#para:darcy

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@dcarhcarts | con’t from (x)

When he tried to take a step away, his cousin’s arm snapped out like a vise, keeping Mr. Darcy firmly put. Why Fitzwilliam was so invested in keeping his cousin out in this general crowd, Darcy didn’t know; what he did know was that the idea of having to make small talk with any of these strangers was no less excruciating-sounding, for all of Colonel Fitzwilliam’s too-cheerful reassurances. If he knew his cousin at all -- and Darcy did -- he would say that the soldier was finding it endlessly amusing watching him mentally squirm.

“Their knowing me doesn’t matter if I do not know them,” Darcy responded tersely, casting a thin glance at the clamor of people in the room. Colonel Fitzwilliam may say that it was easy, and to be sure, it was -- for him. Darcy never knew how he could simply exude friendliness with strangers. His cousin made friends wherever he went.

Darcy, on the other hand, mentally made a vain wish that he would be able to spend the rest of the evening in peace. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes as his cousin slapped his arm and instead gave him a look as his cousin pushed his luck. His dancing was even more unlikely than his being able to find an engaging conversation with a stranger.

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In a Night of Formality ~ Lady Bug & MacHaggis

Strolling back to his table with a drink in each hand, Fitz slid into his seat beside Darcy and flashed her another quick smile. He had grabbed himself a Coke and whatever it was Darcy asked for, setting it on the table before her. “God, still can’ believe ‘ow lovely ya look. Seriously, Lady Bug. Stunnin’. So I guess I’ll work security tanigh’. Make sure no one oversteps tha bounds with ya... I got an ICER in ma waistban’, y’know.” 

He grinned at her, bumping her shoulder with his. Leo had never felt more lucky to have Darcy as his friend, And based on the looks she was already starting to receive, Leo was thanking his foresight for the gun. He would have to put a lot of fellas out of the misery when she shot them down. 

“So I guess in honor o’ this formal nigh’, I’ll have ta call ya something else- somethin’ beyond Lady Bug.” He rubbed at his jaw, thinking over the options before snapping his fingers. “I got this! Tonight, you’re Mad’m Lady Bug. I shall be Sir Machaggis. Boom.” He clapped his hands together, winking towards his friend. He enjoyed teasing her too much to be serious. 

[leofitz-engineer-blog]

Operation B-Day // Darcy, Grant, & Fitz

It had taken more than two weeks of strict planning, and lots of arguing on both sides of the table. Fitz wanted a movie night with childish entertainment to make up for what Ward wouldn’t have gotten as a child. Darcy wanted alcohol and guns and a crazy fun time. He had no idea what her reason was for that, he was too busy arguing with her on the alcohol and guns combination. It was for that exact argument that the celebration was postponed. . . that, and because they didn’t want Ward to suspect anything and skip town to avoid his birthday. 

After the snacks were laid out, the grill was heating the patties and hotdogs, and the beer was stuck in the ice, and the banners were put into place, Fitz finally called Bella out from her bed. She loved that thing, and for that reason Fitz moved it every night into his bedroom so he could sleep by his big girl. She was the only Saint Bernard at the pet adoption, and Leo was over the moon the moment he saw her. He was taking her home one way or another, and it seemed like Grant was happy to help. 

As soon as he was sure everything was in place, he twisted off the top of a beer, took a quick swig, and texted Darcy. 

Standby for Operation B-Day. Calling Eagle 1 now. 

He brought the phone up to his ear, waited to hear Grant’s voice, then sobbed into the line. “Grant, ya gotta help me. I think people are tryin’ ta, ta b-break inta ma apartment an’ I don’t know what ta do an’ I’m scared an’ I need you. Please- please hurry.” He grinned at the response and ended the call, waiting on the couch for Ward to break down his door. 

Eagle 1 is in flight. ETA?

[leofitz-engineer-blog]

I Was Wrong // Darcy & Fitz

After seeing Tony, talking with Grant, and trying to go through a self-empowering journey all on his own, Fitz was exhausted. He wanted to move on, but he felt stuck in some emotional rut that wouldn’t let him go. So he started playing on his phone, looking through photos, trying to reclaim some of his earlier joy. And he found it. . . in Darcy’s video. 

She was absolutely wasted, but she called him and he took care of her; like he promised to do. They watched Finding Nemo, they ate take-out, and they laughed until the wee hours of the morning. And Fitz knew that Darcy could always replace the frown with a smile- part of the reason they were friends. She always knew what to say, and what needed to be done in order to make Fitz laugh. And right now, while he was getting over his father and emotions, he knew that he’d need her too. 

Shoving his phone in one pocket and keys in the other, Leo ran out of the apartment and hailed the closest cab; requesting first the nearest drive thru, and then Darcy’s apartment. He still looked like a hobo, still chose sweatshirts over cardigans, but he was changing. He was trying. And he knew that after he froze Darcy out of his life, this was the right choice. 

He mounted the stairs, bag of fries in one hand, and pride in the other. He needed her help, and by God, he was going to ask for it. He paused outside of her door, taking a small breath before gently tapping against the wood. “Love Bug?” He murmured, staring at his shoes instead of the door itself. “Can we uh- can we talk?”

[leofitz-engineer-blog]

I'm Trying to Help // Love Bug & MacHaggis

Fitz was jogging out of the lab when he got Darcy's final text. His coat was half off- scarf looped haphazardly around his neck, and his gloves were about to fall out of his pockets as he tried to hail a cab. He wasn't mad, nor was he angry at Darcy's choices. She was a grown woman, she could make whatever decisions she chose or desired. He may have been a bit disappointed that she didn't tell him she was going out, but it was purely for the reason he was running around trying to find her; he wanted to make sure she would be safe. 

The seat was hardly beginning to warm up before he spouted his location to the taxi driver. He needed to be quick, simply because he had no idea how long she would stay in one spot. If there was one thing Fitz had learned about Darcy, it was that she hated to stay still. He took the quick drive to correct his jacket and scarf, wanting to seem a bit tidier when he actually greeted his friend. 

As soon as the cab stopped outside of the building Darcy had supposedly been in, he paid the fare and jumped out. As he walked to the door, he looked through the windows and tried to find his friend. But from what he could see, she was no where near them. Groaning, he pushed open the doors and began walking through the crowd, peering around for his elusive friend. "Darcy, where tha hell are ya?" He muttered to himself, pushing his way over to the sitting area.