An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Title: Making A Point
Category: Thor (2011/13), The Avengers (2012), Captain America, Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Chapter: 2/2 Completed!!!!
Character(s): Darcy Lewis/James “Bucky” Barnes, Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff, Vision
Genre(s): Romance, Porn with Plot
Rating: Explicit
Summary: She was sending the wrong message, dry humping had a way of saying ‘bend me over the desk’ and what she was aiming for was ‘bend me over the desk respectfully’.
A/N: So weeks ago I put out a prompt call and got a heap of great prompts, one being from fiora-miriel about Darcy embarrassing herself in front of Steve. Which, of course, gave me Darcy/Bucky feels. Right? Anyway, since she kindly said she was cool with Darcy/Bucky as well, that’s what this is. This got so freakin’ long. I have no idea what happened, but it’s done now so... erm, enjoy?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Title: Making A Point
Category: Thor (2011/13), The Avengers (2012), Captain America, Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Character(s): Darcy Lewis/James “Bucky” Barnes, Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff
Genre(s): Romance, Porn with Plot
Rating: Mature approaching Explicit in the final part
Summary: “Well, that’s a deal-breaker then, isn’t it?” Jane announced as she chewed on her thumbnail and fussed with something just outside of the dimensions of the Skype window.
“The beard?” Darcy asked.
Jane sighed and focussed on the camera. “The part where he might be a former Hydra assassin.”
A/N: So weeks ago I put out a prompt call and got a heap of great prompts, one being from fiora-miriel about Darcy embarrassing herself in front of Steve. Which, of course, gave me Darcy/Bucky feels. Right? Anyway, since she kindly said she was cool with Darcy/Bucky as well, that's what this is. Split into two parts with the next just being finished off now and to be posted in a day or two.
Prompt: "There are four ingredients, and none of them involve this many carrots," "but they were on sale" (Darcy x Steve maybe?)
I’m not sure how much this one will resonate. I grew up with a grandmother who never missed an opportunity to cut a corner and keep it thrifty in the kitchen, mostly because she’d grown up in the post-war era. So I figure a little of Steve’s humble origins and modest financial beginnings might still be lurking around. All recipes mentioned were Depression and war-time favourites. And almost all of them are awful. I know, my nan never gave up on cooking them.
A Penny Saved
“There are four ingredients, and none of them involve this many carrots,” Darcy threw her arms up in dismay as she eyed the precariously stacked mountain of juicing carrots.
“But they were on sale,” he defended and, while nobody but Bucky would ever believe her, the truth of it was: Captain American could be a damn whiney boyfriend when he wanted to be.
It wasn’t his fault, not really. He was a man with a personal economic policy still firmly entrenched in post-depression America. Steve Rogers could barely contain his gag reflex when he caught her paying more than three dollars for a cup of coffee (There’s only two types of coffee, Darcy: black or white). Christ, she had caught him trying to darn his socks just the previous week. The week before that he’d used the ends of a loaf of bread in a custard pudding jammed with raisins that he’d stolen out of the trail mix she took to work. In all fairness, it had been delicious. But she’d go to her grave decrying him as the worst sort of scrooge for making it.
She still couldn’t bear to think about his ‘nose to tail’ approach to meat. Steve and Bucky would gather every Thursday for Lamb’s Fry Night while she’d gasp her way through the apartment trying to light a battalion of Yankee Candles and flapping her pretty afghan throw out of the window to try and get the smell of roadkill out of it - all while the boys moaned their delight about the ‘damn fine meal’. Ack.
And while a man with a firm handle on his finances was sexy, watching him trying to grate carrots into her Bolognese sauce was decidedly not.
“I’m putting my foot down about the carrots,” Darcy announced to his broad back as he worked over the the cutting board, carrot and grater in hand.
“You put your foot down a lot in the kitchen,” Steve observed brightly as he continued with the carrot.
“Last time I caught you saving potato peels to make into a sandwich!”
“S’gonna fry them first,” he mumbled to the carrot in his hand.
Darcy let out a frustrated little growl and stepped up to wrap her arms around his waist. “I know everyone should watch their money,” Darcy said softly as she rested her forehead against his spine. “But are you that worried?”
Steve set down the grater and carrot stub and turned to prop his butt against the counter as he wrapped his around around Darcy’s shoulders. “Saving for something.”
“Rainy day?” Darcy asked.
“Wedding ring, actually.”
The dark grey of his sweatshirt blurred a little before her eyes and it took her a few moments to blink away her confusion before she looked up at him. “Huh?”
“If you want it, that is.”
“Honestly?” she said as she mentally resigned herself to a life of offal-scented Thursdays. “You could wrap a potato peel around my finger and I’d be happy.”
“Good to know.”
“I’m lying.” Darcy quickly amended. “I still want a ring.”
Darcy and Bucky dancing and Steve (or anyone really - your choice) walks in a sees them, and its really adorable maybe?
One… Two… Three
“Doll, that was my foot.”
“Suck it up. You’re a super soldier, you can take it.”
Steve, with his heightened hearing, was pretty sure he heard Bucky mutter something like ‘Not for much longer…’ as he stepped into the gym and spied Darcy and Bucky dancing.
Well, not entirely. Bucky was doing his best to move through a passable East Coast Swing, while Darcy - flushed, sweaty and with hair frizzing out of place - was stomping her way through what could have been the Nutbush. It was hard to tell. She looked less like the breathless, romanced, softened woman that Bucky had described the previous day when he’d outlined his plans - Gonna teach her to dance. Get her in my arms. Make her swoon - and a lot more like Tony after an eighteen hour bender in the lab.
Her sneakers had been kicked aside and she danced only in lime green socks, one already slipping loose from her left foot. Bucky reached for her hip, only to have his hand smacked away crankily as she resolutely plodded through the steps of the dance (or some semblance thereof).
“That was a nine count,” Bucky noted, not quite able to mask his frustration. “It’s a six count.”
“I’m doing a six count!”
“…five, six, seven, ei - you just it again. You can count can’t you? It’s slow, slow, quick, qui-”
Steve watched as Darcy pulled her hand back. Damn near looked like she was about to take a swing at Bucky. He sighed. Poor Bucky. Turned out that old-time moves didn’t always snare modern day women.
He didn’t waste any time in making himself known as he quickly jogged across the floor and caught Darcy’s hand on the back-swing. His long fingers slipping over her tight little fist as he drew her back and away from Bucky. “Better idea!” he announced affably as the irritated pair were separated. “Slow time waltz. Much more beginner friendly. It’s how I learned.”
Over Darcy’s head he caught Bucky’s eye and wondered if he too was remembering a sun-drenched afternoon spent bumbling around a small kitchenette as the radio stuttered out a slow and sunny tune and Bucky - the far better dancer - had dragged his slight, clumsy frame through the steps time and again. Bucky’s thin-pressed lips relaxed into a small and thankful smile.
Steve toed off his joggers and stooped to peel off his gym socks. Then he stood at his full height and settled his hands gently on Darcy’s shoulders. “You and me, Darce. We’re Bucky’s gal for the dance. Get up on my feet.”
Darcy turned her head to look at him, eyebrows snapped together as she chewed on her lip.
“C’mon,” he coaxed, “Back to my chest. Feet on top of mine.”
There was another brief moment of hesitation so Steve simply reached out and grabbed her hips, lifting her until she was settled against his front, the curve of her bottom brushing against his hard thighs, her shoulders back against his ribs and her soft green socks ending nearly an inch before his long toes. He kept his hands on her hips, steadying her as she shifted uneasily. “I’m heavy,” she apologized immediately, swaying a little on the uneven terrain of his feet. “I had a huge lunch and-”
“Darcy,” this from Bucky, “He was on the early news last week lifting a Quinjet. You’re good.” But just to help her feel stable, Bucky stepped up to her front and lifted her arms to his shoulders. Both men pressed their bodies in tight, keeping her balanced and in place as they joined hands on one side and Bucky slipped his hand over and around Steve’s ribs, bringing it up to rest over his shoulder blade. His fingers drummed there for just a moment as the three settled into their oddly comfortable places. She settled a little more firmly onto his feet, toes wriggling in her socks as he rested his chin on the top of her head and shared a crooked grin with Bucky at their joint fortune in having a heated, sweet bundle of woman pressed between them. Two breaths passed as the men caught a shared song in their heads. It cracked with static and warmth, played out in the joint imagining of sunlight and a greying linoleum floor… Bucky leaned in just moments before they started and -
“Wait!” Darcy cried and Steve paused, right foot lifted to step back as Bucky led. “What’s the timing for a waltz?”
“It’s a three count,” Bucky said, smile playing about his lips.
“Three?” Darcy gave a firm little nod. “Good number,” she announced as they began the dance.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Title: Kept
Chapter: 5. Toy
Category: Thor (movies), The Avengers (2012), Captain America (Movies), Iron Man (movies)
Character(s): Darcy Lewis/MCU, Darcy Lewis/Thor, Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis/Bruce Banner, Darcy Lewis/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis/Natasha Romanoff
Genre(s): Porn Without Plot. No, seriously, zero plot. Okay, maybe a little plot.
Rating: Explicit
Summary: The problem wasn’t what she was doing.
The problem was that she liked it.
Warnings: Dodgy sex things, prostitution, sex toys, maybe some feelings, mostly sex though, masturbation, breast fucking, voyeurism
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Title: No One Asked You To Dance
Chapter: 1. Opposite Ways
Category: Thor (movies), The Avengers (2012), Captain America (Movies),
Character(s): Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis/Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis/Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers
Genre(s): Porn Without Plot. Well, some plot. Angsty plot, though.
Rating: Explicit
Summary: "You dancing to my song, kid? What do you hear? Can’t seem to figure why I give a damn, why it matters. But, oh sweetheart... it does."
Warnings: Dodgy sex things, Dodgy emotional things, OT3!!!!
Hello everyone! I'm amazed at how steadily the follower count has climbed: 135 now for a blog that's been going just about a month. I come bearing the latest edition of the Wintershock Author Spotlight feature, and today's author is...
Becisvolatile: Tumblr, AO3.
I first first came across her fic "We'll Never Get Started." I wasn't immediately attracted to the idea of Darcy as a stripper, but was in such an OT3 mania then that I checked it out. It is glorious. It is, as I mentioned, Bucky/Darcy/Steve OT3, but the meat of the fic is the relationship between Bucky and Darcy as they're the ones who butt heads and must work out their issues. Also, it is HOT. "Return Fire" is about as opposite in tone as you can get from "We'll Never Get Started" with Darcy engaging Bucky in a Nerf war, which no doubt influenced me to write the shenanigans in "The Best Laid Plans." I also have a soft spot for "Classics" because it was based on a prompt I shamelessly submitted hoping it would be filled by her. So without further ado...
01. What about Wintershock as a pairing appeals to you?
Superficially? Two bangin’ hot characters…er, banging. Also the fact that this relationship has ‘Hell in a hand basket’ written all over it. I like the complication and angst that comes with a guy like Bucky, I like having Darcy - who is so frequently relegated to comic relief - being the one to step up to the plate and try to help him. Pre-deployment Bucky and Darcy seem to me like the sort of kids who would have gotten on well and I enjoy seeing glimpses of who Bucky was, might still be, getting drawn out by her. In a similar way I think the danger and emotional shitstorm surrounding a guy like Bucky draws some great qualities out of Darcy too - I just think they work well.
I’m quite partial to the odd spot of Steve/Darcy/Bucky, but I think that each pair in that trio (Steve/Bucky, Darcy/Steve, Darcy/Bucky) needs to be solid before they can really kick goals as a threesome.
But mostly I’m about the hot people doing the sex.
02. Do you have any specific Wintershock headcanons that you’ve written into your fics or seen on Tumblr/in someone else’s fic?
That’s a tough one and I wouldn’t say that they are Wintershock headcanons, more just character head canons. Like I feel Bucky digs gals with old-school silhouettes, that he’s sensitive about Darcy/people touching his arm. Specifically? I think his prosthetic arm responds differently to Darcy than to other people. I think Darcy is a little afraid of him, but it’s in her nature to be kind so she pushes that down until the time comes when she realises that he isn’t a threat to her.
03. I make a lot of soundtracks to play when I’m writing fic. Do you associate any particular song with Wintershock? If so, which one?
I can’t listen to music when I write, lyrics muddle up my head because I’m always inclined to sing along. That said, I do listen to music during my frequent breaks while I’m writing. I split my Bucky/Darcy music into two categories, basically the two genres I find myself writing for them: Angsty or ‘Gettin’ it on’. Sometimes they overlap but here are some examples of what you’d find on each:
Angsty/general feels:
Born Villain - Marilyn Manson
In the Clear - Foo Fighters
I Want Your Love - Adalita
It’s No Good - Depeche Mode
Break/Hands - Cameras
C’mon Man, You’re Dead - Sahara Beck
Strong Enough - Haim
Taste My Own Tears - Paloma Faith
Glycerine - Bush
Cosmic Love - Florence & The Machine
Best Mistake I’ve Ever Made - Joanna Wang
They Gave You A Heart, They Gave You A Name - Ladytron
Running Up That Hill - Placebo
Weak - Skunk Anansie
Pretty Noose - Soundgarden
Bad Romance - Thirty Seconds to Mars (cover)
Sexytimes:
Fool Around - Adalita
Like Me Meaner - Lanie Lane
Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps - Cake
Stop the World I Wanna Get Off With You - Arctic Monkeys
Made For It - Lanie Lane
Bittersweet Faith - Bitter:Sweet
Do I Wanna Know - CHVRCHES (cover)
What’s A Fella Gotta Do - Eels
Your Heart Is As Black As Night - Melody Gardot
Kinda I Want To - NIN
Get Lucky - San Cisco (cover)
04. Of the stories that you’ve written concerning them, which one is your favorite and why?
We’ll Never Get Started, which is technically OT3 but I feel like the Darcy/Bucky element is much stronger in that story. It was one of those stories that kind of wrote itself, it just started out as a cracky idea to fill a prompt (Stripper!Darcy) but as I wrote it played out naturally and I was really happy with it.
05. What Wintershock fic by someone else would you recommend to others to read? What about this fic appeals to you?
‘That Which You Seek’ by Wynn and all the parts that follow. It is perfect. One of those fics where I had to put my laptop aside mid-story and go make myself a restorative cup of tea because I needed to regroup. It is just so on the money, it’s intense and horrifying (in terms of depicting the damage those lost years had caused Bucky), it was sensitive and well paced regarding the romantic aspects of their relationship (and that slow build up just made it so much hotter). Also ‘and I wonder (if everything could ever feel this real forever)’ by sarcastic_fina is just boss.
Becisvolatile's Wintershock (and OT3) fics:
+ Classics
Bucky, unlike Steve, knows exactly what that bike does to the girls...
+ Nice Work if You Can Get It
Two obscenely attractive men wanted to pay her for sex and she was throwing a fit over it? Darcy’s principles covered telling women when their skirts were tucked into their panties, always paying her share of split bills and never settling for decaf, they got a little confused when it came to downloading media and being paid for sex that she kind of wanted to have anyway.
(OT3: Bucky x Darcy x Steve)
+ Return Fire
Darcy is waging a one-woman Nerf war... nobody is safe.
+ Wandering Hands
Darcy's caught in lockdown. She isn't alone.
(BroTP: Darcy & Bucky's arm)
+ We'll Never Get Started
Darcy Lewis wasn't the sort to die for six college credits any more than she was the sort to live in abject poverty to cover her student loans. So the stripping wasn't the worst thing she could do.
Getting involved with masked Avengers, however... not brilliant.
(OT3: Bucky x Darcy x Steve)
Becisvolatile's Wintershock Fic Recs:
+ and I wonder (if everything could ever feel this real forever) by sarcastic_fina
Steve tells him that Darcy's harmless. Bucky imagines, on paper, Darcy is harmless. HYDRA wouldn't give her a second glance. But he does. He can barely keep his eyes off her. He's not sure he wants to.
+ That Which You Seek by Wynn (me: astreetcarnamedwynn)
The man in the booth before Darcy stares down at his pancakes with suspicion.
A few days after Bucky discovers his true identity, Darcy encounters him in a diner 50 miles outside of D.C. having apparently transformed from a handsome long-dead war hero into a creepy, scruffy, pancake-hating serial killer. So of course she tries to help him.
