Thank Science || Darcy & Rhodey
Work. Sucked. Two words Darcy was sure she was going to get tatttooed right across her forehead. Not only because she had been working until she was nearly dead on her feet (because there was no way in hell she was letting Boss Lady stay up until 5 am unsupervised with a wormhole thingy), but becaus eon her one free day in for forever, she was called in to do some science thing. Not that Darcy knew what the science thing was. She didn’t do that. She wasn’t that kind of smart. Sure she could do some engineering stuff, but other than that the data on the sheets she uploaded were completely foreign.
But, despite her sour mood, she sat in anyways. Even though she was pretty sure she was pointless. She sat in the corner, on a desk, feet swinging back and forth as she bounced an eraser up and down.
“I should totally be at home. Watching the old scary movie marathon that’s on tonight. But noooope! Science comes first!” She said out loud, basially to nobody since Jane’s face was so far pressed into her work.
When the door to the lab opened, Darcy jumped up, totally relieved. For a moment, she was hoping it was Thor, or someone that could distract Jane and give Darcy a window to take off, but who she saw was so much better. Tony Stark stood there, but he wasn’t even what she was looking at. Nope. There in front of her very damn eyes was War machine. In the armor.
Dropping her eraser, her eyes blew wide. “Holy fucking shitballs! It’s War Machine.” She said, staring before she walked up, offering her hand. “Darcy Lewis. AKA your future wife. Aka biggest fan.” She said, totally passing up Stark without so much as a second glance.