Ohhhhh myyyy gooooooosh! #71! Raptor!verse? Darcy & Tony and Darcy is trying to bring one of the raptors home? Blue laid eggs and Darcy wants a baby raptor? Idk, anything with more Darcy and the raptors!
“Oh, no,” Tony started as he waved his hands, “no. No no. No.”
“Please,” Darcy drew out the word as she gave him full-fledged puppy dog eyes. “I want a pet.”
“You can get a dog. Or a cat. A snake? Llama? I don’t know! Just...something normal people get!” Tony was backing up with each animal he listed, trying to put space between him and Darcy.
Darcy, who was holding an egg.
A dinosaur egg.
Probably a raptor egg.
“Where did you even get that?!” he practically screeched.
Darcy smiled, seemingly proud of herself. “Blue gave it to me.”
He didn’t even want to think about how that was possible given that fact that, supposedly (!), all the animals on this godforsaken island were females. Unless the existing raptors went through what was left? And found an egg? Were they looking for eggs? Yeah, no. He wasn’t going to even begin to fathom that kind of intelligence.
And they gave Darcy one.
“Aw, come on, Tony,” Steve called from where he was feeding the animals in the petting zoo.
“Yeah, c’mon, Tony,” Bucky snickered. “She wants a pet.”
Tony scowled. “I hate you all.” Taking a breath, he looked back at the dark haired woman who was still holding a fucking raptor egg. “You cannot take that back with us. We don’t...I mean...There’s no way we can take care of it! We have no place to put it! Oh god, stop looking at me like that!”
She sighed, trying to sound as forlorn as possible. “Okay.”
Tony breathed a deep sigh of relief. “Oh, thank - ”
“But you have to tell Blue we can’t take it with us.”
Ooh, if you’re offering, maybe some Darcy-centric fluff? I love TaserHawk, TaserTorch, and Shieldshock, so take your pick. Just no smut; not really my thing. If you need a prompt, maybe football?
Okay, first - HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
And now for some fluffy fic after the cut!!
Darcy lay on the couch, tucked up against Clint’s side as they both dozed through a football game they had recorded. He’d been off on a mission, and she’d been too worried to watch, but neither of them had paid much attention throughout the last quarter. She shifted to a more alert state when Lucky jumped up and spread across her boyfriend’s chest, sighing in contentment once he finally settled. The extra weight helped Clint relax further, somehow becoming one with the couch without moving. And an idea that had been bubbling in the back of her mind became a stroke of genius.
“Hey, Clint?”
His breathing stayed even, but she saw the twitch of his eyes. He was totally awake, and since he had fallen asleep with his hearing aids in, he could totally hear her.
“Clint,” she said a little louder. His breathing became purposely slower, so she began poking him between calling his name. “Clint, Clint, Clint.”
“I’m trying to sleep,” he finally grumbled.
“Yes, I know, but I have an idea that needs to get done like yesterday.”
“If it’s waited this long, can’t it wait till tomorrow?”
“Nope.” She poked him again for good measure. “I’ve thought of it and I won’t be able to stop thinking about it until I make it happen.”
He grunted and rolled until Lucky was spread across both of them and she could no longer poke him.
“Ugh, Clint,” she whined.
He chuckled and finally opened his eyes. “Yeah?”
“I think Lucky should be a therapy dog.” At his blank expression, she repeated herself. “A therapy dog. You know, a dog you take around the hospital and go visit sick kids and patients who need a friend.”
He looked at the dog in question whose tongue lolling was out the side as he drooled on his shirt. “Seriously?”
“Yes, and it’d be awesome if you’d go with him.”
He met her gaze again, eyes wary. “Me? Or Hawkeye?”
“Either. Both.”
His brows came together and she wiggled until she could sit up and face him better. Lucky slid down into her spot between Clint and the couch, and with another sigh went back to sleep.
“I mean it. Lucky would be great because he’s so friendly and calm. And since he’s got the one eye, he’s dealt with disability himself and would be good for kids to relate to. Hawkeye is a member of the Avengers and totally insane for how much he’s able to do being only a human who has worked really, really hard to be awesome. And you’re just as awesome, having dealt with injuries and all of your childhood, so you could really be a good role model for the kidlets.”
Darcy ended her explanation and bit her lip, unable to hide her hope that he’d agree. But his next question caught her off guard.
“You think I’m as great as Hawkeye?” his voice was quiet, eyes a little wide.
Her breath caught as she realized he really wanted an answer, though the dope should already know what it was.
“Oh my gosh. YES!” She shifted over to take Lucky’s spot and lean more firmly across Clint without smooshing the dog. This was important, so she wanted to look more closely at his face and hoped her weight would settle him and help bring her point across. “I’m not denying that you’re a mess, but you’re loyal, honest, and put up with me. So yeah, I think Clint Barton is just as great as Hawkeye.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she said, reaching up to cup his face. “In fact, I’m kind of in love with him.”
His eyes were looking suspiciously watery, but he used his free hand to pull her face closer to his, his kiss saying everything he couldn’t with words.
kittywings01 replied to your post “I am like….90% sure I’m going camping this Friday. It depends a bit...”
Have fun! The Husband is taking Weeble (almost 5) on his first backpacking trip this weekend to an abandoned mining facility in the mountains. Cue hyperventilating about how this is a horror movie in the making...
Oh my god, taking a five year old backpacking, that must be like...an endurance trial all on its own. Not even that I’m assuming your kid is a troublemaker, just, a five-year-old can’t haul that much shit, so even granted the Weeble doesn’t take up much room, your husband’s still hauling for two, five-year-olds need a lot of stuff. On the other hand I suppose he’s probably not hauling it that far, how far can a five-year-old hike.
But I mean, power to him, give him a high five for me, I hope he is also packing high-calorie food. :D
kittywings01 replied to your photo “Dinner is certainly not a giant bag of kettle corn from the sweet corn...”
You look so pleased with yourself! I love it! :)
I am forever pleased with my ten dollar bag of fresh kettlecorn. It was still hot when they gave it to me. It’s the highlight of the festival every year. If I have to sit at my troupes booth in a shitty location, not being able to hear, I’m going to do it with the largest bag of popcorn possible.
kayquimi replied to your photo “Dinner is certainly not a giant bag of kettle corn from the sweet corn...”
My breakfast/lunch was a bag of cheddar-caramel popcorn so you'd be in good company. ;)
Oooooo chicago style, good choice
littleblueartist replied to your photo “Dinner is certainly not a giant bag of kettle corn from the sweet corn...”
YOU. STUNNING. HUMAN.
It’s the blue hair, isn’t it? The blue hair is fabulous and work doesn’t care at all!
For Friday Night Prompts: 🎶"Wise men say only fools rush in, but I can't help falling in love with you..."🎶 Dealer's Choice, but I'm thinking some Darcy/Clint or Darcy/Bucky with a side of heavy baggage and angst... :)
I forgot to post this before I went off for the weekend, but <3He's five sheets to the wind. Normally, there would be three sheets, but Clint's enough of both an overachiever and a fuck up, that he's moved himself up to five. Five whole sheets and he's about to get down to the business at hand.He's going to have to break up with Darcy.Clint has given this a lot of thought, and it's just the right thing to do. Darcy doesn't deserve this shit. This shit being him. She's too...she's just...so Darcy. So, he's gathered his fifth sheet and he's going to break up with her.At least he thought he was going to."No." Darcy says. To his face. Right in his face. Clint had said, "I think we should break out... I mean up." and Darcy just says no."I'm pretty sure breaking up is something that is unilateral. You can't say no to a breakup.""Tell me that again when you are sober," Darcy says patiently, "Because I don't think you really mean it."Clint slumps down in his chair, thinking hard, and he hates this. He had to work himself into the mess just to be able to let this wonderful woman go. Let her go before he ruins things or she realizes that he's not going to get any better than what he's got."I'm not a millionaire." he says."Ok." Darcy answers with a somewhat confused expression. It's cute. He can't do this to her."And I don't have superpowers.""I think you might have a sixth sense for cushy things to fall on." Darcy snorts, "What does any of that have to do with you thinking you might want to break up with me.""Because I ain't the kind of guy you should be with, alright? You deserve someone with like, an asshole's worth of money, or that's better than a regular human. Instead you've got a guy creeping up in years with a finite amount draws left in his quiver." Clint tries not to yell, but he doesn't really succeed. Maybe if he yells, Darcy will...she will want to go away.But Darcy doesn't go away. She blinks a few times before smiling, "Aww, you're in love with me, aren't you? That's what happened. We've been dating a few months and you woke up and went 'Shit, I love Darcy Lewis. This is terrible. I must save her from myself.' without really thinking too hard about it, huh?"That is, in fact, something he was thinking about just before he started getting his first sheet hoisted up to the wind. "Uhhhh....""Then you probably should know that about two weeks ago, Jane had to talk me out of me flying out to see you because 'this is getting way too serious way too fast,' and breaking up when I realized I totally fell in love with you like a crazy person." Darcy bobs her head as she speaks, and her voice just keeps getting faster and faster as she keeps going. "So, yeah, I'm pretty sure we are the both the crazy people here. We might just be made for each other."Clint gapes before breaking out in laughter. They really might be, "Ok, I'm full on sailing drunk right now, so why don't I just pass out in your bed and forget this ever happened?"
“As long as I can join you, that’s probably a good idea.”
dorkilybeautiful replied to your post“missbuster replied to your post“spaci1701 replied to your photo“A few...”
Am I the only one uncomfortable with the idea of you and a hatchet in the same sentence?
I’m usually pretty good with bladed objects! It’s been years since I cut myself with a kitchen knife, anyhow....
mxmachina replied to your post“interestinggin replied to your photo“My parents recently bought a...”
Sam, would almond milk be ok to use with this recipe?
(For reference it’s the corndog recipe)
It should be. I’m a little shaky on the chemistry, but I believe the milk is added just to give wetness to the batter, and milk is used because it’s more flavorful than water. We used skim milk, so the fat content isn’t the important part, which leads me to believe almond milk would be fine!
dorismith replied to your post“missbuster replied to your post“spaci1701 replied to your photo“A few...”
Didja get to the part of the article where it talked about the food truck court? With the mobile pizza kitchen? Named (honesttogod) Stony's?
I skipped it because the South Terminal flies basically no carriers, but now re-reading it I am DYING.
A “proper food truck court” with a ROTATING SELECTION OF TWO FOOD TRUCKS. You know what that means, that means there is ONE FOOD TRUCK. :D Which is there Monday, Thursday, Friday, or Sunday, according to their website. Oh god, it’s just sad. I mean, Austin has a really weird take on how food trucks should work in any case, but this is a whole new level of what the fuck.
Also, the outdoor dining area is like, some upscale Pottery Barn patio furniture on a concrete slab, surrounded by an eight-foot steel fence. Now I want to fly somewhere on Allegiant just so I can visit the south terminal.
Stony’s is pretty funny, though :D
kittywings01 replied to your post“missbuster replied to your post“spaci1701 replied to your photo“A few...”
Gah! How is there a Salt Lick at the airport? Isn't that the opposite of their tag line, "Way the heck out there but worth every mile!"? (It is, by the way. Both way the heck out there and also worth every mile.)
Well, I mean, ABIA is pretty far to go for barbecue, and getting through security and all. But I’m genuinely shocked the Salt Lick restaurants are worth going to, because the one at the airport is hideously misrepresenting the quality of their food if so. I’ve pretty much resolved never to eat at the Salt Lick at all based on my experiences in ABIA.
Ooh! We LOVE REI Garage Sales! Any other awesome finds? Also, compression stuff sack or storage, because the compression stuff sacks are AMAZING for camping/backpacking and conserving space!
Nah, I just got a regular stuff sack -- that’s what was available, and I’ve got an ultralight/thin sleeping bag (second hand) so it’s reasonably sized to begin with, fits a 10L sack.
There was a lot of cool stuff -- backpacks, bikes, tents, etc -- but I was looking for some pretty specific stuff, so I didn’t find as many deals as someone else might have. Still a fun experience. I got there pretty early so I was close to the front of the line, got the first pick of stuff :D
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chopped steak for burgers?
Yeah -- I bought a cheapo cut of beef for stroganoff and had a bit left over, so I ground it in my food processor and added it to half a pound of ground beef I had. It doesn’t much change the flavor or texture, it’s just a good way to use up a cut you don’t really feel like cooking.
