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Original Pranksters | Darcy & Tony

The stainless steel doors of the elevator slid open as they reached the ninety-second floor, Tony mindlessly tapping at his phone as he led a pair of deliverymen through the building. They carried a large crate marked ‘Special Delivery’ on the side, and after opening the door to the apartment on this floor he instructed them to leave it in the living room, noting that he would take care of the rest.

He and Darcy had been planning to do this for some time now, and while he recognised that this may not have been the best time to pull this prank, he had decided that Clint could use the laugh. And since Tony was always right, he couldn't foresee (or rather, refused to acknowledge) any repercussions that could arise from this.

And Tony was looking forward to spending some time with Darcy and getting to know her better anyway. Bruce had nothing but good things to say about her, and Tony already loved drinking and going out with her, so it seemed only natural that the pair of them should hang out more.

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but really, <3

<3 you too, bb.

[abowandarrowtype-blog]

[text] bribery at its finest. Tell me it's the good stuff, and I'm in. I'll even bake cupcakes.

[text] It's the good stuff. If you do make cupcakes, I like vanilla icing best :)

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[text] there's always too much coffee, but we only stock toaster snacks. What, you think I buy dresses for you?

[text] I'm always game for toaster snacks. Something tells me that if I answer this you'll get mad at me so I'm just going to offer half a bottle of tequila and a Golden Girls marathon next weekend.

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[text] it's break time. I've distracted Jane with poptarts and coffee.

[text] Remember, if there's ever too much food or coffee down there you know who to call, right? But really, are you buying a dress or something? 'Cause you'd look better in red.

[abowandarrowtype-blog]

[text] oh, just some research. Totally nothing important.

[text] I don't think they're keeping you busy enough down in that lab if this is the kinda thing you're researching.

[abowandarrowtype-blog]

Pick one, purple or hot pink.

Always purple. 

...Why?

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Moving In || Phil & Darcy

After meeting with Pepper, Phil was ready to see his new apartment. He was slightly worried about what he'd see, given Darcy's emails, but there was only one way to find out the damage. He double-checked the information Pepper had given him, wavering in front of the door. He felt as if he should knock, but that seemed wrong, considering this was supposed to be his apartment, even if Darcy was probably still inside. He hadn't gotten a reply to his last email, but he figured Darcy had probably at least seen it.

He shrugged a shoulder, reaching for the doorknob and opening the door to step inside. Looking around he realized that it was actually quite tasteful, something that he could live with, and much better than his old apartment had been. He'd never had time to really decorate, and as such it had always been bare-bones. Just what he needed to get by and nothing more. This was actually cozy-looking. He smiled slightly, sliding his computer bag onto the couch and wandering into the kitchen to look for Darcy.

She wasn't in there either, but it was tidy already and Phil didn't see too many animal utensils lying around, so he considered it good, heading into the back hallway toward the open door that he assumed was the bedroom. He entered quietly, smiling when he caught sight of Darcy, back turned to him. He cleared his throat before speaking, to announce his presence. "Miss Lewis, I like what you've done with the place."