#justanothersculptor

[phoeona]

Careful || justanothersculptor

Dean didn’t even have a chance to ask the girl what she was yelling about before a pair of bright, yellow lights locked on him. Without thought, he slammed his body to the ground, right in between a set of tires. “Asshole,” he muttered once the car had passed over him. The driver hadn’t even slowed down. “Thanks for the warning,” he puffed, adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

Phoe gasped as the man she had tried to warn dropped to the ground, the car passing over him in the blink of an eye. Stepping out into the street she saw him move to get up. Turning towards the receding car, her middle finger already up to flip off the bastard, screaming. “ASSHOLE!” 

Lowering her arm she checked the street for more cars she stepped out, walking over to the fallen man and offering him her hand. “Are you okay? That. Was. Awesome!” 

[darcywho]

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When Darcy got the call from Pepper Potts she was more than a little surprised. Despite technically being her replacement, the brunette rarely ever spoke to her, if only for the reason that they were both busy and where Pepper was primarily concerned with running Stark Industries, Darcy was concerned with helping Tony run his life. Seeing that he had checked himself into rehab, Darcy's workload lightened considerably. That was the only reason why she was called by the redhead to do her a favor--at least that was how Darcy rationalized it. 

Art was not her thing. She could appreciate it as much as the next person, and she had even taken a semester of art history in college, but it was not her thing. So going to an art gallery to talk with someone about purchasing a piece was just a bit intimidating. 

Yet through sheer stubbornness--and the additional help from the redhead already having told the owner which pieces she had in mind--Darcy had arranged for the delivery of two out of three paintings, and was eyeing one for herself. The director or whatever he was had disappeared to make a few calls leaving Darcy on her own. 

Letting out a sigh, she tilted her head slightly and mumbled aloud, "I suddenly wish I paid more attention in that art class..."