A home for Axkerti's fanfictions from her many fandoms. Most will be double-posted between Tumblr and AO3, sometimes both.
Here you will find a lot of fanfiction for Marvel's Cinematic Universe. Much of it centers around the character Darcy Lewis from the movies Thor and Thor: The Dark World. On almost all occasions it will be a pairing fic. I ship Darcy with Loki, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Pietro Maximoff, and Johnny Storm.
My Ask box is always open, feel free to drop a pairing and prompt in it and I'll get a drabble out as quickly as I can for it.
Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed.
Hi again. I’m sure a lot of you thought I was never coming back. I’ve only been entirely silent on the posting front since May. This was me partially needing a break and general lack of enthusiasm for my projects, and a lot the realization that my fic Dum-e No, Dum-e Yes really wasn’t working.
First, though I’d like to thank everyone that continues to follow this blog even though I’m sporadic at best with my writing and posting. Your continued following means a lot to me and while I’m a few days late for thankful and grateful messages I want you to know that I wouldn’t still be writing and posting without you. I’d probably just leave it all on my hard drive to rot and pull it out occasionally for nostalgia. Thank you for reading and liking my works and if you leave comments on them on AO3 that means the world to me too. Thank you so much all of you.
Secondly, I’ve since deleted the posts for Dum-e No, Dum-e Yes here on Tumblr and pulled it down from AO3 until such a time I can figure out how to make it better and more consistent and Darcy less of a selfish brat as many readers pointed out that’s exactly how she was behaving. Sorry if you’ve been trying to get back to that fic and got errors.
Some good news I have been writing. In 2018 I started a fic called Three-Legged Race and haven’t updated it since January 2019. I’m hoping once 2020 starts that will change as I’ve put some serious time in on it this November as part of NaNoWriMo. It’s about 1/3 done and I’m hoping to at least hit 1/2 before NaNo closes. I’m not holding my breath though given midnight is fourteen hours away and I can’t devote all of them to writing. Either way, there is progress being made on the fic and I’m hoping that I’ll continue writing through December.
And Christmas is coming and winter while not my favorite season is one I consider particularly magical (it’s the snow and my families love for fires in the fireplace and drinking hot chocolate). So while I might not finish Three-Legged Race today I might eke out some time for winter one-shots. Now I just need the first snowfall to really complete the sense of magic and wonder.
Thank you for sticking it out with me and being supportive,
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
How a Giant Squid Ruined Darcy's Life (2286 words) by vindiya
Chapters: 1/2
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Thor (Movies), Iron Man (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes & Darcy Lewis & Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers
Characters: Darcy Lewis, Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Jane Foster (Marvel), Clint Barton
Additional Tags: This is crack, thank you Darcyland, Why Did I Write This?, Trope Bingo Round 12, Tentacle Porn, There is no actual smut here, i'm sorry for the hope, text misfires, Natasha Romanov Knows All, bonus material of everyone texting in the last chapter, i'm probably going to hell for using Chthulu like this, i spent way more time making the texts look pretty than I should have, only vaguely canon compliant, No Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Spoilers
Series: Part 5 of Trope Bingo Round 12
Summary:
A giant squid attacks New York, the Avengers naturally go to meet it. They get their asses kicked and in the post-squid battle regrouping strategy session stumble upon someone's aptly named porn stash.
So I realized that I missed the close and amnesty period for the first quarter of Fluff Bingo over on dreamwidth. Opps. So I have a card that is moot, but I’ll likely continue to poke at as time goes one. No worries there. But that realization got me looking into when trope bingo round 12 was closing and went oh man I have just under 54 days to try and get a bingo. I will take a single straight line for this. And well I was already eyeballing my “fighting for the remote” prompt on my marvelfluffbingo card anyway and there’s a fluff square that I can combine it with on my trope bingo card.
So here is a tiny snippet from that wip. It’s Wintershock, it’s a one-shot that can technically stand on its own, but is also going to technically be part of my Just Another Tuesday/Bodyguard Bucky verse. No overt references to the verse will be included, but do they have to be?
She doesn’t hear the approach of another person. When someone snatches the remote from her loose grip she screams and feels like an idiot at once when she spots Bucky Barnes, destroyer of her life, standing behind the couch. The way his eyes are wide, but his mouth is twitching as he tries to keep a smile from forming has a growl emanating from her throat. And then his lips do curve into a smirk and an eyebrow rises.
“Something the matter Darcy?” He asks lightly coming around the couch and settles at the opposite end flipping quickly through channels to settle on a baseball game. Mets. Not the Yankees which she’s mildly surprised by but doesn’t comment on it.
“You stole my remote,” she grumbles.
“You weren’t using it.”
“And you came to that conclusion how?”
And since I’ve got a decent chunk of the next chapter of Dum-e No, Dum-e Yes written already I’m going to share a peek into that as well just below the read more because it’s much longer.
She pushes the door open and pauses to kick her shoes off while Jane stalks by her and settles at the kitchen island beyond the entryway and the bathroom reserved for company. The door closes with a click and Darcy heads to the kitchen to find something to do with her hands that doesn’t involve slamming them against hard inanimate surfaces. She settles on filling the tea kettle with water and setting it on the stove to come to a boil.
She fetches mugs and teabags. Takes the cream from the fridge and the little pot of sugar from its spot by the coffee machine, she sets it all on the island between Jane and where she plans to sit. Then she settles on the stool and waits her head dropping in her waiting palm when the silence stretches between them as if Jane is waiting for her to get the conversation started.
“I’m sorry,” she relents.
Jane lets out a slow breath and nods, “For?”
“Really Janey you’re going to play it like that?” The mad has drained out of her but that doesn’t leave Darcy any less testy as Jane pushes at her buttons and already frayed nerves.
“I am because you let your ego get the better of you and Bucky had a point. You won’t know what’s happening had that drill been for real. You made a choice that put both of us in danger. The only person you should be pissed at is yourself.”
“I hate when you get all logical on me,” she grumbles.
“I hate when you think you know better than everyone else and the people who write the safety protocols. Protocols that are there because being Avengers Adjacent is not a safe place to be and they’re trying to make as little of a threat as they can.” Straight to the point nonsense free.
Darcy heaves in a slow breath and taps her fingers on the marble counter of the island. Her friend has a point. It’s the same point Captain Rogers has been trying to get into her head for years now. Funny how it took a security drill, a little misinformation, and his best friend to get it through her head in a way that actually hit home. Too close to home and too easily at that. But on a good day, any one of them that was Avengers Adjacent was in low-level danger. They weren’t always going to be holed up in the tower snug as a bug in a rug. They had to go outside and deal with people and do work.
“I don’t know better. I just,” she trails off trying to puzzle out what she was trying to say because to finish with she didn’t care was stupid. It betrayed everything Tony tried to do to keep her safe. It betrayed Jane’s trust in her. She frowns and shakes her head instead of ever finishing it. The way Jane was looking at her smug but also disappointed said enough.
“I figured,” Jane says grimly her hands fisting the fabric of her pants as she looks away from Darcy to keep her from seeing the worst of it. They’ve been together a long time, but in some ways, Darcy still had growing up to do. Which isn’t surprising when Tony’s near perpetual manchild status is taken into account.
RULES: List the first lines of the last ten stories you published. Look to see if there are any patterns that you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any! Then tag some friends.
1. Bucky knows in his gut he should prepare for trouble as soon as he catches sight of the smirk plastered to Darcy’s face. (from Dum-e No, Dum-e Yes, Wintershock)
2. In theory, Darcy knows better. (from Just Another Tuesday, Wintershock)
3. “You’re late,” His voice is rough with an accent she can’t place, his consonants clipped and the tiniest lilt that Darcy would die before admitting she finds adorable as hell. (from Wherever You Will Go, Quicktaser)
4. When Darcy thinks snowed in, she pictures crackling fireplaces, fuzzy socks, copious amounts of hot chocolate, and roasting marshmallows over said crackling fire. (from Where’s the Fire?, Shieldshock)
5. As first kisses go, this wasn't bad. (from First Kiss, Shieldshock)
6. “Please tell me you’re joking?” Darcy bursts when Jane finishes. (from Tell Me You’re Joking, Tasertricks)
7. “So what if she’s dead?” Dio asks and she can’t help it. (from Silence in the Field, a Zero Escape fic)
8. He screwed up. Bucky doesn’t remember screwing up this bad before the war. (from One More Chance Buster, Wintershock)
9. “Come on dude it’s our turn,” The brunette grabs his arm. (from Three-Legged Race, Wintershock)
10. Darcy remembers coming to the bookstore since she was a little kid. It was one of those places her mom took her to satisfy her voracious appetite for the printed word. (from Odin & Sons Bookstore, Tasertricks)
First pattern is I really have a preference for Wintershock fanfic. I’m about 50/50 on starting with dialogue or exposition. I’m equally about 50/50 on working from the female protags POV or the male protags POV. Idk did I miss anything?
Tag Game: Post the last sentence you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.
@thesaltyduchess Thank you for tagging me!
I’ve been writing for The Accidental Nanny
My last line I wrote:
What kind of guy went into the professional child care industry?
I’m also doing a re-write of an old multi-chapter. Here is the last line I changed:
All she could see, was Tony’s battered body when they had brought him home from Siberia, and hear the yells that had haunted the Tower for months from nightmares he’d had of the altercation.
So I woke up this morning and started writing something for that stupid dream snippet I posted about yesterday… it may never be finished and people may never see more than this but whatever :-)
She’d heard the rumours - everyone had! An army of monsters and men so fierce they were nigh unstoppable, but here they were - monsters, yes; unstoppable? No.
tagging (but only if you want to!) @dresupi @grimeysociety @aenariasbookshelf @higgsboshark @yespumpkindoodlesthings @holdmecloseandfast @ragwitch @chrissihr @livvy1800 @noquirkyurl @zephrbabe @hkthauer @windyleaf @freudensteins-monster @emsondraeling and anyone else who sees this! (Some days I can’t remember who writes and who doesn’t!)
Thanks for the tag @ibelieveinturtles! I’ve been revising a partially written WinterHawk (Bucky/Clint) fic that hopefully I’ll finish soon.
(Clint, talking to Natasha)
Fuck it, this wasn’t even the most embarrassing part of the story. “Tall, Dark, and Deadly. TDD, get it? We didn’t exactly have time to exchange names and phone numbers, you know.”
I’m not tagging anyone, but I’d love it if some of y'all picked up this ball and ran with it!
Saw @livvy1800 post this while I was mobile and I’m just going through my likes for things I wanted to do or respond to or look more at now, so here goes the last sentence I wrote in Wintershock fic I started last week.
How much of that was Steve’s doing; Bucky didn’t want to know. He was grateful his best friend still had his back even now.
Because I don’t know nearly enough people on here that write anymore I’m not tagging anyone, but if you want to keep it going that’d be cool.
I have 3 WIPs send help what am I getting into here?
Hijinks I’ve planned so far for this series:
Inappropriate uses of Dum-e and his fire extinguisher
Hide and Seek in IKEA
Trapped in a safe room
Revenge plotting because Nat messed with Darcy’s code
Send me hijinks that Bucky and Darcy can get up to while she actively rebels against his being her bodygaurd and Bucky just tries to keep her alive. (And they try not to flirt too much or you know have feelings for each other.) My asks are open.
Curious as to what kicked all this off?
Read Part 1 of Just Another Tuesday here.
When you talk about fanfic with your sister and suddenly have figured out the plot point that was keeping you from finishing that oneshot you started like a week ago.
I say musings but really I’m just dropping a snippet from another fic on you all. Enjoy some Wintershock interaction. It’s just where my brain is at lately and I love this exchange so much that I’m debating fleshing the event referenced out into an actual vignette/oneshot.
“How do you feel about ending your trial period early?” Tony asks raising his cup of coffee to his lips to take a sip and that’s the end of the conversation as Darcy nearly goes full Hulk Smash (sorry Bruce she really is) at the penthouse kitchen table.
“Excuse you!” her coffee sloshing over the rim of her cup as she sets it down so hard it rattles the silverware.
“Come on doll it sounds like a good idea.” And the wide arrogant grin Barnes flashes her makes her go rigid.
“No Buckster, it doesn’t sound like a good idea. In the last month, you’ve kept me practically tower-bound. If this is reverse trolling, you’re doing it badly.”
“What you mean like how you had Dum-E follow me with a fire extinguisher and set it off any time I said ‘I’m fine’.”
“Or grunted,” she adds helpfully glad Dum-E is in the labs and can’t run the program right now. She still hadn’t gotten around to removing the spray with fire extinguisher routine out of his system despite giving him a new directive not to follow Bucky all over the tower. That had been an excellent week though. Tight up until Steve came around begging her to stop because his apartment was covered in fire suppressing foam and uninhabitable until it was cleaned up.
“Hold on, you died.” “Yeah, well it didn’t stick.” - Wintershock | She’s my best friend. That hasn’t changed.” “It’s clear your feelings for her have.” - Shieldshock
I know it took a while but here are the fills for your prompts.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
As a Stark and as Jane's best friend/assistant, Darcy should know better than to ignore any threat level above blue.
Then again she's a Stark and being impulsively hot-headed runs in the family.
Words: 5,759, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic depicitions of violence sort of.
Categories: F/M
Characters: Darcy Lewis, James “Bucky” Barnes, Tony Stark, JARVIS
Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Darcy Lewis, Tony Stark & Darcy Lewis, Darcy Lewis & JARVIS
Additional Tags: BAMF Darcy Lewis, not your damsel in distress, Darcy Lewis is Tony Stark's Daughter,Tumblr Prompt, Attempted Kidnapping, Just Another Tuesday, Steve Rogers is a spoil sport, Darcy just wants a bowl of soup you jerks, Flirting, Adrenaline rushes, adrenaline crashes, panic attacks of the mild variety, well-trained Darcy Lewis, i'd like my taser please, only vaguely canon compliant, Slow Burn, Trope Bingo Fill, Locked In
Welcome to WIP Wednesday where I post a snippet from at least one of my works in progress. Tonight I have for you a quick bit from a Shieldshock fic I’m working on. This is actually just the opening scene featuring Steve’s POV, some healthy sparring, and a conversation with Nick Fury. Standard stuff.
Untitled Shieldshock
“Cap they need you in the conference room.” The agent called after hovering in the gym door while Steve traded blows with Rumlow all while pretending he wasn’t aware the spectator was there.
Spectators were normal. Ever since SHIELD pulled him from the ice and the Battle for New York two years ago, spectators were a regular occurrence. People watched because they couldn’t believe what they were seeing. They stared because there was no way his abilities were the result of scientific advancement. The gawking was an odd change from the war. The whispers not so much, though he thinks they’ve gotten less careful about where they whisper in the twenty-first century than they were when he went into the ice.
He rolls out of the way of another of Rumlow’s blows and then dark-haired agent lowers his fists, his feet still shoulder width apart but otherwise no longer threatening Steve with potential bodily harm. Instead, Rumlow holds out his right hand to shake with a grin on his face.
“Next time you won’t be able to roll out of the way Cap.”
“We’ll see,” he offers in return shaking his opponents’ hand and leaving the ring. Swiping a towel as he leaves the gym, he follows the nameless agent up to the conference room.
The silence in the elevator is oppressing. The man he realizes is young. Younger than most of the agents that Fury employs, or younger than the agents Fury lets him work with. It’s an odd sensation to realize that just like anywhere else young men go to war only this war didn’t happen in obvious battlefields with news coverage. This was a private war against enemies that most civilians didn’t know existed. After nearly two years commanding the strike team, Steve wonders if it was all just a ploy to keep him in a role, he was comfortable with as he adjusted. Not that he could get mad about it, doing so was a smart move from a strategic standpoint.
The agent escorts Steve as far as the door but within its only Fury and one long empty table.
“Thank you, agent. That will be all,” Fury dismisses the agent and turns his attention to Steve.
“I’m guessing this job is a little more lowkey if you aren’t having the whole strike team briefed.”
Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Pietro Maximoff, Darcy Lewis & Wanda Maximoff
Rating: Teen.
Warnings: Teenagers being cute and cuddling and Pietro kisses her hand.
Word Count: 2,420 words.
Square Filled: Childhood Sweethearts
Summary: When Darcy was fifteen she finally met her soulmate through a Recognition Dream. At twenty-five, they're supposed to meet. She shows. He doesn't. His sister comes instead to tell her why.
Author’s Note: @marvelfluffbingo I've had this idea floating in my head for a while. It starts largely fluffy and ends fairly fluffy, there’s just some angst in the middle sorry. There’s heavy grief and the beginnings of a friendship with Darcy and Wanda. I just needed to get this idea of Darcy and Pietro being ill-fated soulmates out of my head before it consumed me and I’ll still probably end up with more than these 2400 words at some point. If I ever work out the how of what my next thought for this was.
Fills my cuddle square on my Fluff Bingo Q1 card.
Fills my Soulmates square on my Trope Bingo card.
Marvel Fluff Bingo Masterlist
Read on AO3
“You’re late,” His voice is rough with an accent she can’t place, his consonants clipped and the tiniest lilt that Darcy would die before admitting she finds adorable as hell.
She knows what this moment is supposed to be and still she can’t bring herself to turn and face him. Him. Can’t be anyone but him, the voice is too deep even with the cracking common to puberty. She’s wondered what the Recognition would be like. Her mother spoke of her Recognition fondly, a hopeful and wonderful sequence where she and Darcy’s father spent hours talking and planning when and where to meet. The downside to Recognitions is that sometimes the pair entirely forgets them and end up relying on more mundane means to find each other or half forgets, and that fateful day of the meeting isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
Chewing her lip Darcy turns around slowly, using the time to first glance over her shoulder at the boy and then finishing in a quick whirl because who is she kidding she can’t wait. Darcy throws herself at him and watches a wide cocky grin spread across his young angular face. His hands are gentle as they catch her just under the arms like he’s used to doing that with someone else.
“My sister would love you,” He murmurs pulling her close to bury his nose in her hair. Sense memories help with recall. Help the pairs remember everything that happens during the dream.
“You have a sister?” She questions inhaling the light scent of soap and note of spice that tickles her nose. He’s perfect she decides, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and quietly determined to never let go. He’s so tall she realizes then, taller than her, with her head just reaching his shoulders and god he’s only going to get taller, they’re only fifteen.
“Wanda, she’s my twin and my best friend.” He says the last part a little cautiously. Like she could ever think his sister was anything but one of the most important things in his life. Like he’s scared she might be jealous, Darcy realizes, that a girl occupies the space of best friend. It makes her heartache as she separates herself from him gently. Her hands sliding from his neck and down his arms to twine their fingers together.
“I can’t wait to meet her. What’s your name?”
“Pietro Maximoff. What’s yours?” He asks with a tilt of his head waiting blue eyes brilliant in his quiet anticipation.
“Darcy Lewis.”
He pulls a hand free and rubs the back of his neck laughing slightly, “American?” He phrases it as a question, but she can tell he doesn’t really mean it to be, though Darcy nods anyway.
“Wanda’s going to be so pleased.”
“Why?” Darcy can’t help but question even as their surrounds shift from a muted gray everything to a room.
It’s bare bones with well-worn wood floors and muted green walls. The windows aren’t huge but they’re big enough to let the late afternoon light in and it turns the green into emerald and the wood looks gold in its light. There’s a sagging floral sofa with a low table set before it and Pietro leads her to it, tugging her down next to him before angling his body toward her. His knee brushing hers and Darcy wonders how much of that was intentional.
“She said you’d be American. Has continued to say as much since we were six years old.” He explains carefully, he doesn’t look around Darcy realizes. His focus firmly on her as if he doesn’t want to see what the world around them has become.
“Is this your home?” She asks drawing his attention to the golden light and emerald walls. The room is homey and warm, and she leans into his side to see if the warmth is him or the place. She can’t tell the difference and decides it’s probably him.
“Once.” He says so quietly she wonders if she misheard.
“Once?”
“The building was destroyed when I was ten, my sister and I…” he trails off and shakes his head. When he looks at Darcy again his smile isn’t genuine, and he can’t hide that there is a pain associated with the memory of this place. It takes a little effort to push his visuals away and the apartment becomes her parents living room. The green rippling to light purple walls surrounding a large bay window that looks out onto a quiet street. The moon is high and glowing white turning the room a soft blue in its silver light.
“I’m sorry for asking Pietro.” She murmurs wrapping her arms around his waist in a tight hug.
“It’s okay. You did not know. Do you have any siblings Darcy?”
“No. Mom wanted another child, but she couldn’t. It’s just me and my dog.”
“Then it is good that you’ll get to meet Wanda at some point.”
“I’ve always wanted a sister,” she admits with a laugh.
“You may regret saying so once she knows that.” He teases leaning back into the couch cushions of her mother’s normally too hard couch, but here in the dream it could be anything she wanted and tonight it was the perfect combination of soft and squishy to accommodate them.
Tucking her legs up under her Darcy lets her head rest on Pietro’s chest. She doesn’t know what else to say to him. She’s spent so much time looking forward to this moment that now that’s it here all her bright ideas about meeting up are forgotten. His arm drapes easily over her shoulder and she burrows closer content.
“When I finally meet you, Darcy, it will be with a bouquet for every day we spent apart.” He says after a while, the silence was broken with a promise she doesn’t know what to say to except that it makes her feel incredibly happy.
“That’s going to a very big bouquet, you sure you’ll have enough space for it?”
“I’ll find a way, for you.” He sounds so sure that he can that Darcy believes him without question. Why should she question it, it’s a promise between soulmates? People don’t break those because of the potential damage it can do to your bond down the line.
“You believe me?” He asks when she doesn’t immediately question him.
“Of course, I do,” she whispers sitting up to look at his face and smiles at the surprise she finds there. Pietro returns the smile and raises their joined hands to his lips and presses a kiss to her knuckles.
“Good.”
“When do you want to try and meet me?” She asks softly.
“My twenty-fifth birthday in a place you’ve always wanted to go.”
“The Smithsonian American History Museum at noon on your twenty-fifth birthday. Which is when?”
“May second, ten years from now.”
“May second in ten years. I think I can make that work.” Darcy teases.
“Good,” Pietro agrees pulling her back into his chest and she settles there easily. One day this would be real, and she was counting down the days already. When she woke up, she’d be hunting up the date in her cell phone to add the appointment, so she never forgot. Not that she believed she would, but it didn’t hurt to have it there for posterity when she was getting sad or lonely.
Once more they lapse into silence, the main goal of the Recognition dream handled. She could try and fill the silence with chatter, but for the first time in her life, Darcy doesn’t feel like her endless babble is necessary. She’s content as his hand rubs up and down her arm in a soothing gesture that feels too natural for him to have never done it before. He most likely did so for his sister Wanda, when something happened, and she needed comfort. She lets the contact soothe her back to sleep.
When Darcy wakes again, she’s in her bedroom and the sun is shining. She can’t stop smiling and eagerly spills to her mother about her own Recognition dream over breakfast. Her mother is understandably both happy for her daughter and concerned. Her daughter’s soulmate is a foreigner and yet he was the picture-perfect gentleman in the Recognition. That counted for something.
Darcy adds their first date to her calendar, every calendar as the years pass. She dates of course because saving yourself for your soul mate tends to go over very poorly unless they live in the area. It never lasts long. A couple dates just long enough for the boy to realizes that they won’t be sharing a Recognition ever and sometimes ending as soon as the boy does have their Recognition dream as well.
The six years are slow and when Pietro’s birthday finally arrives, she’s waiting at the entrance to the American History Museum at the Smithsonian at ten minutes to noon hoping to catch a glimpse of him before he finds her. She’s wearing her best dress and it’s warm in Washington D.C. The weather choosing to be beautiful after weeks of rain that made her nervous that the rising flood waters would cancel their meeting.
Only Pietro never shows. She waits for him and at twelve-thirty Darcy resolves that he forgot. Their Recognition dream lost to his subconscious when he woke up six years ago. It hurts but she’ll find a way to find him. They were both so excited that night she can’t imagine he would stand her up for any other reason.
“Excuse me are you Darcy Lewis?” a soft accented voice asks as fingers tap her lightly on the shoulder.
The accent she remembers, but the voice is too feminine to be Pietro. She turns anyway curious. The young woman is slight holding a bouquet of flowers her brown eyes sad and her long red hair hangs around her shoulders. Tilting her head Darcy nods to the girl. “I am.”
“These are for you. Pietro told me he promised you a bouquet of flowers for every day you are a part, but then the bouquet would never be finished.” The girl offers the small bouquet. It’s made of lilies, pink orchids, white carnations, and single crimson rose at the center. “He loved you very much even though he only had the dream to hold on to.” She explained choosing her words carefully.
One look at the strained look and watery eyes and Darcy knows what the girl is trying to tell her with the bouquet of flowers and her appearance.
“Are you Wanda?”
The woman nods and Darcy tug the slight young woman in for a tight hug. His sister was in enough pain, she wouldn’t burden Wanda with her broken heart. Not when they just met. That was a discussion to have with Jane when she was alone again.
Sniffling with unshed tears Wanda pulls away, “He spoke of his desire to meet you a lot. Of his plan to shower you in flowers. That when he met you for the first time he felt still and whole instead of his need to be moving.”
“First words out of his mouth when I told him my name was that you were going to be so pleased that I was American.”
“I was, I never let him forget that I was right about that.”
“As all good sisters never should.” Darcy squeezes Wanda’s arm in an offer of comfort, “Do you want to get lunch with me? I never had a sister and I was looking forward to finally having one.”
“Of course, there’s a café not far that I like if that is okay with you.”
“Sounds perfect. I haven’t been to D.C. before.”
Together the girls walk down the street talking quietly of the weather. Of their plans as they moved forward. Darcy told Wanda about her work with Jane Foster and how she helped the astrophysicist with her research into building an Einstein Rosen Bridge. That she was on a much-deserved vacation after spending the better part of the last six months on a lecture tour with the good doctor for her work on the Convergence and help in preventing an alien invasion in Greenwich, England.
Wanda for her part tells Darcy the story of how Pietro died saving two people from a mad artificial intelligence in Sokovia. That he was brave and that it was his dying wish that Wanda came to meet Darcy on their birthday so Darcy would know he hadn’t forgotten about their promise. Despite Darcy’s promise to herself not to burden Wanda with her own pain, the two end up trying not to cry as they share a meal.
“Would it be alright if we kept in contact?” Darcy asks as their server whisks away the last of their half-eaten plates.
“Yes of course,” Wanda nods and slides a business card across the table, “You can always reach me through that email address. Sometimes I won’t answer right away but I will write back when I can.”
“I understand. Jane keeps me busy helping her around the lab. But it doesn’t feel right to meet you and then never talk to you again.” Darcy pockets the card and when the server returns with the check pays without a thought. Not because she doubted Wanda could afford to, but she had invited the woman to join her and they were almost family in a strange way.
“Next time I am getting the bill.”
“Next time.” Darcy agrees with a small laugh.
“He would have loved meeting you. So much I do not think he would have been able to leave you at just lunch and a walk through the museum.” Wanda murmurs after a moment, her brown eyes wet again and then she shakes her head.
“I will talk to you soon Darcy.” It’s a stilted goodbye. One that leaves Darcy puzzled as Wanda gathers her purse and gets up to leave. Getting up Darcy pulls the redhead to her in another hug.
“I’m always here if you need to talk. It doesn’t have to be about what happened to Pietro. Anything you want to talk about I’m here. We’re sisters, okay?”
There’s a moment where nothing happens and then she feels Wanda nod her head and pull away.
“Thank you, Darcy,” she murmurs and leaves the café.
Darcy watches and takes her seat again to wait for the server to return with her credit card and receipt.
ShieldShock Image Set from @shieldshockfanfic
inspired by
ShieldShock Fanfiction - Where’s the Fire?
written by vindiya at Ao3
Summary: Darcy is driving Captain America back to the Compound after an interview when her car blows a tire in the middle of one of the worst snowstorms New York has seen in a decade. It’s cold, they’re stuck, and there’s no cell reception so what are they going to do until someone fishes them out to keep warm?
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