the phone aside in frustration and leaned back into the seat, trying to control her tears before they spilled. “She’s not picking up,” the brunette muttered. Monica gripped the steer wheel tighter and Jimmy rubbed his forehead, but no one said anything else.

They had been driving for awhile now, no one knowing what to do. The aerospace engineer couldn’t meet them because as it turned out, they had been near the Hex and had gotten pulled into Westview. too. As it neared morning and they had all slept and rested, they turned around, parked near the barrier, in a now empty SWORD facility, and got to work. They were the only ones there. Monica and Jimmy worked on a way to enter the Hex without getting their memories erased and Darcy worked on a way to get the television up and running.

Finally, she did it! She watched the show. It was normal. Ish. Wanda was taking a day for herself, Agnes was watching Billy and Tommy and then . . . It switched to Vision. He was visiting the circus and . . . Darcy gasped and nearly cried again, but her tears soon turned to hot, bubbling anger. Vision was being given a tour of the circus and there wasY/N, a trapeze artist, energetic and with no clue what had happened. Darcy turned to Monica and Jimmy, determined.

“Wanda made Y/N a trapeze artist,” she informed them bitterly, and immediately the two stopped what they were doing to look over at it. They both frowned, clearly angry as well. Of course, there was nothing wrong with being a trapeze artist, but the trio was angry at Wanda controlling Y/N.

Monica forced herself to tear her eyes away from the screen. “Jimmy and I have been looking at what you showed us yesterday - that my cells are being changed. We think that I’ll be able to re-enter Westview, without my memories being erased and I think . . . I think that I can take you guys with me,” she said.

Darcy immediately nodded. She knew it was dangerous and she knew she had only just met Y/N, but the brunette had already fallen on her. She felt like she needed to go into Westview and save her, after everything Y/N did for her.

It took a half an hour more of planning and ruling out the dangerous possibilities, but Monica and Darcy were finally ready. Their plan was to have Monica find Wanda and talk to her and for Darcy to find Y/N and Vision. Darcy had hacked into technology and was able to make it so they wouldn't just see the WandaVision show, they’d be able to see everything and everyone in Westview, so Jimmy could keep an eye out if anything happened.

Monica and Darcy suited up and made their goodbyes to Jimmy, before heading towards the red barrier. Monica took Darcy’s hand and put her other one in the Hex, grasping at its energy and power before they both stepped inside. The sensation . . . it was like nothing either of them had experienced. It was very bright . . . and noisy . . . but it was also beautiful. They kept walking forward until they re-entered Westview, and both women took a couple of moments to take in their surroundings and catch their breath.

“Darcy . . .” Monica trailed off, turning around to face her friend. “Are you still . . . you?”

Darcy took a moment to compose herself and then nodded with a grin. She still had all of her memories in tact and it seemed that Monica did, too, With that, they went off on different ways - Monica to Wanda’s house and Darcy to the circus.

After what felt like forever, Darcy finally came upon the circus, with its tents and people bustling about. She also noticed Vision, who seemed to be wandering aimlessly. “Hey! Uh, Vision?” Darcy called out, hoping he’d remember her.

The robot immediately turned around and looked shocked, but relieved, when he saw Darcy, and caught up to her. “You were there . . . The other night,” he recalled.

Darcy nodded hurriedly. “Yes, I’m Darcy Lewis, an astrophysicist. I’m one of the people working to help solve this . . . case,” she explained.

Vision nodded, and he seemed grateful. “We need to get the barrier down,” he said.

“Yes, I know. My friend . . . you know her as Geraldine, her real name is Monica, she came with me . . . she’s going to talk to Wanda, see if she can convince Wanda to take the barrier down,” Darcy continued.

Vision’s eyes widened. “I should be there,” he said anxiously, making a move to walk forward until Darcy side-stepped in front of him.

“We need to find my, er, friend first. She got pulled into Westview - she’s a trapeze artist here but in the real world, her name is Y/N Danvers,” Darcy told him urgently and a bit nervously.

Vision thought for a moment. “I can take you to her,” he said, and then turned around, leading Darcy further into the circus.

They found Y/N talking to another circus member, who had been a SWORD agent, and Darcy gasped when she saw her. There she was. The girl she was falling for and fast, just feet away from her, and in pain. Darcy was at a loss for words and Vision recognized this, so he did the talking. He got the other circus member to walk away and then turned to Darcy, quickly telling her to distract Y/N.

Darcy had no clue what he meant and opened her mouth to speak to her smiling friend when Vision put his hands on Y/N’s head and she gasped before stumbling forward. Darcy caught her before she fell and Y/N gripped Darcy’s arms. “Oh my god, Darcy . . . It hurt, it hurt so bad. I think it was worse because I had powers but her voice . . . I remember everything I did but I couldn’t control it, it was so loud,” she rambled.

Darcy’s heart broke and she gathered Y/N into her arms, wanting nothing more than to hold her forever, but seeing Vision’s uneasy glance, she knew they couldn’t do that. “I know, I know, I’m so sorry you had to go through that,” Darcy whispered soothingly to Y/N, and then she pulled away and explained the plan to her. Y/N nodded, wiped her tears, and took Darcy’s hand (which surprised her, but the brunette wasn’t complaining).

They walked back into town and saw Monica standing outside Agnes’ house, looking around for something - or someone. “Monica!” Darcy called out, and when Monica saw Y/N, she broke off into a run and secured Y/N in another protective hug.

After giving the pair a couple moments, Monica explained what happened with Wanda and that Agnes had pulled her away. She, Darcy, and Vision all began planning something else and Y/N tried to listen, but she felt like she was being pulled away. Leaving them to it, she walked over to . . . a shed of some sort. When she pulled it open, she found stairs leading to the basement, with dark vines and branches covered in some sort of purple mist.

That’s when Pietro - or Peter - super-sped up behind her.

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dresupi · 3 years ago

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Only the Best - Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis

for @highlyintelligentblonde

Rated T

“I’m not expecting anything from you”

Other tags: Regency AU

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It wasn’t that Darcy was dreading her wedding, but she also didn’t know what she should be feeling at all.

Everything had happened so quickly, she barely had the time to get used to the fact that she was to be a wife before the wedding ceremony was upon her.

And there was the little detail about how she hadn’t even been consulted before being promised to James Barnes. She had always assumed she’d have some say in exactly who her lawfully wedded partner would be. But her mother had sprung it on her one morning in as nonchalant a manner as if she were telling Darcy that she wanted her to go into the town and purchase something from the dressmaker.

“Oh, and you’ll be married to James Barnes in a fortnight. He’ll be posting the banns this Sunday. You’ll go to live with him after.”

To say Darcy was confused was an understatement. She was to marry the neighbor’s farmhand? With no explanation whatsoever? When she begged her mother for more information, she was waved off, told to expect James to come calling and explain things.

Darcy’s father had disappeared into his study with a flagon of brandy and hadn’t been accepting any visitors, especially not his only daughter, so Darcy was left to pick up the pieces of her life without so much as a kind word from him.

It seemed so long ago, even though the nervous butterflies in her stomach told her it had indeed only been fourteen days and nights.

Fourteen days and nights of not speaking to anyone, refusing James’s calls, and contemplating running away, only to be caught by her father when she had reached the garden gate. He hadn’t stopped her, simply bade her sit so he could explain himself.

According to him, once he died, their estate would be entailed away to a distant cousin. Her mother would be at the mercy of Darcy’s future husband. And James Barnes was extremely well off. He’d take care of Darcy, and Darcy’s mother when the time came. If Darcy chose to stay and go through with it, that is.

She’d sat there beside her father for the longest, wondering if she could live with herself for abandoning her mother and concluded that no, she couldn’t. Sighing heavily, she looked at her father. “You might have explained all this earlier instead of hiding in your study like a coward.”

Most daughters wouldn’t ever speak to their fathers in the way Darcy just had, but most daughters weren’t like Darcy Lewis.

“I know this. I just couldn’t face you, knowing I’d ruined your life by not handling my money better.”

She sighed once more and patted his hand. “Mr. Barnes isn’t all that terrible.”

And so the matter was put to rest. With a few days to spare.

The dust had settled and the ceremony had taken place. Currently, they were driven to Darcy’s family’s estate for the wedding breakfast. They, being Mr. and Mrs. Barnes.

She stole a glance at her husband. He looked hard and cold. Out of place in his finery. She’d only ever known James as a farmhand. She’d no idea he actually owned the estate bordering theirs until her father had disclosed it to her a few nights past.

Along with the straight facts of the matter. The money was gone.

Well, the amount needed for a decent dowry, at any rate. Marriage to James Barnes was her first, last, and only option. If she wanted to keep herself and her mother off the streets, that is.

She’d scarcely left her room since her mother sprang her very short engagement on her. Not even to come down to meet with James before the ceremony. She’d been childish and nearsighted, not taking the fortnight before the wedding ceremony to get to know her intended.

He’d come around every night, settling finally for a letter, which asked for her hand formally. He had such lovely handwriting, it made her heart ache at how ugly she was being.

Darcy had sent back her acceptance straight away. Formal and perfunctory. But an acceptance nonetheless.

She especially regretted it all now since he looked stiff and uncomfortable. Perhaps as uncomfortable as she.

But that couldn’t be, could it? He was the one with all the freedom. She was the one who needed him. She stood to benefit the most from this.

Why had he even agreed to this in the first place?

He wasn’t plain by any standard. And if he were as well off as her father had stated, he could have any of the girls in the county.

It was a question that could surely have been answered if she’d bothered to meet with him before the ceremony.

Upon arrival at her home, or her parents’ home, she supposed, James was quick to help her down from the carriage amid all the guests clapping for them. He tucked her hand into the crook of his arm or she wouldn’t have been able to walk back into her former home again.

She could scarcely eat her breakfast. Even though she was gastronomically inclined, everyone stopped her from eating with questions and congratulations. And manners dictated that she put down her knife and fork to receive each and every accolade. It was only proper. No matter how her stomach growled.

Tucking into a bit of lukewarm scrambled egg, she chewed and swallowed quickly as she saw someone else approaching.

Her mother’s friend, Baroness Katarina Zemo. Her husband, Baron Helmut had been the one to introduce her family to James in the first place. He seemed to think very highly of him. She supposed for someone who was titled as he, that was a good thing. James came with the blessing from the Baron and Baroness.

But just as she was about to address the baroness, James raised one hand. “Please. My wife’s scarcely had a moment to eat since we sat down. And I won’t have her fainting from hunger on our carriage ride to Paris.”

Paris? Darcy was surprised to hear that. But she supposed a honeymoon trip was customary. But one to Paris? Just how well-off was James?

Another question that might have been answered if she’d simply stopped being a child and accepted her intended when he called.

“Oh, of course,” Katarina said, sweeping into an empty chair across from the couple. “Continue eating, Mrs. Barnes. I won’t be offended if you attend to your nourishment in front of me. I simply wanted to speak with you both before you leave for Paris. To tell you how happy I am that this has happened for you.”

Darcy chewed hesitantly, but she was too hungry not to eat when bade.

James was the one who did the talking for her. “I’m sure you are, Baroness. Do tell your husband that I send my best regards.” His voice sounded flat despite the warmth of his words. Even flatter than before. Darcy was surprised to hear such snideness coming from someone she’d assumed to at least possess the barest minimum of decorum. Why that had been the only thing she knew of her husband. He’d always been cordial with her. Why she’d even venture to say that he’d been friendly on the few times they’d spoken.

“Oh, I will, Mr. Barnes. I truly hope the two of you enjoy your honeymoon trip. You must write us when you arrive at the hotel and tell us everything about your stay. Drop our names at the hotel and you’ll be treated like royalty. I bid you have a wonderful life together.” The baroness swept away as quickly as she’d come.

Darcy chewed on a bit of bacon, turning for the first time to her husband to speak to him.

“You were awfully rude to the Baroness,” she said.

James smirked, clearly amused. “So you can still speak to me. I had wondered.”

Darcy flushed, he was right, the first words she’d spoken to her husband beyond their vows, and she was reprimanding him.

“My apologies, I simply thought---“

“No apologies are necessary. You’re absolutely correct in your astute observation. I’m rude to the Baroness, but I think you’ll find me downright disrespectful to the Baron himself. Seeing as it’s his fault you were forced to marry me and that I had to take a wife at all.”

Darcy frowned. “How so? I thought certain you married me to keep my family from the poor house when Papa dies.”

“I’m happy I was able to find a mutually beneficial marriage, rather than having to impose upon some young woman with no other prospects.”

Darcy’s face burned, and she turned back to her plate. “With all due respect, I had other prospects.”

“That’s not a slight to you as a person, Miss Lewis. I simply refer to your lack of a dowry. I think you’ll find that you won’t be wanting for anything as my wife. What you lack in money, I can make up in spades. And I’m certain you will raise my social standing with your bright, beautiful nature.”

The words felt flowery, but coming from someone she’d only known to speak the barest of truths, it felt like more than words.

“It’s Mrs. Barnes, now,” she said softly.

He exhaled slowly. “I don’t expect anything from you, you know.”

“Surely you’ll agree that I should take your last name,” she countered.

“Not that. Of course, you’ll have my name. I simply meant... I don’t expect anything else in the way of... marriage. You’ll have your own apartment to decorate as you will. You won’t have to expect me to come to visit you there.”

His meaning was implied, but apparent.

Darcy frowned and took another bite of egg, chewing thoughtfully before she answered him. “No one knows what the future may bring, Mr. Barnes.”

“It’s James now,” he corrected her, smirking in a cheeky sort of way. “And I mean it. You don’t owe me anything in that respect.”

She turned to look at him, his face in profile as he looked down at his own unfinished breakfast. Her eyes followed the fine cut of his cheekbones and jawline. At his lips.

When he’d kissed her at the end of their wedding ceremony, it had been very chaste. Of course, it had. But just at the end of their embrace, she noted something else. Something deeper. Something she could see wanting to pursue in the future.

Exhaling, she blotted at her mouth with her napkin. “I mean it as well, James. Don’t speak to the future and I won’t worry about owing you anything.”

James chuckled. It was soft and warm. A great deal more relaxed than his previous demeanor. “I wish only the best for you, Darcy.”

She studied his smile, even though he was talking to her and looking somewhere else entirely. He was truly a handsome man. “I’m fairly certain I’ve got it already.”

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Hex Life

Fandom: WandaVision Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Jimmy Woo Rating: E Chapters: 10/10 Word Count: 34k

Summary: Guest starring Agent James E. Woo as himself and introducing Dr. Darcy Lewis as Mrs. Darcy Woo!

Or: Darcy and Jimmy are sent into the Hex to retrieve Captain Monica Rambeau. Finding out Westview has cast them as a married couple is only the first of the surprises that await them.

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Jimmy’s going to be a dad. He was going to be a dad in a black-and-white sitcom world and now he’s going to be a dad in a world on the regular spectrum, so the colours really aren’t as big a deal as his impending fatherhood. Possible fatherhood. As much as he’s always secretly wanted his own little Jimmy Woo Jr., he didn’t know if it would be in the cards for him—pun obviously intended—and the last thing he wants to do is influence Darcy either way, especially since he’s only known her a couple days and doesn’t have a clue if a baby was really part of her life plan.

It can’t just be rose-coloured glasses making him see his wife warming to the idea though; when she continues down the hall ahead of Jimmy and Monica, he spots her careful cradling of the baby bump. He can barely stand not touching her. The instinct to shelter others has always been one of his strongest and now he feels it intensely. He longs to protect Darcy, to hold Darcy, to love— Well. Jimmy clears his throat at the very thought and Monica gives him a suspicious side-eyed glance.

“Dry throat,” he lies, tapping his neck in a probably highly unconvincing gesture.

“Uh huh.”

Yeah, she doesn’t sound convinced.

He’s rescued by a burst of sound from the bedroom and dashes ahead of Monica in case Darcy’s in trouble. When he bangs the bedroom door fully open, she’s fine. She’s laughing. He sighs and looks where she points. The queen-sized mattress they shared has changed back to a pair of narrower beds.

“Seriously,” Jimmy says flatly.

“Well, the big bed worked its magic,” Darcy concedes. She pats her rounded stomach. “Mission accomplished.”

“Aw jeeze.”

Ignoring his distress, she sits on the end of the closest bed.

“What I like is that they’re magically made. I didn’t end up having to change the sheets. This is really the next step in home technology.”

“Honey, don’t encourage the magical forces that control our home décor,” he pleads, beckoning until Darcy rises and takes his outstretched hand.

“Better than getting on their bad side. In the AI uprising, you wanna make sure you’re friends with the robots.”

This is an outrageous statement coming from a credible scientist, so Jimmy squints down at her for a minute before saying, “Thanks, house,” aloud, just in case appeasing the Hex now saves him from being closed into a room with no door later, if the walls rearrange to form the ’70s model of their current home.

“You did the smart thing,” Darcy assures him.

As they leave the room, she keeps hold of his hand. He shoots adoring glances at her.

“Hey, Monica,” she says, calling to their guest, who seems to have gone to investigate the walk-in closet. “Accommodations aren’t going to be a problem. I can give you some pajamas too because I think I own at least a dozen pairs, as I’m sure you’ve already discovered…”

But when they look in the closet it’s… not a closet.

“Or maybe the Hex destroyed all my pajamas and I should take back my overtures of friendship,” Darcy corrects.

“Welcome to your nursery,” Monica says. “I’m guessing from the look on Jimmy’s face that this is new.”

It’s spartan, but there’s no doubt in Jimmy’s mind that the room is now intended to be exactly what Monica said. There’s a crib in pieces on the carpet and a rocking chair in the corner. Though he can’t remember this room having even one window, there are now two. The blinds are drawn against the night and curtains patterned with stars and streaking comets hang from a rod mounted above the window. Automatically, he pulls Darcy into his side. He feels her rest her head on his shoulder.

“Man, the Hex is really giving us the hard sell,” she comments.

Just like that, he’s guiding her around by her upper arms and propelling her from the room. He glances over his shoulder to see Monica following with an amused smile. At his nod, she pulls the door shut.

“Ignore it,” Jimmy tells Darcy. “Don’t let that room influence you.”

“Oh, like that’s easy.” She rolls her eyes.

“I know it’s hard not to picture reading Jimmy Junior to sleep in his crib, or watching him learn to roll himself over on the carpet, or cuddling him in your arms in the rocking chair as the morning light—”

“Jimmy Junior?” Darcy asks, interrupting Jimmy’s rapidly solidifying daydream.

“You know what? I’m starving,” Monica announces, putting a hand on each of their shoulders to head off the awkward pause. “How about you two show me some hospitality? I’ve had a long day of being mind-controlled.”

“How ’bout some comfort food?” he asks. “I make a mean bowl of chili.”

“Sounds great.”

So, Jimmy cooks for them. His attention is unequally divided between the simmering pot, Monica leaning against the counter next to him as she recounts the scene at the meeting when Wanda went to take his call, and Darcy sifting pickily through the contents of their fridge. He glances over after putting the lid on the pot to let the chili finish cooking and sees his wife contemplatively holding an egg like it’s Yorick’s skull. Ok, well, he’s just going to leave her to her thoughts.

He sets bowls of chili for himself and Monica on the dining room table. Darcy, justifiably finnicky, takes longer to decide what she’ll be able to stomach, reflexively rubbing the baby bump as she plunders their kitchen. Finally, she comes to sit down. She’s brought a spoon. That’s it. Jimmy’s going to ask, but Darcy just scoots her chair close to his and takes intermittent mouthfuls of his serving while the conversation continues on. He sighs in unannoyed exasperation and alternates dips of his spoon with hers.

It’s just another weird routine they’ve settled into, and like everything else, it didn’t take long.

“You two didn’t know each other before this assignment, right?” Monica checks, motioning between Darcy and Jimmy with a slice of buttered toast.

“No, why?” Darcy asks, dropping a chunk of tomato from her spoon onto his. (Apparently, she doesn’t like tomatoes.)

Monica smiles and says, “No reason.”

She seems ready to accept them as they are, whatever they are. She goes back over the events of this afternoon for Darcy’s benefit—who was zoned out staring at an egg at the time—then the three of them turn to talk of tomorrow. What does Monica feel she needs to try before she’s willing to concede and leave the Hex with them? What can she try? How can Jimmy and Darcy assist her? They talk themselves in a circle of possibilities, limitations, and Monica’s unswerving negative answer to suggestions of her leaving the Hex without getting through to Wanda. Eventually, they decide that the best plan may be no plan, since they’re up against Westview’s ever-shifting magical properties.

“We’ll get up in the morning and see what the world looks like,” Monica says.

Jimmy’s going to reply when the Captain’s expression alters.

“Are you remembering?” Darcy asks her astutely. Monica stares at her. “I don’t want to pry, I’ve just seen that look on a lot of people’s faces lately. People who came back.”

“This isn’t dissimilar,” Monica admits. “When I get anywhere near Wanda or the other characters with speaking parts and start to lose control to… Geraldine—” Jimmy thinks the look on her face is both disgusted and deeply hurt. “—I do get this feeling like the world is going on without me. Only I’m there. I’m right there. I haven’t made up my mind yet if it’s worse than being gone entirely then coming back to find nothing’s the same.”

“Yeah,” Darcy says, soft, sympathetic.

“I don’t know what else the members of this community have been through, but I know I don’t want them to have to keep going through this too. I can’t imagine how tight Wanda’s grip is on the people who were here when she started this. Not sure I’m qualified to be the one to tell her how to let go of her grief and move on.”

Monica blinks quickly and gives a forced smile.

“That was good chili, Jimmy.”

He nods in thanks because he can’t find the right words to say.

They’re all carrying something and Jimmy thinks about that as the three of them clean up, then splinter off to get ready for bed, tired for different and shared reasons. (He changes into his pajamas in the nursery—they found their clothing in a new, regular-sized closet in the bedroom—while Monica and Darcy take the bathrooms.) The Captain’s carrying her recent bereavement and the unignorable sense of responsibility she feels to help Wanda and the Westviewers, possibly precisely because she isn’t ready to confront her own loss. Darcy’s doing some literal carrying with the baby bump her pajama top is buttoned over when she steps out of the en suite bathroom to let Jimmy in to brush his teeth. She’s an astrophysicist who, while studying a television diversion from reality, was brought rudely back to earth by circumstances as real as they come.

What Jimmy’s carrying is actually carrying him: his hope. It’s a good thing to have in his line of work, but a tough thing to keep when the world’s been through what it has. A baby is the least likely and most longed-for thing he would’ve confessed to wanting if someone asked him what was missing from his life.

When it’s acknowledged through awkward glances that, yes, Monica’s taking one of the beds and Jimmy and Darcy will share the other, he climbs under the covers his wife holds open for him. She rolls away from him to lie on her side and he gets comfortable on his back. The Hex has definitely eased up on what it wants for their romantic development because this is the first time he’s been in bed with Darcy and not felt himself caving to the need to have sex with her. Oh, the desire to touch her is as powerful as ever, but the kind of touching he craves is as tender as the flesh of that peach he brought her earlier in the day.

But he doesn’t want to crowd her. Figuratively or literally. Between finding Monica and calling Wanda, making love to Darcy all afternoon and being presented with her pregnant belly in the evening, it’s been a dog’s breakfast of a day. The mission abruptly became just the second most daunting thing he needs to pull off. Now, he’s driven by the impulse to be near Darcy. She doesn’t know it, but she’s drawing him in like gravity and he can only cross his fingers for a soft landing.

Jimmy almost jumps when she reaches for him in the dark, hand feeling behind her until it finds his. She drags his arm over her and he flips onto his side to make it easier. Though Darcy lets him go when his arm’s around her, he doesn’t know where to rest his hand. Tentatively, he places it over her belly and she wriggles back into him. Heart bursting, he holds her more securely to his body, smooths his hand over the bump, and soon falls asleep.

—

The floor wakes him up. He’s just fallen out of bed.

Disoriented, Jimmy sits up in a tangle of comforter and squints at his bed companion in the morning light. They must’ve repositioned while they slept, but that alone wasn’t what forced him to and over the edge—he can see the shape of Darcy’s belly beneath the sheet. It’s noticeably larger than it was yesterday.

He’s still trying to come to terms with that when she sleepily grasps the comforter and yanks it back over her body. Jimmy chuckles and rises into a stretch. Monica’s bed is empty and neatly made, so she must be up already. Before entering the Hex, his internal clock was strict too. Since, he bends to the needs of his subconscious, which seems happiest when it’s allowed to sleep in, particularly if Darcy’s warming the sheets next to him. This is only their third day in Westview and the second time waking up here, but it feels wonderfully routine. As satisfying as completing his consistently-timed morning run or pouring exactly the right amount of milk into his cereal.

Although he’d like to let Darcy sleep, it’s weird now because he’s staring. Anyway, they need to tighten up their operations even further today if they’re going to get out of here soon. Monica requires either success or closure with Wanda, so Jimmy’s determined to help with that. And if Darcy’s pregnancy takes another leap forward, well… that’s another time crunch to consider.

She’s lying on her side, facing him, belly in the space where he fell asleep. Gently, he brushes hair out of her face and strokes lightly up and down her arm.

Darcy gives him a murmured “Hi” with her eyes still shut.

“You gonna get up?”

“Inaminute,” she promises, words running together.

“Alright.”

Jimmy hovers for a second, then darts down to kiss her forehead. She pats his shoulder clumsily in response.

He might as well have had his own eyes shut, blind to everything but Darcy, because it takes opening his wardrobe to realize Monica was correct—everything’s changed again. WandaVision has embraced the ’70s. The shirts and suits he was pretty comfortable with have been traded out. Those items still exist, but now they’re aggressively patterned. There are flared pant legs. There is so much corduroy. Out of the row of shoes tucked into the bottom on his side of the closet, half have platform heels.

“Oh god,” Jimmy groans softly, sifting through for something that won’t feel too much like a cheesy costume.

He ends up with jeans—his only pair of pants without a pattern—and a striped shirt with wide lapels. The Hex’s makeover of his closet has him so beaten down that he doesn’t even pick out a jacket. He doesn’t have the heart for business casual. At the sight of a long-sleeved jumpsuit, Jimmy closes the closet door securely. They have to get out of here. This will be the thing that breaks him.

Slouching into the bathroom, he drops his selections on the counter and takes a shower. As he washes his hair, his fingers slow their scrubbing. Is his hair… longer? He finishes quickly and steps out to find the mirror fogged with steam. He wipes it clean with his forearm, examining his reflection. This place isn’t through with him yet: the Hex has given him a mustache.

Jimmy screams.

“Fine!” Darcy shouts back to his wordless noise of dismay. “I’m up! God, you could’ve just set an alarm and OH MY GOD, HAVE YOU SEEN THE SIZE OF THIS BABY BUMP?!”

He sighs on behalf of himself and his wife, slicks his too-long wet hair back with a comb, then starts in on shaving off the mustache. It immediately grows back.

“Come on,” he complains, cursing the Hex. “Why’d you give me a razor then?!”

Luckily, his annoyance fades the minute he sees Darcy. She’s swearing up a storm about needing to pee and her head looking too small for her body because the Hex has straightened her hair, but he takes all of her restless irritation in with a dazed smile on his face. Adjusting her glasses—now almost circular, with rounded off corners—she catches sight of his new look and erupts into laughter. Whatever the Hex does to mess with their appearance, at least they’re each other’s best medicine to combat it.

“I don’t want to be insensitive,” Monica starts when they walk into the kitchen hand in hand, “but are you significantly more pregnant than you were yesterday?”

Jimmy watches Darcy nod and slips away from her to throw some more bread in the toaster from the bag Monica’s left out on the counter for them.

“You’d think it’s just this big, shapeless dress,” Darcy says, “but no.” She pulls the fabric taut over her stomach to show the size of her belly more accurately. “I don’t want to say it, but the size of this thing makes me think the Hex is leaving me room to grow.”

“And if that dress is only for today…” Monica says.

“Jeepers,” Jimmy concludes.

They eat together in their reconfigured living room. It’s not until Monica’s kicked back in one of their low chairs, ankle propped on her opposite knee, that Jimmy notices her patterned pants.

“Those aren’t from Darcy’s closet are they?”

“No. I’m assuming they’re my clothes from yesterday with the matter recycled for a new decade. Believe me, this outfit wouldn’t have been my choice if I had anything else to pick from.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure. I had a whole closet and still ended up with this,” Jimmy says, motioning to himself.

“My retro Secret Agent Man,” Darcy states admiringly, leaning her head over to bump against his shoulder. Ok, he thinks, smiling at her, I can be alright with this for her.

When Monica rises to turn on the television, Jimmy realizes this is the first time they’ve had one in the house. He remembers seeing a set in the Vision residence when he and Darcy were watching an episode on the S.W.O.R.D. base, but he didn’t notice the lack once they got here. Probably because that first night was taken up with flirting, and then yesterday was split between scouring the downtown for Monica and holing up in the bedroom with Darcy. Watching the screen buzz to life now is like witnessing something truly futuristic and spectacular.

“Well, whaddaya know,” he says as the opening sequence of WandaVision begins.

“You think the TVs in here play anything else?” Darcy wonders aloud.

“Maybe not,” Monica says distractedly as they all turn their attention to Wanda and Vision’s adorable antics—the ice cream, the tandem bicycle. “It’s a pretty big coincidence that this show started right when I turned it on.”

“I can see an even bigger coincidence.”

There’s no need to guess what Darcy means. Wanda’s baby bump is obvious in nearly every shot of the introduction, particularly emphasized when she and Vision dance together, his hand on her belly. It’s all maternity clothes and Vision reading pregnancy books and while it’s wholesome, it’s also chilling.

“We’re doing the same plot,” Jimmy says.

“It’s like we’re… their understudies,” Darcy agrees, shrinking back into the cushions.

“Maybe Wanda figured, if you two wanted to be in the show so bad, she’d put you in the show,” Monica theorizes. “Her show. Exactly the way she’s living it.”

“So she’s teaching us a lesson? On what? Abstinence?”

“Could be a misguided attempt to gain your sympathy.”

“Or it really is all about control,” Jimmy suggests, cynical after the reveal that the pregnancy that’s upended his entire life isn’t really theirs. It’s not original. They’re following a Newlywed Couple template.

“Hey,” Darcy says, grabbing his arm, “this wasn’t all Wanda. She might’ve set the scene and, yeah, maybe we were more the goatherd puppets than we were Fraulein Maria and Captain von Trapp, but we did this.” She pulls his hand to her belly. “Wanda doesn’t decide what we do next.”

“What I suggest you not do next is consult Dr. Misogyny over here,” Monica says, gesturing at the television.

The doctor is condescending to Wanda and Vision about the facts of life during a checkup (in their living room?). He lowers himself even further in Jimmy’s regard when he refers to expectant mothers as “little ladies” and implies that the changes in their own bodies are beyond their understanding.

“What a quack,” he decides. “We’re not going to see that guy.” He’s startled to recall his promise to Darcy the previous evening, about options, his intention not to make up her own mind for her. Lowering his voice, he tilts his head close to hers. “I mean, we’ll do whatever you want. Including…”

Jimmy trails off and casts his eyes down. He still means it, wants Darcy on board with this 100% or not at all, but the whole thing’s been a roller coaster and he’s not great at pretending not to feel anything. With his wife so much further into her pregnancy today, it’s obvious that this baby will be born and they’ll need to decide who’s raising it. He thinks the two of them together could rear a pretty incredible kid, but if she wants out, is he prepared to be a single parent? The other option besides her, him, or both of them raising the baby is adoption. They’d need to leave the Hex before taking those steps (it’s not like he’s going to encourage Darcy to hand the baby over to a mind-controlled Westviewer), and just thinking about it, with everything he already feels for the baby, makes him certain that he’d rather rearrange his entire life than pass on this chance at a family. However unorthodox their beginnings.

“Don’t worry,” Darcy says calmly, pulling him from his spiral. “That guy will never get the chance to compare my uterus to a vegetable garden.”

“Fruit,” Monica corrects without looking away from the television.

“Right. Fruit. He’ll have no say about any of it. And he definitely won’t get the opportunity to be patronizing as fuck while he tries to give us the sex talk.” She looks Jimmy right in the eye and says, “I won’t let the asshole doctor-man say a word about your banana.”

Chuckling, he looks back to the screen. The doctor has departed and Vision’s currently baffled over Wanda’s newly expanded stomach. Uh oh. He jerks his head around to check and, yep, Darcy’s baby bump appears to be keeping up with the sitcom star’s.

“You two stay here,” Monica instructs, on her feet when Jimmy glances over.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

“To Wanda’s. If things continue at this rate, she could give birth in this episode. That’s going to make her even more protective of her family and her space and I’ll have an even harder time getting near her.”

“Are you sure you want to interrupt?”

They both glance at the television for a moment to observe Wanda and Vision debating baby names in the nursery. There’s nothing distressing about the scene—in fact, the couple looks as much at ease as Jimmy’s seen them on the show—but that doesn’t mean it couldn’t change, and quickly, if Monica inserted herself. He just isn’t sure how that would go and he doesn’t like any plan where he can’t foresee all the possible outcomes.

“Guess I just have a feeling,” Monica says, looking unsettled.

“Well,” Darcy pipes up, “in the world of science, having a feeling is forming a theory, and in this place… I think having a feeling you should do something might be Wanda giving you your cue.”

“You’re not beyond her control,” Jimmy tells Monica, “just farther away from it. What if Darcy’s right?”

“If Wanda wants me there, I’m not going to resist,” she replies firmly. “She’s the key and we need her cooperation.”

“Good luck,” Darcy bids her.

With a nod to them both, Monica strides across the living room and opens the front door.

“Speaking of keys,” Jimmy recalls, but the door shuts before he can offer to let her borrow their car to get to Wanda’s.

Maybe the Captain has a different plan. Maybe she’s just bending to Wanda’s influence. Whichever it is, he can’t go after her. Monica was right—he has to stay here with Darcy today, especially because her belly seems larger when he looks again. He glances at her face with a question on his and she nods.

“And I felt a kick,” she says.

“Really? Could I…? Do you think I could…?”

Darcy rolls her eyes at his reticence and guides both his hands to the bump. When he feels something nudge his palm, Jimmy tears up.

“That’s our baby,” Darcy confirms.

“Feels like they have my softball windup,” he murmurs.

“Or my pre-coffee restlessness.”

“Our baby,” Jimmy repeats, staring into her eyes—finally blue for the first time in days, give or take a decade.

They’re having a marvelous family moment until the power goes out. Lights, TV, the hum of the fridge in the kitchen, everything. Seconds later, it all comes back.

“That was strange.”

“I wondered what Wanda’s magic was doing to the power grid,” Darcy says. “I’m still curious about the finer points of what happens when electricity meets power generated by an Infinity Stone. Really, I’d expect Wanda to have this kinda thing under control, but I guess if she’s— Ugh!”

Her pained noise has Jimmy cupping her face, pushing back her hair, trying to figure out what happened.

“She’s distracted,” she says.

“By what?”

“Labour.”

“What? No.”

Sure enough, when Darcy stands (with Jimmy leaping to his feet to support her) and stretches her back, her bump looks big enough to contain a baby that’s almost ready to be born. Ready to be born?! Jimmy thinks. In our house? With no doctor? Just because the one on TV rubbed him the wrong way doesn’t mean he’s prepared to write off every doctor, nurse, and midwife in Westview. He would very much like to place responsibility for this delivery in the hands of a medical professional, not his own!

Even as the TV’s flickering back to life, he helps Darcy away from it. That just shows how serious things are. He knows how quickly she became invested in the sitcom when they reviewed the ’50s episode at the base.

After some frantic thought, he’s thinking the bathtub is going to have to do. People do that right? With home births? Although he attempts to guide Darcy in that direction, she doesn’t even want to sit down on the edge, let alone climb in. No, she wants to pace, and as she paces, she rubs at her lower back, wincing.

“We could look at the nursery,” he proposes. “Might take your mind off it.”

Jimmy knows it could be a weak suggestion, an insult to imply that anything could take Darcy’s mind off whatever discomfort she’s currently feeling, but the Hex, with its radioactive walls, smiles down on them for once. With his arm around her to take some of her weight, they hobble into the baby’s room and it’s… perfect.

The walls are dark blue near the ceiling, almost black, fading to periwinkle halfway down the wall. The lower portion transitions from blue to pale yellow, then a blazing orange right before the baseboard.

“It’s a sunrise,” he comprehends.

“Yeah,” Darcy says softly.

Though he feels like he got slightly ripped off by not being allowed a chance to do any of the decorating, he does admire the Hex’s choices. At last, his wife’s been represented in this space, in this house, and it’s beautiful. There’s a shelf full of space-themed board books, a plastic jumble of play versions of scientific tools like telescopes. A dangling mobile of the planets. After easing his wife into the rocking chair, Jimmy holds up a pack of glow-in-the-dark stars.

“Should I put these up?”

She smiles.

“I would be all over that shit if I could, but I trust you to do a good job.”

“Oh no. Do you want me to do real constellations?”

“The baby’s not gonna know the difference. Make it look however you want.”

She rocks, assuring him something about the motion is helping her manage the intensifying pain of her contractions, and Jimmy finds a small stepping stool to help him reach the ceiling. The sway of the chair in the corner of his eye, the morning light through the curtains, and the sound of Darcy breathing are things he already knows he’ll never forget.

Before he’s stuck all the stars in the pack to the ceiling’s white paint, she calls him down from the stool.

“I need to walk again.”

Darcy says it with grit and Jimmy doesn’t argue, even when walking appears to put her in even more distress; she groans and pushes her free hand against the wall as they stroll out of the nursery and down the hallway.

“Let’s check in with Wanda,” Jimmy says helplessly.

This is who he is now: a husband in over his head, desperate to gain tips about delivering a baby from a TV sitcom. An overwhelmed real estate agent. A man with a mustache.

They return to the living room and the TV playing WandaVision in time for Monica’s entrance. Based on her free use of ’70s slang and the general discord between the Captain Rambeau Jimmy’s been getting to know and the woman on the screen, he knows they’re looking at Geraldine. Wanda’s back in control of her character alright, and Jimmy wants to know who it’s helping. The scene’s centered around some joke about Wanda attempting to hide her pregnancy, which is no good for him. He needs a step-by-step guide, not a magic-resistant stork!

“There better not be a fucking bird in here,” Darcy gripes, alternately crouching and standing as every position fails to make her comfortable. “If I see a fucking, goddamn, sonofabitch, motherfucking—”

“I know, sweetie, I know,” Jimmy assures her, rubbing circles between her shoulder blades with the flat of his hand.

“The betrayal,” she mutters when Wanda elects to lie down behind a couch.

It completely blocks their view. If this were a regular show, Jimmy would understand that. Sitcom viewers would definitely appreciate a little TV magic over graphic, up-close-and-personal birth footage, but here at the Woo residence, one FBI agent and his astrophysicist wife really just want the truth! If Monica had agency, he’s sure she’d shove the couch aside to help them out, but with Geraldine at the helm, he’s confronting the fact that he and Darcy are on their own.

“Let’s go, Darcy,” he says, steering her towards the bathroom. “We don’t need her.”

“Are you sure?”

He’s never heard Darcy sound so uncertain and knows he’ll have to bluff his way through this. When the Avengers aren’t around, the regular people must step up. Reminding himself of that has gotten Jimmy through more than one tough day on the job and he tells himself it’ll get them both through this.

“Of course.”

In the bathroom, Darcy kicks out of her underwear and uses Jimmy as a crutch to climb into the tub. Her face is scrunched up severely and her hands are braced against the walls of the bathtub, so he tries to watch and understand what she needs. When all the tension in her face and body burst out in a shout, he grabs her hand. Her fingers curl around his palm in a death grip.

“How about some nice warm water? Water, Darcy?”

She nods rapidly, eyes clenched shut, and he turns on the facet, then quickly reaches behind her to plug the drain. The stream wets his sleeve and, when he withdraws his arm, hits her hair around the level of her shoulders and begins to soak the back of her dress. Between contractions, Darcy sighs in what sounds like relief.

“That feels good,” she acknowledges.

“Good,” is all Jimmy can say back. He kisses her face and squeezes her hand in his. “Good.”

He’s back to scrambling for a solution soon enough when the warm flow of water down her back stops being enough to soothe her. He helps her out of her sodden dress, tossing it behind him to splat on the tile floor.

“What do you need?” he asks wildly, leaning over the tub.

“Earplugs,” Darcy tells him before emitting a scream shrill enough to probably be heard by their neighbour’s dog, Dipper, down the street.

Jimmy doesn’t think, he just does. Snatching a towel off the rail, bracing his wife’s foot against his shoulder as her leg spasms, reaching into the water to collect their baby when the Hex (he assumes) does them the favour of letting one long push be sufficient to expel him. Him. Jimmy and Darcy’s son.

He’s beaming through the happy tears, delicately wiping at the wailing baby with the towel and passing him into Darcy’s outstretched arms as she shakes with astonished laughter, hair wet, head resting back against the jut of the faucet.

“That wasn’t so hard,” he jokes.

Darcy sits up, sending a splash of water over the side of the bathtub to slap the floor, and he knows the Hex is interfering again to make her capable of anything besides exhaustion after what she just accomplished. She twists sideways in the tub until she’s closer to Jimmy. He wraps an arm around her wet shoulders and peers down at the face of their boy, already drowsy after exercising his tiny lungs. Jimmy can feel Darcy studying his face.

“Jimmy Woo Junior?” she asks.

And he knows the rest is going to be gravy.

—

Inside the Hex, the magic of television is real. They didn’t need to fake Darcy’s pregnancy with a cushion to make her belly, round and taut as a beach ball, disappear entirely only minutes after giving birth. They didn’t need a set of twins or triplets playing Jimmy Woo Jr. to swap in a quiet baby for one that starts to cry. There’s no trick lighting or fudged angles, just Darcy sitting on the couch (in dry, non-maternity clothes) catching their amazingly calm, less than an hour-old son up on the details of his origin story—Darcy’s wording.

It’s shaping up to be a nice, if highly unusual, family day in, until the tension starts to mount on-screen. Probably something Jimmy could’ve caught sooner if he weren’t spending 50 seconds out of every minute stroking the baby’s teeny-weeny hands while he hopes Jimmy Jr. retains zero memory of his dad’s mustache. When he hears Monica mention Wanda’s brother by name, he’s fully alert to the episode and knows he has to act. That close to Wanda, Monica’s control should be fully suppressed beneath the character of Geraldine. If she’s breaking through to ask Wanda person questions, questions that are almost definitely going to provoke an emotional response, Monica must be fighting like crazy to surface. Jimmy decides that’s his signal to get over there and help bring this thing to a satisfying conclusion so they can all leave the Hex.

“You’re not going to Wanda’s without me,” Darcy informs him, planted in front of the door when Jimmy returns from grabbing his keys.

“Darcy, you can’t. The baby. I’d stay with him and let you go, but I’ve never heard you mention particular skill in hand-to-hand combat and I can’t guarantee things won’t turn violent.”

She snorts.

“Liar. I could be the world’s biggest hand-to-hand badass and you’d still be trying to protect me right now.”

He stares at her and Darcy stubbornly lifts her chin as she holds his eyes.

“Ok,” Jimmy concedes, “yes, I would.”

“Please don’t leave us here,” she says, cheek pressed to the baby’s. No, no, no, he can already feel himself wanting to surrender, to have them with him. Darcy kisses their son’s face, then holds his hand to gesture while she pitches her voice higher, pretending to speak for Jimmy Jr. “I want to meet Auntie Monica.”

He gives her a look and reaches past her to open the door. Instead of trying to exit around his family, he waves Darcy through ahead of him. (She looks down at the baby in her arms and goes “Yaaaay! Isn’t Daddy a soft touch?”)

“You didn’t persuade me,” he says, leading them to the car and holding the door for Darcy while she climbs into the back seat with the baby. “This is strategic.”

“Is the strategy common sense? I feel like you should’ve gone with that from the beginning. Bringing a scientist to a magic fight is good thinking, for, like, balance and shit.”

Jimmy backs down the driveway as gently as he can. Their car’s been modernized (well, for the latest decade) and while it now has seatbelts, it wasn’t equipped with a car seat for their son. He’s going to have to drive with the utmost care.

“Hopefully, there won’t be a fight,” he reminds Darcy, “but if there is, you won’t be anywhere near it. You and Jimmy Junior are staying in the car. Alright?”

When he darts his gaze to the rear-view mirror, he sees his wife looking out her window, making a show of not listening to him. Jimmy sighs.

Without thinking, he navigates back to the street where they dropped Monica off yesterday. Wanda’s house is just down from Dottie’s; he remembers the number from watching WandaVision. Jimmy draws up to the curb and parks. He glances back at Darcy, but she’s still ignoring him.

“I’ll try to be right back,” he tells her anyway, eyes dropping longingly to the serene face of his sleeping son. He’s heard that about babies and car rides.

Jogging up the driveway, he does a doubletake of a ragged slash in the wall between Wanda’s property and her neighbour’s. There’s not exactly anything wrong with a damaged cinderblock or an amateur handyman job, but the crevice in the stone stands out in a world so aggressively styled and manicured.

Wishing for the reassurance of his gun at his hip in case things go south (it’s the first time he’s even thought about the gun since the night he and Darcy arrived), Jimmy enters the Vision residence without knocking.

Orienting himself to what he was just watching on TV in a house less than a mile from here, he walks across the entryway, attracting the attention of both Wanda and Monica. They’re standing across from each other in the living room. Raising his hands to show he intends no harm, Jimmy sweeps his eyes over the scene in assessment, like he has a hundred times before. Monica’s expression is alarmed under superficial friendliness—the look of someone trying to placate an attacker. With her aggressive, forward-leaning posture and the way she’s positioned herself between Monica and the cribs (he’s surprised to see more than one, but he did miss some of the episode while he was delivering his son in their bathtub), Wanda fits that role.

“Wanda,” he says, taking a step towards the seating area, “you don’t want to hurt her.”

“Are you working with her?” Wanda demands. “Who are you? I’ve never seen you before.”

“James Woo. I’m not here to hurt you. Neither is Geraldine.”

“You don’t want to hurt me? Then why do you come asking questions? Saying things—” He can see her chin wobble from here as she teeters on the edge of tears. “—about Pietro. You didn’t know my brother.”

Her statement is directed at Monica, but Jimmy tries to bring her focus back to him. Of himself and the Captain, he’s the one with an exit at his back, whereas Monica’s hemmed in by a large bookcase.

“I didn’t know your brother,” Jimmy agrees. “I do know about him, but we don’t need to talk about that. I don’t want to upset you, Wanda, I just want you to let me leave with Geraldine.”

“Oh, I’ll let you leave,” Wanda says, cocking her head as she raises her hands. This motion conveys the opposite meaning to Jimmy’s—she does intend them harm.

He’s contemplating what’ll happen if he tries to rush her when Darcy charges through the front door he left open.

“Don’t!” Jimmy gasps, making a grab for her, but his body is tense with caution and Darcy has the momentum to dodge him, stepping down the level into the living room.

“Look,” Darcy demands of Wanda, whose expression is torn as she chooses between facing Monica and this new intruder.

Jimmy’s mentally composing and rejecting ideas of how to proceed when their unwelcoming host lowers her hands. She’s looking where Darcy directed her to, at the baby in Darcy’s arms.

“He was born less than an hour ago, and I only found out I was pregnant yesterday, but that doesn’t matter. I know it’s the same for you, the circumstances and the… yeah, whatever. You know about the Big Bang, right?” she continues, jumping to the next thought.

“Yes,” Wanda says carefully.

Jimmy’s terrified to move closer and set Wanda on the offensive again. He glances at Monica, who seems to be thinking the same thing, frozen in place.

“From nothing to so much, in an instant,” Darcy’s saying in her condensed history of the universe. “Science is supposed to be full of all these rules. Like, every scientist dude important enough to remember had some law or formula or method that we map everything on top of when we’re pretending we understand all this. Being in science isn’t a goal I’ve had for a long time—I mean, I probably wouldn’t be in it now if the world hadn’t more or less ended—and if all I ever heard about the workings of the universe was rules, I would’ve stayed away. Who likes rules, right? Who wants to be told that things are the way they are because something outside of your control says so? My point is…”

She takes a deep breath, then another one, shifting until she’s blocking Wanda’s expression from Jimmy’s view.

“Sorry, I just gave birth, you know how it is,” Darcy says when she goes on. Jimmy’s stricken with exasperation, adoration, fear, and pride. “My point is that I love science because, while science is laws and rules and equations, science is also standing outside at night and staring up at the dark. There are explanations for every light that’s up there and why, even when you’re away from big cities and the sky seems so black and close, you don’t fall up into it, although it kinda feels like you could. Science can tell me why, and it still feels like magic when I look at the stars. And we’ve all been traveling out here in space together, getting made and unmade and made again because the right ingredients needed to create something as precious as a planet, or a baby, or the clay that’ll make the bricks that’ll make the house never disappear. Suns explode, asteroids collide and get chipped away… things can separate down to their smallest part, life can…”

“End?” Wanda asks.

Jimmy’s stunned to hear the word come out choked. Cautiously, he leans to get a glimpse of Wanda’s face. It’s covered in tears. Darcy’s nodding.

“But everything’s valuable. All matter gets reused.” Jimmy wants to grab her and pull her to safety when she takes a step closer to Wanda. “I get it if you’re sad and you’re not ready to talk about it. I’m not gonna say it’s ok, because I’ve heard Monica’s testimonial on exactly how much it sucks to have you in her head, but I do think you should let us leave now so you have a few friends out there when you inevitably need people on your side.”

“You can go,” Wanda agrees, swiping at her nose. “I won’t hurt your baby.”

“You’re not going to hurt my friend either,” Darcy says, beckoning for Monica to cross the room behind her. “Or my husband.”

“No,” Wanda says.

Monica reaches Jimmy and they wait for Darcy in the entryway.

“I bet all that control feel really good,” Darcy theorizes. “Taking it into your own hands. But I think you know that focusing on the beautiful, magical stuff doesn’t mean the rules no longer exist. Maybe you can find a way to accept them both.”

“It’s time for you to leave,” Wanda says, firmer now.

“Not looking for a life coach, got it.”

She joins Jimmy and Monica, bouncing the baby lightly in her arms. Wanda ushers them out of the house ahead of her. Jimmy glances back to see her close the door after herself with a twist and red glow of her hands.

“What about waiting in the car?” he mutters to Darcy as they stride down the lawn.

His self-proclaimed wife stares at him.

“I’m not the kind of person who waits in the car. Would the kind of person who waits in the car give a speech like that?”

Jimmy’s at an honest-to-goodness loss for words.

She gets into the car willingly enough now, Jimmy in the passenger’s seat while Monica slides behind the wheel.

“Wanda’s told me how to stand, how to move, how to walk since I got in here,” Monica says, turning the key in the ignition. “I’m driving myself out.”

“It’ll part for you when you get there,” Wanda calls to them from the lawn. “The barrier. I suggest you do not attempt to enter again.”

“I think we’ve all had our fill,” Jimmy informs her cheerfully through his rolled-down window.

She doesn’t respond to this, so Monica executes a three-point turn and takes them back up the street the way they came. From there, they turn out of the subdivision, but Jimmy snags a last look at Wanda through the back window. There’s a light breeze blowing her dress and hair and she looks like she could be anyone. A suburban mom of twins? Why not. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever see her again in person, but he has plans to catch her show.

“Wanda’s changed the roads,” Monica says as she drives. For his son’s sake, Jimmy’s grateful that she isn’t speeding, though he wouldn’t blame her for trying to get out of here as quickly as possible. “None of them lead out of town.”

“Literal tourist trap. Brilliant,” Darcy declares from the back seat. Jimmy reaches an arm back blindly and feels her close her hand around his.

“But,” Monica adds, “I remember Ellis Avenue being the closest cross street to the edge of town. We find that, then drive over the grass. Things may get a little bumpy.”

“We’ll survive.”

Jimmy twists around to look at Darcy. He nods. They will. They’ll survive.

They cross Ellis and take the car off-road. The barrier remains invisible, but…

“I can feel it,” Darcy says.

“Like we did the day we came in,” Jimmy recalls.

“It still wants us out,” Monica interprets. He sees her staring uneasily ahead. “Was I naïve to think I could change anything by coming in here?”

“No, Captain. It was brave.”

“Didn’t work though. We aren’t leaving with Wanda.”

“It could work,” Darcy says. “We left her with a few things to think about. We’ll watch WandaVision and see.”

“That’ll be strange after being a part of it.”

“You think so?” Jimmy wonders. He takes a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air and the sunshine, playing with Darcy’s fingers laced through his. “I think it’s returning to regular life that’s going to feel strange. Out there, it’s easy to see all this as a TV show, but everything in here is real.”

“We’ll make Hayward understand that.”

“I’m bringing back some compelling evidence,” Darcy says, followed by kissy sounds directed at Jimmy Jr.

The air just a couple of car lengths ahead of them abruptly glows red as Wanda reveals the wall of the Hex. Jimmy and Monica exchange a look, but she doesn’t slow down. They pass through without resistance. All of a sudden, it’s night. Monica lets out a relieved sigh.

The S.W.O.R.D. base is looming, exterior lights ablaze, but Jimmy looks backwards, checking that Darcy and the baby are alright.

“Same as you left us,” she says, pulling back the blanket to show him the face of his son.

He gives her a slightly melancholic smile.

“Not quite, Dr. Lewis.”

“I’ll have a lot of work to do,” Darcy notes thoughtfully, “but time for you and me to go on dates will be on my list of demands.”

“You have a list of demands?” Monica asks, laughter in her voice.

“After being forced into the Hex, where I could’ve lost my life? Fuck yes, I have a list.”

“What else are you asking for?”

“The coffee I requested on day one and a desk in a better spot so there’s room next to it for the crib that will also be on my list.”

Monica laughs aloud now.

“Is this a benefits negotiation or a baby shower registry?”

“Let’s get back to the part where we’re going on dates,” Jimmy says. “How’s that going to work?”

“Jimmy, darlin’,” Darcy begins, “will you go out with me?”

He leans to look around his seat at her.

“Darcy, we were married. We have a baby. Don’t you think we can—”

“Answer the question, Agent Woo.”

“Of course I’ll go out with you,” he says.

“And that’s how it works. Easy-peasy.”

She gives his hand a squeeze before releasing it to hold Jimmy Jr. more securely as Monica pulls up to a building and brakes. Already, S.W.O.R.D. agents are rushing out to meet them, but Jimmy drops back against his seat and smiles to himself.

“‘Easy-peasy.’”

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