#ironshock

[dresupi]

Hello! Happy Birthday!! Im here for your Bday fic gift, thanks

Ship: Darcy Lewis/Tony Stark

a/n: Thank you, darling!  Enjoy your fic!

“Okay, so you never said your family was this big, Lewis.”  Tony’s hands were gripping the wheel of the convertible he and Darcy had chosen as their ride of choice for their New York to Virginia road trip. He was staring at the literal convention center her aunt had rented for the family reunion.

“I said the Lewises single-handedly populated Virginia. Not sure what about that reads as ‘small’...” Darcy reached over to place her hand over one of Tony’s. “Besides. It doesn’t matter if there are fifteen family members to love you, or five hundred. They’re all going to love you like I do. Well. Not exactly like I do. Because that would be mega weird.”

She brushed her hair from her face and went to open the door, stopping when Tony tugged her back down in the car, brushing her curls from her face to press a soft kiss to her lips. “I love you, you know that, right?”

“I love you too,” she said, giggling.

“But did you say five hundred?”

“That’s a little high. I might have rounded up somewhere. And down in others... The important thing is. They’ll love you, Tony.”

[earthsmightiestdinosaurs]

Darcy Lewis prompts?

Soo, I really want to write something but the story I am working on right isn't really moving forward.

Can someone please give me some writing prompts? Preferably Darcy Lewis ones?

[ragwitch]

Congratulations! If you’re still doing prompts I’d love some Darcy/Tony, Darcy hacking Jarvis to troll Tony.

Can do!!

Pairing: Tony Stark/Darcy Lewis

Rating: T

He is ashamed to admit that it takes him until the chorus to realize what’s happening. He was genius-ing. That’s his excuse.

“There is no fear now, let go and just be free…I will love you unconditionally…”

“Jarvis,” Tony said, pausing with soldering iron in hand. “This is…what is this?”

“Katy Perry’s romantic power ballad Unconditionally,” Jarvis said as the singer wailed in the background.

“Katy Perry is unacceptable work music. Please…never do this again.”

“I’ve received strict instructions as to your care and entertainment for the following sixty-four hours,” Jarvis said.

“No,” Tony said shaking his head. “No you haven’t. I give you instructions. Who gave you instructions?”

There was a pause and then Jarvis bit out sheepishly, “She who must not be missed.”

Tony gritted his teeth and sighed, bending back to work.

_

“But I want a burger and onion rings,” Tony said, staring down at the medley of grains and roasted vegetables inside of his delivery carton.

“This is…impossible,” Jarvis said.

It wouldn’t have been impossible if he had gone out and got them himself, Tony figured. But he appreciated her not rubbing his dependence in too deeply via his AI.

“Jarvis, buddy, this is…it’s just not fair,” Tony said, arms flapping in protest.

“Sir, I’ve been instructed to inform you if you are behaving…petulantly,” Jarvis said.

Tony stared at the food for a long moment before finally picking up his fork.

_

“Oh for fucks sake,” Tony said, scrubbing his hand over his face and staring down at the glitter bombed steaming (pink) bath water waiting for him. “No.” He walked over to the shower and yanked hard on the handles for hot water.

But nothing happened. The handle turned and the water was missing.

“Jarvis,” he said, trying to keep the slightly pathetic note out of his voice.

“It’s…bath time…sir,” Jarvis said piteously.

“We’ll have our revenge, Jarvis. I promise,” Tony muttered, peeling off his t-shirt.

“Thank you, sir,” Jarvis said.

_

Tony squinted in the dark and rolled over to the source of the pale light behind him.

A hologram Darcy lay spread out across the top of his sheets in a pair of pajamas he bought himself but never wore. Only the tips of her toes were peeking out of the legs and her hands were folded away entirely in the sleeves.

“You’re a menace,” he said, voice hoarse with evasive sleep.

“Did you miss me?” she asked, grinning, propping her chin on her plaid clad arms.

“Very clever evil-plan, young lady. Harass me at a distance to ensure I survive without your company.” Yes, he missed her.

“How’s Jarvis?”

“He’ll need therapy because of you,” he said.

“Ha, faker!” she scoffed. “Half of it was his suggestion.”

“How much longer should I expect this torture to go on?” He raised an eyebrow and Darcy reached out one intangible hand from the depths of her sleeve to trace over it.

“Maybe just through your very nutritious lunch tomorrow,” she said. “We’re finishing up early and I should be home by the evening.”

He tried not to smile so wide at this answer but she was beaming back at him so it was a losing battle.

“Hey,” she said, face lighting up. “You ever fuck a hologram before?”

“Not one in plaid pajamas,” he said. And he pushed the blankets down past his hips to reveal his naked, glitter bombed body.

[fantasyreadersstuff]

IronShock ABO?

I have devouring ABO lately and I can’t find any Darcy/Tony I would love to read a Alpha!Tony, Omega!Darcy. Is that something anyone is working on?

[marvelousbirthdays]

Happy Birthday, sdcyumyum!

November 13 - "Where do you think you're going?" Tony/Darcy for @sdcyumyum, smutty/fluffy please

Written by @celiaequus

Tony gently raised Darcy’s dress up over her thighs.

He was worried.  He’d taken her out for their anniversary dinner and she’d rejected the kinds of food she usually loved.  She also seemed distracted and wouldn’t drink any wine.

He knew what was going on.

They lived in a tower full of superpowered people and spies.  Of course Darcy was going to look at Romanov or Pepper or waif-like Jane and compare herself unfavourably.  Women did that all the time.  The internet said so.

Despite worshipping her body whenever he could, Tony feared that Darcy wasn’t taking it to heart.  So he’d made sure to go all-out with the romance tonight.  He insisted on ordering dessert, even though Darcy picked at the sugary confection with obvious concern.  In the end, Tony had to eat most of it.

Darcy giggled as some of the rose petals tickled her body.

“Did you raid a whole rose bush for this?” she asked, moving her fingers through the petals.

“Just the rose section of a florist,” Tony said.  He pulled down her underpants and threw them over the side of the bed.  “You smell delicious.  You were made to lie in a bed of rose petals, waiting for me to come along and--”

“Enough with the talk, put your mouth to other uses,” Darcy demanded.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, grinning as he lowered his head between her legs.  He licked around her entrance slowly, only letting his tongue dip inside a little, until Darcy was scrunching her hands in his hair.

“Come on, Tony!” she said.

“So wet,” he growled, slipping a finger inside.  Darcy really was ready and raring to go.  He still stretched her, partly to tease and partly to be safe.  When Darcy started to threaten physical violence, he stripped off as much as he could and reached for the nightstand.

“Leave it,” Darcy said.  “Just get in me.”

“Gladly,” Tony said, slipping inside.

“Finally,” she said.  She shivered as Tony sucked a bruise high on her neck.  “That’s it, babe.  Keep going.  Just… there!”

Her hips bucked as Tony began suckling on her right breast.  He’d barely moved to the other one before Darcy was coming with a shriek.  Tony lasted a few more strokes before he joined her.  He collapsed to the side and looked over to see that Darcy was already falling asleep.

He hoped her self-image issues would disappear.

He was startled awake when Darcy stumbled out of bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he said.  “I have plans for…”

Tony stopped when he heard Darcy retching from the en suite.

“Damn it!” he muttered.  He hurried in to find his wife leaning over the toilet bowl, puking her guts out.  “I can’t believe it got this far.  I know you’re insecure, but making yourself sick isn’t healthy.  You’re beautiful to me, Darcy.  Ignore those magazines.”

The look she gave him very clearly spelt F U C K  Y O U.

“I’m pregnant, you moron,” she said.  “Genius IQ my ass.”

Then she bent over the bowl again.

“So this is… morning sickness,” Tony said.  Darcy nodded.  “And refusing alcohol last night…”

“Wasn’t me trying to lose weight,” she said.  “I got a milkshake instead.  How does a chocolate milkshake spell ‘healthy’ to you?”

“And not eating all your favourite foods…?”

“I’ve been reading up on what pregnant women should and should not eat,” she said.  She groaned, rubbing her stomach.  “Another eight months until this little sucker pops out, so until then I’m putting myself on the healthiest diet possible.  Not for me, but for the baby.”  She narrowed her eyes.  “What made you think I’d ever make myself sick because of a magazine?  What made you think I’d be insecure about how I look?”

“Um…”  Tony backed towards the door.  “What would you like for breakfast, dear?”

“Tony!”

“Coffee?”

He escaped as Darcy began throwing up again.

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all this and heaven too

a thank you fic for @sarastark. ❤️❤️❤️

pairing: darcy/tony (ironshock) rating: g word count: 4871

(a million thanks to @ragwitch for her mad beta skills. xoxo)

“Please don't be an axe murderer,” Darcy muttered to herself as she flicked on her emergency flashers and eased onto the shoulder of the two-lane highway. “Please, please, please. Please don't make me regret this.”

The figure in her side mirror hesitated, standing so still she could hardly see them in the flickering of her brake light—the rain was coming down in heavy sheets, so heavily that she'd been worried about making it home safely even without the added danger of picking up a stranger from the side of the road. After a moment she considered driving away, but then the figure started to move.

As the person’s reflection grew bigger and more distinct in her rainy side mirror, Darcy was reminded of the terror she'd felt watching Jurassic Park for the first time. A human was a lot different than a giant T-Rex, of course, but her brain wouldn't let go of the comparison. The ominous click and slide of her windshield wipers didn't help.

Her mind flitted through all the possibilities—running the gamut from an assassin fleeing the scene of a crime to an escaped convict—but then the person was knocking on her window and she had no more time to think. It was either let him in or drive off and leave him to drown in rainwater and mud. After hesitating for a split second longer, she went with option C and rolled her window down halfway.

“What the hell are you doing out here, dude?”

“Seriously? We can't have this conversation in the car?”

For all that the rain had soaked through his clothes and plastered his hair to his head, the man’s look was as dry as the New Mexico desert. He was spectacularly attractive, with a face so handsome she couldn’t even fault him for his goatee. She didn’t even like goatees, but somehow he pulled it off a little too well.

He tapped an impatient finger against the half-open window, reminding Darcy why option C hadn't actually been a real…option. With a slight huff, she rolled her car window up. It was impossible not to grin at the look of indignant rage on the man’s face; he clearly thought she was going to abandon him to the elements.

Instead, she reached over and popped the door open. He slid in immediately, and she mourned the fabric of her passenger seat as he immediately drenched it.

“You're not gonna kill me, are you?” Her tone was blunt—better to get it out of the way immediately.

The man was clearly a fan of incredulous stares. His gazed bored into the side of her face as she pulled out onto the highway, his jaw slack with bemused horror. Her unease from picking up a stranger immediately abated, replaced with an unholy glee from getting under his skin.

“You're joking, right? Please tell me you're joking.”

“Dude, how often do you pick up strangers who are hitchhiking in the middle of the night, in a rainstorm no less? Of course I'm not joking.”

The silence following that statement was pronounced, and stretched for so long she glanced over to make sure he was still conscious. He was, though clearly befuddled. His mouth worked a couple of times before he found his words.

“You're serious. You really don't know who I am.” That statement was ominous, and her head shot over to stare at him.

“Oh my god, and I supposed to? Are you an escaped convict or something?” Her eyes darted back to the road—convict or not, she did not want to kill both of them by wrapping her car around a tree—and she desperately tried to remember where she'd put her taser. Was it in her purse?

“What? No. No, no, look—nevermind. And I'm not going to kill you, okay? Sheesh, relax. Although…it's not like I'd tell you if I was planning on it. I'd be a stupid murderer, don't you think?” She snorted at that, and he grinned.

“Alright, axe murderer. Where are you headed? And how the hell did you end up walking down this road, anyway?”

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“I was headed to Willowdale. Car accident.” At her worried glance, he grinned disarmingly. “I'm not injured. Not gonna bleed out in your car, I promise.”

“I wasn't thinking of that,” she scoffed. “Do you have a room booked at the motel?” He must be rich, she thought, based on the way his nose wrinkled at the word.

“Nah.” He waved a nonchalant hand through the air. “I was acting on a more spur-of-the-moment kind of thing.”

“Uh huh.” His apparent ease with the entire loss of a car and general lack of plans or care for where he was staying the night was driving her crazy, so she added, “And how's that worked out for you so far?”

He ignored her, turning his face to the window, and she pushed away the immediate stab of regret at her harsh words. “Alright, we'll try the motel first then.”

The rest of the drive was silent save for the thudding of the rain on her roof and the squeak-slide of the wipers. A few minutes in, she realized that his wet clothing must be making him cold and uncomfortable even if he refused to complain. When her hands reached to turn on the heat, his eyes tracked her movements. He didn't verbalize his thanks, but she thought she caught him relaxing slightly out of the corner of her eye.

As they pulled into the motel parking lot, they stared up at the neon sign with twin looks of dismay. No matter how many times she blinked up at it, the bright orange NO VACANCY glared stubbornly down at her. With a sigh, she threw the car into park and leaned back against her seat. She was out of ideas—Willowdale wasn't exactly big enough for anything more than a crappy motel, so there was nowhere else she could take him. The nearest city was an hour away, and there was only so much she was willing to do for a (charming, handsome, funny) stranger.

“I'm going to check inside,” he declared. “Maybe I can grease a palm or two.”

She stifled a laugh, but settled for, “That's not really how things work around here, man.” She could see from the tension in his jaw that he wasn't going to give up, and she sighed.

“Do you want me to wait for you?”

He turned at that, staring openly at her. “What?”

“Do you want me to wait for you, in case it doesn't work out?” When it didn't work out, she amended silently.

He blinked rapidly, as if her offer was entirely unexpected, then shook it off. “No. Thanks. I'm sure it’ll work out fine. Thanks for the lift.” The words were rusty, and she got the sense that not many people knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of his gratitude. Especially not twice in one statement.

Without another word, he opened the door and slid out into the rain, taking the heat with him. She bit her lip in indecision.

When he trudged out of the motel ten minutes later, dejection evident in every line of his body, she started the engine. His head shot up at the sound, and this time he didn't hesitate to sprint for the passenger door. They were both grinning as he slid into the still-drenched seat.

“So,” he drawled, ignoring the rivulets of water that were making their way down his forehead and the bridge of his nose, as if he wasn't having the worst night ever, “where to?”

-:-

“This,” she proclaimed with an expansive gesture that was altogether too grand for her tiny apartment, “is my humble abode.”

Tony—just Tony, he’d said with a devilish grin—opened his mouth, but she cut him off with an accusatory finger. His mouth clicked shut so rapidly it was almost audible.

“I don’t want to hear a single word about the depths of its humility, dude.” When he rolled his eyes and opened his mouth again, she pulled out the big guns. “One word, and I’m kicking you back out into the rain to drown.”

The man pulled out his best innocent expression.

“Who, me?” He leaned in to whisper it against her ear as he skirted around her to explore the living space, so close that her hair shifted with his breath. She had to close her eyes and count to five before she could turn to follow him, willing her blush to subside. Bringing a stranger home to sleep on her couch out of the goodness of her heart was quite enough; she didn’t need to add attraction to the mix. Speaking of which, she should probably at least text Jane—on the off chance that he really was an axe murderer or something.

When she finally turned, still texting her friend, he was eyeing her couch with extreme dubiousness.

“Yep,” she confirmed, popping the ‘p’, “that’s where you’ll be staying.”

He turned around, and she was utterly unprepared for the charm that he effortlessly exuded through every pore. “Are you sure?” His tone was low and seductive, and the intimacy of it sent chills down her spine. The blush was back in full force, and then she realized—

“Nice try, dude. But you’re still on the couch.” At least her tone was even; no one needed to know how much that attempt had actually affected her, least of all him.

“Well, it was worth a shot.” His pout made her laugh.

“Mhmm. Let me grab you a blanket, Casanova. And some sweatpants and a t-shirt. I think I still have some of my ex’s clothing around. Hmm.”

“I prefer Don Juan, actually—” he called after her. She cut him off with a pillow to the face.

“Cool. Good night, Magic Mike.” His surprised laughter followed her into dreams.

It was surprisingly easy to sleep with him in the next room, for all that he was a stranger. She still locked her bedroom door, though. When Jane called, she answered the phone with a sigh.

“Hey, Janie.”

“What the hell are you doing, Darce?”

-:-

When Darcy woke up the next morning, she almost convinced herself that it was all a dream. Nothing more than a bored woman’s fantasy, adding a little spice to her otherwise routine existence.

Just as she was about to roll over and lose herself in fantasies of that smile, those mischievous eyes, that beard she’d love to rub herself all over, there was a muttered curse from the kitchen. Immediately afterward came the smell of something burning. It mixed with the smell of freshly-brewed coffee, turning the tantalizing smell into something acrid and smoky. Clearly, her dream man was not a dream. And he was up to no good.

She barely had the presence of mind to throw on a sports bra and finger comb her hair before leaving her bedroom, making a quick pitstop in the bathroom to pee and brush her teeth.  As she rounded the corner to the kitchen, she caught her unexpected guest dumping something black and crispy into the trashcan.

“Sheesh, what did those pancakes ever do to you?” Tony’s eyes widened at her words—he hadn’t seen her come in. He opened his mouth to respond, but she cut him off with an exclamation of horror. “What on earth did you do to my coffee maker?”

His answering smile was smug. “I made a few improvements.” Without elaborating, he handed her a mug full of the steaming liquid. She took a cautious sip, fighting the urge to close her eyes in bliss. Even though she’d known him less than twenty-four hours, she knew better than to give him the satisfaction. He caught it anyway. “Good, huh?”

“But—why? It was fine the way it was.”

“It moved slower than a car in New York traffic and it smelled like burning rubber when you turned it on.” She fought a smile, recognizing that same dry tone from when she’d dared to leave him out in the rain the evening before.

“It had character.” He scoffed, and she changed the topic rapidly, not wanting him to go on a home improvement spree because he felt like he had something to prove. “So, what happened to breakfast?”

“Not my strong suit.” The smell of charred batter lingered in the air, belying his casual shrug. He gulped down his own cup of coffee—straight black, how boring—he said, “But I am very good at buying breakfast.”

That made her laugh. “Alright, let’s hit up Willowdale’s only diner.”

“But first, do you have a phone I can borrow? Mine garbled its swan song in the rain.”

Grateful for the breather, she handed him her phone and headed for the shower. There was only so much of his eyes and that smolder and the general intensity of him she could take before feeling like she was going to either scream or push him up against the wall and have her wicked way with him. Hence, the need for a break.

Fifteen minutes later, she was clean and feeling much better equipped to deal with her silver-tongued guest. He was still on the phone as she rounded the corner.

“C’mon, Pep. This is not the worst thing I’ve done over the years. No—yes, there’s a reason I drove down here in the middle of the night. No, I can’t talk about it right now, this isn’t a secure line—what?”

Darcy hovered in the doorway at his back, torn between the desire to honor his privacy and a morbid curiosity over who was managing to keep him so off-kilter. Then again, he was talking loud enough to rouse the entire building, so he clearly wasn’t worried about keeping things secret.

“No, I do not have a new girlfriend. A Good Samaritan picked me up off the side of the road last night and—no, I did not sleep with her. Jesus, Pep, I haven’t been like that in years.” She stifled a snort of amusement; considering his half-assed attempt at seducing his way into her bed the night before, that was only half true. She really didn’t need to listen in on his conversation with his friend (girlfriend? Colleague? Who knew), so she turned around and went back the way she’d come. He’d find her when he was ready to go, she had no doubt.

-:-

“What’s that face?” As soon as she pointed it out, his expression smoothed out into an unassuming mask. All that was left to show his disdain was a soft arch of one eyebrow.

“What? What face? I don’t know what you’re talking about—no seriously. This is the only diner in town?” His eyes bored into hers, as if he thought she was pulling one over on him.

“Yes, it is. And since they don’t scorch their pancakes, we’re staying. And besides, Willowdale isn’t exactly the pinnacle of high society, Tony. We have one crappy motel and one dingy diner—”

“Say that five times fast,” he cut in, snickering.

Ignoring him, she continued on,” So really, I’m wondering what the hell you’re really doing here.”

He stared her down—after all his flirting, it was disconcerting to suddenly be facing a serious Tony. His eyes leveled out as he searched her gaze; she had no idea what he was suspicious of or what he was searching for, but she could tell when he didn’t find it. All of a sudden, his eyebrows smoothed out and the tension in his jaw was gone, and he went back to tapping his fingers against the plastic tabletop.

“I’m headhunting, actually.” At her startled flinch, he rolled his eyes. “Jesus, Darce, you’ve gotta get rid of your axe murderer worries. I meant it in the business sense. I’m here to recruit a scientist for a technology company.”

A niggling suspicion started at the back of her brain, and she couldn’t help but wonder, “Which scientist? You’re talking about one of the faculty at Culver, I assume.”

He hummed in agreement. “Doctor Jane Foster. You probably haven’t heard about her. A relatively new up-and-comer, I’ll grant, but I can spot genius right away and—”

“What does a technology company want with an astrophysicist?”

Stunned into silence, Tony blinked at her for a solid minute. Then he grinned wolfishly.

“You know her?”

“Oh, sure. I’ve only been working with her for the past five years or so.” She shoveled a bite of pancake in her mouth and tried not to moan. Tony could say what he wanted about the aesthetic—Stanley knew how to make damn good breakfast.

When she glanced up, Tony was staring at her. Whether it was from the blissful look on her face or her casual admission, it wasn’t clear. She was halfway through her pancake before he found the words he wanted to say.

“You work with Jane Foster. And you’re not—”

“A doctor? No. Not even a science-y type, actually. And yet Janie and I work perfectly together. Which is why you should heed my warning—she’s not gonna be an easy one to win over. Jane likes her comfort, her plaid shirts and her routine, as crazy as that routine might seem to everyone else. But you didn’t answer my question—what does a technology company want with Jane Foster?”

“Her theories would be very…useful in some of the research they’re currently developing,” he said, eyes bright and grin shark-like. She felt as though she was being expertly boxed into a corner, and didn’t know what she could do about it. With a sigh, she signaled for the check.

“Alright, then. Might as well get this over with.”

-:-

“No.”

Darcy stifled a laugh—it was the fifth refusal in as many minutes, and Jane hadn’t even bothered to look up from her database for this one. Tony shot her a desperate look for support, but she shook her head and laughed.

“Don’t look at me, hotshot. I warned you. Janie, I’m gonna go grab us all some coffee. Let y’all get your little song and dance out of the way.” Patting her best friend and boss on the shoulder, she leaned in to whisper, “I’m not just saying this because he’s hot, but try to go a little easy on him? The man got in a car accident last night and still insisted on coming to our little town to woo you. He’s determined, if nothing else.”

Jane didn’t say anything in reply, but a faint smile tugged at one corner of her mouth. On her way out the door, Darcy pointed at Tony.

“You. Behave.”

“I feel like you know me too well already, Short Stack. Go, get your caffeine fix. Mighty Mouse and I will be fine.”

“If you want to win her over, you might want to stop making fun of her size. Just a friendly warning.” As she left, Jane was nodding emphatically while Tony stifled a smirk.

Right as the door slid shut behind her, she heard Tony say, “So. Tell me about Darcy.”

It was almost enough to make her turn right back around.

-:-

“We probably should've called ahead, after the debacle last night,” Darcy remarked as she pulled into the motel’s parking lot. “Luckily, it looks like they have still have rooms available for tonight.” The NO of the vacancy sign was conspicuously unlit.

The relief she'd expected to feel at getting rid of him never came. Instead, anxiety sat heavy in her gut. It wasn't until he was unbuckling his seatbelt that she was able to identify it: the sense of an opportunity lost.

He turned to her, as composed as ever with a little twinkle in his eye. “You gonna wait for me? Just in case?”

Casting a dubious glance up at the clearly-lit vacancy sign, she sighed. It was better to save her breath rather than to argue, she'd learned in the twenty-four hours or so that she'd known him. “Sure, Tony. I'll wait.”

With a grin, he disappeared.

Less than two minutes later, he was striding back toward the passenger side of her car. “Oh no,” he said, aiming for a deadpan tone but unable to completely mask his mischief, “they were all booked.”

She stared at him. As they sat in silence, the neon orange above them flickered to life. NO VACANCY. With another gusty sigh, she put the car in reverse and backed out of the parking space.

“You bought out the entire motel, didn't you?”

“Yep,” he replied with zero remorse.

“Alright. If you like sleeping on my couch that much, who am I to stop you.”

“You sure I can't convince you to revisit the bed discussion? I'm a master snuggler, I'll have you know.” Interestingly, he didn't lean into her space or drop his eyes to her chest as he spoke, as so many other men would. Tony, it seemed, enjoyed the verbal sparring as much as he wanted to see her naked. It improved her opinion of him by a mile.

“I'm sure you are.” Her glance at his well-defined arms wasn't subtle.

“But I'm pretty sure that Jane is going to accept the offer of employment—for both of us—at Stark Industries. And I'm not about to screw it all up by sleeping with the man whose name is on the side of the building before we even get a chance to see New York.”

“So you did know who I was!” he crowed in triumph. The pull of his grin was too strong, and she couldn't help but return it. Her heart thudded in her chest, and that was the moment she knew she was in serious trouble.

Darcy laughed. “No, I really didn't. But Jane made sure to tell me. She reamed me out for bringing the Tony Stark to the lab without any advance warning.”

“Oops.”

“Uh-huh.” She wasn't buying his innocent act—really, she wondered if anyone ever did. There was something about him that screamed cunning and mayhem.

“So the sleeping arrangements—”

“Not happening, Tony.”

“I wouldn't really be your boss, you know. Or Foster’s, really.”

“So you wouldn't be able to make my life hell if we slept together and it crashed and burned? Whisper some words in the right ears, and suddenly Jane and I are both out of a job?” He blinked at her, as if he'd never thought of it that way. “Exactly.”

He hesitated, then quietly stated, “I know you don't know me well enough to know that I'm telling the truth, but I would never do that.”

“I can't take that chance.” She shrugged one shoulder and stared straight ahead. The sense of loss was back, churning in her gut and telling her that she was making a mistake. But she wouldn't stake Jane’s career on the outcome of a one-night stand, no matter how hard her ovaries cried.

From the corner of her eye, she saw him nod and turn to look out the window. He wouldn't bring it up again. Softly, he said to the window, “It would've been really good, though.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it would've.”

-:-

There was a car waiting for Tony the following afternoon, after he'd coaxed an official ‘yes’ from Jane.

“I don't do hugs,” he said to Darcy, who wasn't even standing near him.

“Cool.”

“But—if you ever change your mind, Short Stack, my bed is always open.” He slid his sunglasses partway down his nose to show off the bawdy wink he tossed in her direction.

“Cool. But you need to work on your game, Tony. If you really wanted a shot with me, you wouldn't call me Short Stack. Because that wouldn't get you anywhere. Ever.”

“Double D?” She wrinkled her nose. “No? That's too bad. See you around, Darce.”

He stepped in close, enough to brush his lips softly against the side of her head. It was so soft she barely felt any pressure at all, and she had to keep her hands fisted at her sides. No hugs.

“By the way,” he added on his way out the door, “I bought you a new couch. Yours is atrocious—doesn't even deserve the name.” And then he was breezing out of her life with the same abruptness that he'd arrived.

He had bought her a new couch—it was delivered the next day. Movers came for her and Jane’s stuff the day after that. A week later, she was informed that her student loans had been paid in full. Yet, she didn't see Tony himself until three months after they moved to New York.

-:-

“So you're Darcy.”

Those three words were ominous in any employment scenario, but they were especially intimidating when spoken by Pepper Potts herself.

“Tony’s told me a lot about you.” Somehow, that was even worse. Seeing the look on her face, Pepper laughed.

“Don't worry. I'm a fan. Tony told me you refused to sleep with him, that you were worried about your career. And Doctor Foster’s.”

Darcy blinked. This was not what she was expecting on her first day.

“I'm sorry. Are the two of you…?”

Pepper laughed.

“Oh, no. We tried, once, years ago. It crashed and burned immediately. He really likes you, though.”

It was as much a shovel talk as she'd ever received.

-:-

The first time she saw Tony after they started working for SI, Darcy half-expected him to pour on the seduction techniques. He didn't. Oh, he was casually flirty with her, and considerately asked about how they were settling into life in the city, in his own way (“But did you bring the couch?”). Most of his focus was on the research, Jane's theories, and how it all related to the projects the companies had coming down the pipeline—as it should be.

She told herself she wasn't disappointed.

The second time was similar, as were the third and fourth. Eventually she got used to the idea that their flirty will-they-won't-they dynamic was a thing of the past, a fond memory of a rainy night or two in nowhere, Virginia. She let it go, and happily formed a friendship with him instead.

He started coming around more, almost every day—he and Jane were working on a project, something that required daily collaboration—and Darcy started including him in their morning coffee and lunch orders. They settled into a rhythm of jokes and teasing and light flirting, but nothing beyond what she'd seen him do with practically every woman who worked in the building.

He never called her ‘Short Stack’ again, a rebellious little part of her was happy to note.

Jane never said anything about it, though she did manage a couple of spectacular eyerolls at Darcy when Tony’s back was turned. Still, the three of them settled into a comfortable, if odd, routine.

Until the day that Pepper asked to take Darcy to lunch.

-:-

Wiping her hands on her skirt, Darcy rapped on the door frame that led into Tony’s lab. There wasn't a response, so she tiptoed her way through all the half-finished projects and random salvage that littered the workshop.

He was in the middle of a haphazard mess of parts, as usual, with music playing so loud in his headphones she could hear the guitar riffs from across the room.

Just as she was trying to figure out how to signal him without breaking anything, he noticed her. Jumping in his seat, he pulled the headphones out of his ear, swiped an oil-covered hand through his hair, and sent half the tools on the workbench tumbling to the floor.

Yeah, she'd been an idiot.

“Darcy! Darce. Um, what are you doing here?” He cringed at the accusation. “I mean, not that you aren't welcome. It's just—you just—throw me a bone here, would you?” His pleading tone finally coaxed her into action.

“I've been an idiot.” It was her turn to cringe—not the best lead-in to a love confession. Or a whatever this was confession.

“What?” His hands dropped from his hair at her words. There was a streak of gummy oil tracked through it, but she didn't even think he'd noticed. She really liked that about him.

“I've been an idiot, Tony. I’d—would you—?” She stopped, frustrated.

“Woah, easy there, girl.” He crossed the room in three strides to take her hands in his. The oil made them sticky, and their fingers clung together. “Whatever it is, we can fix it. Okay? No matter what it is. I've got you. You don't need to worry—”

Gripping his hands tightly, she rose to her tiptoes and pressed her mouth to his firmly. She lingered, allowing her lips to cling to his for a moment before falling back to earth.

“Tony, would you like to go on a date with me?”

For a moment, she thought she'd made a terrible mistake. His eyes stared straight into hers, his lips pressed into a thin white line.

Then, his mouth was on hers, his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth, his hands buried in her hair. He kissed her like a man dying of thirst, like he'd been dreaming of it for months.

In the end, it was only fitting that they'd both end up with oil in their hair.

[gangstasgirl]

New chapter of Let Me Go is up now. Here’s the ff.net link.

[chibiuseless]

Darcy/Tony = If they invented a way to actually have sex over the internet you and I could use that glorious technology for internet hugs. (You know, when I wasn’t using it for sex.)

Pairing: Darcy/Tony

Word Count: ~550

Prompt: #47 If they invented a way to actually have sex over the internet you and I could use that glorious technology for internet hugs. (You know, when I wasn’t using it for sex).

Warning: Implied smut, language?

A/N: Darcy/Tony is not a ship I would ever have written without a prompt. However, I didn’t want to not answer this, or not give it a go. My sincere apologies if this is utter trash because of that. I did my best.

✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽

When she asked Tony what would happen when she left for the Asgardian liaison duty and she needed him; a suit was decidedly not the answer Darcy expected from her brilliant partner. Several snarky Stark one-liners about the Bifrost, or Mjolner? Of course. A couple rejoinders about her not leaving at all? Par for the Stark Tower course. Hell, she even imagined a half-joke about phone sex.

But not this.

Not these two almost weightless suits. He tried to explain them to her, but after only a few minutes her eyes glazed over and she mumbled, “Dammit Tony, I’m a poli-sci major not an engineer.”

That made him laugh, and he dumbed the science down just a bit for her, “Essentially, Shortcake, they’re wifi-paired suits that allow one wearer to feel what the other wearer feels via external stimuli.”

“So, let me see if I get this… If you hug yourself, then I will feel like you’re hugging me as long as I’m also wearing a suit, and it’s calibrated properly? Or will I feel like I’m hugging you?” It was an important distinction, she’d thought.

“Well, it’s programed for both, Darce. You just have to set it up for each session, based on what you’re interested in.” He demonstrated for her, sliding a semi-transparent glove over her hand, then his own, and showed her how if he clenched his hand she could either feel as if she were clenching her own hand, or as if someone was holding hers instead. “Additionally, you know I didn’t spend a full month on this for just Internet Hugs. Optional casings for inanimate objects can be used to simulate intercourse.”

“Jesus Tony, you really put a lot of thought into this,” though honestly that wasn’t a surprise to Darcy anymore.  In the last couple years she’d gotten used to Tony’s ability to fully immerse himself in a project, thinking of nearly every possible angle. He was a genius afterall. Her genius.

“I put a lot of thought into it for you, Pint Size,” his eyes slid from hers to her lips, and back up. She was going to miss his kisses while she was gone.

“Okay, all thought processes aside. Have you tested it out for its full intended purpose, or just for business handshakes?” Darcy raised one eyebrow in concern. She had no intention of leaving for Asgard with a suit that would hypothetically let her get freaky with her lover. It had better do it’s damn job. “I think we should test drive this invention of yours.”

Nearly an hour later, a soft ‘woah’ was all Darcy could manage as her breath finally began to regulate; Tony’s slow caress of his own arm made the hair under her own suit raise in response, and she sighed contentedly.

“That was something else, Tin-Man.” Darcy peeled the suit from her flushed skin, and folded it up to place on the lab table next to her. “I just have one question for you.”

“Shoot, babe,” her lover’s eyes were still dark from his own release, as he eyed her.

“How’s this supposed to work in Asgard? There’s no wifi…”

[dragongoddess13]

To all the Darcylanders out there. There is now a Darcyland Group on facebook started by @darcylewitch. If you are on facebook, I know a lot of people like to avoid it, check it out.

tagging people who might be interested:

@frogsandcoffee @dresupi @iamkatebishop @meleedamage @typhoidmeri @usedkarma

I’m in a hurry so I know I forgot a ton of people. Please tag them if you think they’d be interested.

[verydarkestcorners]

Porny Prompts

Hey, lovelies! VDC here! I’ll be taking Darcyland prompts again this weekend. I’m posting the list here for inspiration, but if you’ve got another prompt you’re just dying to have written, send it my way! OT3+ welcome and encouraged, so don’t be shy! The dirtier, the kinkier, the better- and remember: You must be 18+ to prompt.

The Kinks:

ABO

Accent Kink

After An Injury

Against The Wall

Almost Getting Caught

Blindfolds

Bondage

Break Up/Make Up Sex

Breath Play

By The Fire

Calming The Others Anger (with sex)

Casual Sex

Chair Sex

CLUSTERFUCK aka Orgy. Giant. Fucking. Orgy

Comfort Sex

Creative Punishments

Creative Sexual Positions

Cross-Dressing

Cum Play

Daddy Kink

Desperate Sex

Dirty Talk

Discovering Boundaries

Dom/sub

Double Penetration

Drunk

Dry Humping/Frottage

Exhibitionism

Fight Sex

Filming Themselves

First Time

Fisting

Flirting

Food Play

Foreign Language Kink

Fully Clothed

Gags

Getting Caught (Masturbating)

Getting Caught (Sex)

Grudge Fucking

Gun Play

Hair Pulling

Humiliation Kink

I Love You

In A Really Dirty Place

In The Bath/Shower

In The Dark (With Or Without Torch)

In/By A Swimming Pool

Inappropriate Location

Incubi/Succubi

Kissing

Loud Sex/Knowing Someone Can Hear

Masturbation

Medical Play

Middle Of The Night Sex

Mirror

Morning Sex

Needy, Clingy Sex

No Foreplay

No Speaking

Not Usual Clothing/Dress Up

Office Sex

On The Sofa

Oral Sex

Outdoors

Pain/Sensation Play

Pet Play

Phone Sex

Piercings

Plugs

Power Kink

Priest Kink

Prostitution

Pushing Boundaries

Quickies

Really Rough Sex (Feral/Primal)

Restrained Sex

Rimming

Road Head

Role Play

Romantic Evening

Sex Game

Sex Machine

Sex Marathon

Sex On A Bus

Sex On A Train

Sex Toys

Silly, Giggly Sex

Size Kink

Skinny Dipping

Skype/Web Cam Sex

Smutty, Sloppy, Dirty Sex

Spanking

Spontaneous Sex

Surprise Sex

Teasing

Trying Something New

Voyeurism (Accidental)

Voyeurism (Intentional)

While One Of Them Is On The Phone

[ozhawkauthor]

Happy Birthday, shippercunt!

March 5 - "Apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living?" Darcy/Tony for @shippercunt

Darcy was in a shitty mood.

It was the one-month anniversary of her breakup with He Who Shall Not Be Named, her period had put in an early appearance just for funsies, she had a spectacular outbreak of spots on her forehead that would require her wearing a hat all day, and to cap it all off, there wasn’t a single item in her entire apartment that could remotely be described as junk food.

She debated calling and telling Jane that she felt too sick to work. Jane would actually totally not mind if Darcy took a personal day… but Jane had a major breakthrough yesterday and really needed help entering her data today. The guilt would eat Darcy alive if she just stayed in bed.

And hey, maybe she could just stop by the store on the way to work and buy a bar of chocolate larger than her head. The thought cheered her enough that she was out of bed, dressed and heading out the door in five minutes flat.

Of course, she had to go back to fetch a hat when she remembered the acne outbreak, but hey, it was a chilly morning anyway.

By the time she got to the lab, an entire carrier bag full of chocolate hooked over her wrist and a grande coffee takeout cup in each hand, she was feeling a little better about the day. She just wouldn’t think about He Who Shall Not Be Named and everything would be fine.

“Hey Jane, got your coffee,” she said cheerfully, pushing in through the lab doors, blinking as she saw that Jane wasn’t alone, she was talking to a man. There was a man. In their lab. And it wasn’t Thor.

“Thanks, sweetie,” Jane turned from her conversation, taking the cup from Darcy’s right hand.

“Yes, thanks, sweetie,” Tony Stark said, taking the one from her left hand while she still gaped at him. He took a sip and grimaced. “Ugh, what is that?”

“It’s a double shot soy milk caramel macchiato, and it’s mine,” Darcy took it back with a glare. “Get your own damn coffee. I’m sure you can afford it.”

Tony grinned, charmed by her sass. “Tony Stark. Nice to meet you.” He held out his hand.

“Tony, this is Darcy Lewis, my lab manager,” Jane said hurriedly as Darcy gave the hand a narrow-eyed glare. “I was telling you about her. Her salary and accommodation would be a necessary part of any funding package we might agree to with Stark Industries.”

“Of course,” Tony said amiably.

“How can you guarantee that?” Darcy said, feeling unreasonably attacked. He was far too handsome to be standing in their lab in the early morning, today of all days. “You gave away Stark Industries to your PA, didn’t you? And then you gave up being Iron Man and quit the Avengers, took up being Iron Man again, broke the Avengers up and gave up again. Apart from being sexy, what exactly do you do for a living these days?”

Tony’s eyes widened, and then he began to grin widely. “I like her,” he said to Jane. “When you put in the proposal, make sure you double whatever you’re currently paying her.”

“Triple,” came out of Darcy’s mouth before she even really thought about it.

“Plus an apartment in Stark Tower,” Tony added on, chuckling.

“Renamed your giant penis extension again, did you?”

Jane’s head was swivelling like a spectator at a tennis match as she watched the flirtatious banter between the two of them ramp up.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’ve never needed any help in that department.”

Darcy was starting to smile despite herself. Tony absolutely radiated charisma; the man could really turn on the charm when he wanted to. He was smiling at her too, and this time when he offered his hand, she took it.

“Nice to meet you, Darcy Lewis. I think this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.” He looked down at the bag still dangling from her wrist, raised his eyebrows as he caught a glimpse of the contents. “Especially if you’re willing to share some of that booty.”

“You can’t handle this booty, Tony Stark.” She snatched her hand back, removing the precious chocolate from his reach and heading over to her desk to stash it safely in her drawer.

“I’d sure as hell like to,” she heard Tony say, not at all under his breath, as she walked away, and found a grin spreading over her face.

Perhaps today wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

[dresupi]

Title: That Was Just The Tip? Pairing: Darcy/Tony

Okay, AU where Darcy’s working through college as a server at a restaurant.  Tony Stark is Tony Stark, and he ends up in her restaurant after losing his wallet.  Darcy foots the bill because she’s feeling sorry for him, and he promises he’ll pay her back. She never expects to see him again.

But she DOES see him again when she stomps into his office unannounced with three security guards in hot pursuit to return a check he wrote her in an amount that’s so large, it could cover her college debt, her tuition, her books, her rent, and still leave her a very wealthy woman.

She returns the check and will only accept the amount that his original meal cost, plus a 20% tip. She won’t accept more. He pays only the amount he’s owed, which physically pains him because he wants to do more.

She tells him she’s no one’s charity case and she doesn’t want to feel like she owes him.

“Fair enough. That’s admirable of you. And to be honest, I’m kind of happy you feel that way.”

Surprised, Darcy folds up the very modest check and tucks it into her pocket. “Oh really? Why is that?”

“Because. I’d like very much to take you out. In a non-professional capacity. And I’m told if I do so after giving you that big of a check, it could be considered nefarious. I’d like to keep this on the up and up.”

She doesn’t say yes then.  But she does say it eventually. ;)  It’d be a slow burn, with Tony constantly trying to stoke the flames until he doesn’t, and then Darcy taking over. :)

[fuckyeahdarcylewis]

Fate Is a Dirty Bitch

by Sheryl_Holmes

“Soulmarks are bullshit, and anyone who believes in them is smoking crack!”

Tony had no way of answering that, despite having had those words written under his pelvic bone for the past twenty-four years.

Or: the one where Darcy tempts fate.

Words: 3525, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Thor (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Tony Stark, Darcy Lewis, Bruce Banner, Jane Foster (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Jarvis (Iron Man movies)

Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Tony Stark, Darcy Lewis & Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Dirty Limericks, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Crack Treated Seriously, One Shot, First Meetings, Not So Cute Meet-Cute, Meet-Cute, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, no beta we die like men, Electrical Engineering, IronTaser - Freeform, IronShock - Freeform, The only pairing name I didn't use was TitaniumTaser because I think it sucks, Rated teen for language, Fate is a dirty bitch, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Darcy is a conspiracy theorist, Questioning the premise of soulmark fics, Sassy Jarvis

via AO3 works tagged 'Darcy Lewis/Tony Stark' https://ift.tt/2ORecf1

[ragwitch]

ROYALTY AU PLEASE!!!!

I feel like you’re all about to see the massive fairy tale/fantasy nerd that’s been hiding behind the curtain this whole time.

1. Remione (Remus/Hermione)

Of course the first one I thought of was Hermione & Remus because I am hardcore jonesing on this ship right now. Full on High Fantasy/Tamora Pierce’s Tortall kingdom levels for this royalty AU.

Hermione as the disinterested younger princess of the kingdom who would rather be cloistered in the library with her books and her quiet, older, war-retired tutor Remus Lupin than admit it’s time to look for a fiance to alliance with. Lupin teaches her history and policy and, on the sly, battle magic that the court wizards wish they knew. When Hermione’s old brother, destined to inherit the throne, goes missing she abandons balls for espionage while Remus tries to lure her home again. Or at least keep her safe. Or at least keep from falling in love with her.

2. Ironshock (Darcy/Tony)

Darcy is willing to do just about anything to make sure her alliance engagement to Tony Stark- permanent playboy prince (now king)- does not go as planned. She has her own neighboring kingdom to take care, even if it is small and comparatively insignificant. She had a budding scientific community making waves and she doesn’t need their reputation being clouded over by Stark’s kingdom’s flash and pomp.

If only Tony wasn’t being so genuinely likable at every function. And if only she hadn’t overheard the plot for a hostile takeover of his kingdom by his advisor Stane. But when she realizes the threat Stane poses to her own kingdom and people, an alliance marriage sounds like it’s exactly what she needs from Tony Stark.

3. Shieldshock (Steve/Darcy)

(What cracktastic absurdity have I wrought?)

The Rogers dynasty has lasted the kingdom centuries but when a curse renders the family unable to bear children, all available sons are put into freeze, being brought out one at a time to rule a lifetime in the hopes they might find the cure. Steven is the last son, sickly and frail, and with a desperate effort at solving the curse, his regeneration is an experimental procedure performed by royal scientist Tony Stark. And it almost works, Steven Rogers is now hale and hearty, but he’s just a sterile as his predecessors.

Pressured to form a marriage with a wealthy country that might help fund the search for answers to the curse, Steve instead finds himself spending as much time as he can in the company of one Darcy Lewis, science wrangler and coffee brewer. She might not have anything to offer the kingdom but Steve can’t help but feel like she’s the answer to the question of what kind of man he’d like to be.

There would be meddling spysassin godmothers, immortal tricksters to contend with, and a ball scene straight out of Cinderella, FOR SURE.

[unicornsshitrainbows81-blog]

Prompts

I have an unexpected month off from work. So, I'm gonna take a handfull of prompts to help bide the time (hopefully somebody out there wants to prompt me).

I'll take a total of 10, and write at least 500 words per prompt. Give me a word or phrase or song to inspire me. Please tell me if you want smut or not, if the mood hits me. I'll write from the following list of ships :

1. Wintershock

2. Shieldshock

3. Wintershieldshock

4. Quicktaser

5. Hammershock

6. Tasergazer

7. Darcy/Sam Winchester

8. Dean Winchester / Darcy

9. Clint/Darcy

10. Falconshock

11. Taseragent

12. Tasertricks

13. Ironshock

14. Widowshock

[marvelousbirthdays]

Happy Birthday, dizzykarma!

October 19 - “happy or romantic/sassy”, Tony/Darcy, for @dizzykarma

Tony and Darcy help Jane get to her anniversary celebration on time, and Tony decides that Darcy deserves a celebration of her own.

Rated G

By @catrinasl

"Hey, Foster," Tony said, as he stuck his head in the door of the lab at 8 pm. "You know it's 5 o'clock somewhere, right?" Spotting a nearby box of donut holes, he helped himself to one and continued: "In fact, it's 5 o'clock most places."

"Do you have a point, Tony?" Jane asked, not looking up from her work.

"Yeah," he replied. "It's quittin' time. I passed Thor downstairs; he looked all spiffed up. You guys got a hot date?"

Jane gasped dramatically, her notebook clattering suddenly to the floor. "Oh my god! We do! What time is it?!"

"Your clothes are all laid out,” Darcy assured her, grabbing the notebook before Jane could get to it. “Go upstairs and get in the shower and I'll text Steve to come do your hair."

"Okay, yeah! Thank you, Darcy!" Jane gave her a quick hug and dashed out of the lab, ignoring the obvious body language Tony was using to demonstrate his request for thanks.

Darcy sighed and gave Tony a tired smile. "Sometimes I think she doesn't hear me when I talk. I reminded her like eight times today that their anniversary was tonight."

"Well, I'm loud and obnoxious," Tony admitted modestly. "You done here?"

"Gimme a few minutes to clean up her stuff so it's easier to find when she comes back in tomorrow."

He shimmied up behind her and put his arms around her waist. "It's not that often we get the lab to ourselves," he said, and kissed her neck.

Darcy laughed. "You know the rules, Tony," she told him, even as she shook her hair out of the way to expose more of her neck to his kisses. "If we break them, next thing you know we'll have lab techs making out in here, and nobody wants to see that."

Tony heaved a sigh and gave her one last kiss on her shoulder before backing off. "Dinner?" he tossed over his shoulder as he headed for the door.

"Fine," Darcy agreed. "I'll be up after I text Steve."

 After making sure that both the lab and Jane were spotless (and reminding her to wear the red shoes, not the black ones), Darcy stepped into the elevator and rode upstairs to Tony's penthouse.

"Hey, did you order pizza or something?" she called, tossing her bag on the couch.

"Or something," Tony agreed from the other room.

Darcy made her way into the dining room only to stop short at the sight of dinner laid out on the table: pancakes, bacon, coffee and fresh fruit for two.

"Tony," she gasped. "Is this Izzy's?! From Puente Antiguo?"

He nodded. "I thought you deserved a little something today. It's sort of your anniversary too, even though it's not as romantic as Jane and Thor's. A commemoration of the day space aliens and S.H.I.E.L.D. crashed in and crazied everything up."

"It is romantic," she told him, going up on her tiptoes to kiss him. "All it needs now is some candles."

"You want candles? I've got candles."

"No," Darcy laughed, and tugged him toward the table. "Let's just eat."

"Happy... Crazy-life-aversary, Darcy," Tony told her.

She beamed at him. "I wouldn't have it any other way."