#shieldshock au

[darcylightninglewis]

Bold thought that can’t wait until Halloween.

AU (perhaps college?) where Steve dresses up as Dirk the Daring and Darcy as Princess Daphne.

THINK ABOUT IT.

THINK ABOUT IT.

[darcylightninglewis]

Watching an early play through of Assassin's Creed Valhalla. 

All I can think of a Darcy/Steve Viking AU. 

[soldiersinshock]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies), Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes & Darcy Lewis Characters: Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes Additional Tags: Time Travel, Skinny!Steve, Male-Female Friendship, Male Friendship Summary:

It's 1943 when Darcy Lewis enters his life like a whirlwind, full of chaos and mystery. In the wake of every fly-by meeting, the hope of something more plants roots in his heart, until there's no going back.

[shiieldmaiden]

Printmaking Accidents

A Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Art Student AU

Inspired by this AU from this post:

“I cut myself really badly in Printmaking and I’m trying not to bleed everywhere, turns out you carry a bunch of first aid supplies in your bag” AU

Also posted on ffn and Ao3

"FUCK!"

The shout from the studio next door startled Steve enough that he jumped about a mile. He'd thought he was the only one in the building. Suppose that's not true then. For a few moments, there was relative silence from the neighboring printmaking studio, save for some rustling of papers and clunking of plastic, but it was broken again by another shout.

"God damn it!" whoever it was cursed loudly. Curious and a bit concerned now, Steve put down his charcoal and got up from his drawing horse to see what the hell was going on in printmaking. He poked his head in the doorway and saw that there was only one person in there.

She was a short girl, with long-ish brown hair and a figure that begged to be drawn, and she was hunched over something at one of the many ink-stained tables. Steve knocked on the doorframe to get her attention. At the noise, she jumped a bit and whirled around to face him. He noticed that she was cradling one hand in the other.

"Shit, man, don't scare me like that!" she said emphatically.

"Sorry," Steve apologized with a shrug. "I was just next door in drawing when I heard a very loud 'fuck' and an equally loud 'goddammit' and thought I'd check to see if everything was alright in here."

"I think the 'goddammit' was a little quieter than the 'fuck,' but whatever," she said with a little grin on her red lips. "I just cut myself, that's all," she said, nodding to her hand. "And of course the first aid kit in here doesn't have any band-aids, so that's great. Well, there are, like, two band-aids, but I'm pretty sure they're from the sixties and I do not trust them."

"How bad is it?" Steve asked, approaching her now and extending a hand to her, wordlessly asking to see her cut.

"It's not that bad," she said, though she did give him her hand. The V-shaped cut on the side of her hand was still bleeding.

"Not that bad?" Steve repeated her words with a skeptical eyebrow. She gave him a sheepish smile. Steve sighed, but he smiled back at her still. "Come on," he said, nodding towards the door to the drawing studio. He led the way and she followed, cradling her hand again.

"You go clean that, I've got some first aid stuff in my backpack," he said, pointing her towards the sink.

It wasn't long before she was back from the sink, and Steve had gotten out his smaller first aid kit.

"Wow, you're prepared - were you a boy scout or something?" she remarked, making Steve chuckle.

"For a two years when I was a kid," he said with a shrug. "Take a seat and give me your hand." She obliged and Steve got to work, opening up a disinfectant wipe. She winced when the disinfectant touched her wound, but kept still for Steve to do what needed to get done.

"You're doing all this for me and I don't even know your name," she remarked while he was digging out his neosporin.

"I don't know yours either," he countered.

"Fair enough, but I asked first."

"Steve Rogers."

"Nice to meet'cha, Steve," she said with a grin. "I'm Darcy, Darcy Lewis."

"Nice to meet you too, Darcy," Steve said, looking up from her hand where he had just finished patching her up. "Even if it was under bloody circumstances," he added with a teasing grin. Darcy rolled her eyes at him.

"You're the one with a fucking hospital in your backpack," she said. Steve shrugged and lifted a hand to rub the back of his head.

"That's nothing," he said, "for graduation, my best friend from home gave me this huge-ass first aid kit, I'm talking a case as big as a sheet of drawing paper," he explained, sending Darcy into a fit of giggles. "No lie, he said that if he wasn't going to be around to get me out of trouble, I should at least be able to take care of myself when I inevitably fuck up. His words."

"That's pretty damn hilarious," Darcy said once her laughter calmed down enough to speak.

"Yeah, Bucky sure has a sense of humor."

"Well, you better tell him how useful that first aid kit ended up being," she said, making a ballsy decision and reaching for a sheet of newsprint and a nub of charcoal as she spoke. "Not only did you get to play the knight in shining armor for the appreciative damsel in distress," she went on - she swore she caught him blushing at that, "but it also got you a pretty girl's number." Darcy finished what she had been scrawling on the newsprint and reached over to set it on the drawing horse that Steve was occupying. She grinned at his shocked face and with a wink, she was on her feet and on her way back to printmaking.

"See you around, Steve!" she called over her shoulder.

"See you around, Darcy," Steve called back, even as he was pulling his phone from his pocket and formulating a new contact for one Darcy Lewis.

9:47 pm

New Text From Steve (Punk) Rogers:

so that huge-ass first aid kit finally came in handy

9:51 pm

New Text From Bucky (Jerk) Barnes:

what in the hell did you do this time?

9:51 pm

Steve (Punk) Rogers:

Wow, Buck, really appreciate your confidence in me. I didn't hurt myself this time, it was a girl in printmaking

9:53 pm

Bucky (Jerk) Barnes:

my little punk's all grown up and talking to girls, I'm so proud

9:54 pm

Steve (Punk) Rogers:

Shut up

9:54 pm

Bucky (Jerk) Barnes:

sure thing, punk.

9:55 pm

Bucky (Jerk) Barnes:

is she hot?

9:58 pm

Bucky (Jerk) Barnes:

Tell me you at least got her number

Steve didn't bother responding to Bucky's last few texts.

Two days after the printmaking incident, Steve worked up the courage to ask Darcy out. They went out for coffee and while they were talking, Bucky's last few texts came up. Darcy had demanded to see them.

She'd let out a snort of laughter and promptly snatched Steve's phone right out of his hands.

2:32 pm

New Text From Steve (Punk) Rogers:

Hey, Bucky, this is Darcy, the girl who had the printmaking accident.

First, yes, I am hot, thank you very much, second, yes, I gave Steve my number, and third, fuck off.

Steve was reading over her shoulder as she typed and was full-out laughing by the time Darcy hit the send button.

She pulled up the camera on his phone and turned it to face front, extending her arm far enough so that the still laughing Steve was visible in the background. Darcy smiled sweetly at the camera, simultaneously flipping it the bird, and snapped the picture, sending it to Bucky. Once Steve’s laughter calmed down, he took his phone back and pulled up the photo.

A year later, that picture was still her contact photo in Steve’s phone.

[dragongoddess13]

Knock Three Times

Dawn

Knock Three Times

Darcy x Steve AU

xXx

"There's nothing wrong with being single, Bucky."

"I know that Punk. Doesn't mean you have t' be." Steve sighed harshly. "All I'm suggesting is getting out more, ok? You can't keep holding yourself up in your apartment all the time. It's not healthy." Steve shook his head, stalking into the kitchen. Bucky followed after a beat, finding him scrubbing at the dirty dishes in the sink. "Steve, I know how much you loved Peggy. She,"

"What's your point, Buck!" Steve snapped, wiping the dish towel off his shoulder to dry his hands.

"My point is she's not dead, stop mourning her! She left you Steve. This wasn't some unforeseeable tragedy that couldn't be prevented. This wasn't a battlefield and you didn't fail to get to her in time to save her from some enemy strike! She left you because she wanted a family and you didn't. She left because she wanted you to give up the one thing that gives you purpose since we retired from the Army, and you wouldn't. She left because you weren't ready for the life she was imagining!" Bucky took a breath, running a hand through his hair. "You have to stop blaming yourself for something you can't change." Bucky was pleading at this point. "It was three years ago, ok? She got what she wanted. She's married. She's got a kid on the way, she's happy, she’s successful. But where does that leave you? Alone, working nonstop, the only reason you're not at the office right now is because you're required to take two weeks off every few years. You're alone, she's happy and you're sitting here punishing yourself because you didn't want what she did? What sense does that make? Neither of you did anything wrong, not even you can control these kinds of things."

Silence settled among them, leaving Bucky itching for a response. He'd take anything. Before he could get one though, his phone went off drawing his attention away from Steve.

"Barnes," he answered. "Yea... Alright... I'll be there in ten."

He turned back to Steve after hanging up. "I have to go, we've got a case. Please just think about what I said. And for once maybe take care of yourself instead of worrying about everyone else first."

"Fine, jerk." Bucky chuckled.

"I'll bring the team over for the game on Sunday." Were his parting words.

xXx

Steve stopped by his mailbox on the ground floor of his apartment building after his morning run. As he flipped through his mail, he was vaguely aware of a young, feminine voice walking toward him.

"Knock three times on the ceiling if you want me. Twice on the pipe, if the answer is no."

The woman stopped beside him, unlocking her own mailbox and pulling out her mail. "Oh my sweetness... Meets you'll meet me in the hall way... Means you ain't gonna show." Steve smiled despite himself. The young woman was dancing minutely as she sang along to her music, through her earbuds. She was adorable.

Steve hadn't meant to stare, so when she caught him, he blushed. She pulled one of her earbuds out an apologetic look on her face. "I'm sorry, was I being obnoxious again?"

The tone in her voice told him that someone had called her that before. He'd put money on Mr. Heckleman in 4C, definitely not the most likable guy. "Not at all." He finally replied, and the smile he got in return just seemed to lighten up the whole room.

They went their separate ways after that, but he did come to find out that she lived in the apartment above him. He couldn't seem to stop thinking about her, (something that wasn't helped by how much they kept running into each other in the lobby) which was ridiculous, he didn't even know her name. And if he went back to his own apartment and listened to that same song on repeat every time he saw her, who would really, know?

xXx

"How about Beth in the commissary?" Steve looked over at Natasha over the end of his beer bottle. "What? She's nice."

"And she's seriously crushing on you." Clint added around a mouthful of pizza. Steve cringed at the sight.

"Ooo, how about Sharon from White collar division?" Bucky piped in. Natasha elbowed him on the side. "What?"

"That's Peggy's cousin." Thor whispered in a soft tone so unlike him.

"Oh, my bad." He took a swig of beer. "Well, is there anyone you're interested in?" Steve's answering shrug irked Bucky more than he'd like to admit. "Did you even think about anything I said before?"

"You screamed it at me Buck, it was hard to miss." Steve got up going into the kitchen as Bucky heaved a sigh.

"Translation: no." Steve rolled his eye pulling another beer out of the fridge after tossing the old bottle in the trash.

"It's been a week. What did you expect me to just jump on it immediately?"

"Kind of." Steve scoffed as he returned to his seat.

"Is there really no one you would consider?" Sam finally spoke up. Steve shrugged again without really thinking about it.

Truth be told there was someone he might consider asking out. A certain brunette one floor above him definitely fit the bill. If he was honest with himself, he could admit that he’d seriously considered asking her out every time he had seen her in passing.

"It's not like anyone is expecting you to marry the first girl you ask. You don't even have to work out. Just ask'em out for coffee or somethin'" Bucky told him. "It's like a band-aid. Rip it off and get it over with."

Steve hesitated, his beer bottle floating half way to his mouth. At some point they all became suspicious of his silence and turned their attention on him.

"Steve?"

"You're right." Steve finally replied standing from his seat. He set his bottle on the table and walked over to the broom closet near the front door.

"I'm always right, punk; it is the degree to which I am right that matters. What are you doing?"

Steve pulled out an old push broom from the closet and moved back to the living room.

"You think you can just sweep a woman out from under the sofa with the dust bunnies? That's not where they come from. And I can assure you, it's not that easy." Clint joked. Steve smirked.

"Of course it's not that easy. If it was you wouldn't be divorced."

"Oooo, you need some ice for that burn, Barton." Sam laughed.

Before Clint could retort, Steve raised the broom and banged the end of the handle on the ceiling three times.

"Ok, seriously, what are you doing?" He didn't reply as he dropped the broom off in the closet on his way out the door. He could hear his friends following behind him as he stepped into the stairwell and ascended to the next floor. "Steve?" Bucky called out as he exited on the next floor.

As he approached his destination the door opened and 'she' stepped out. When she spotted him she smiled.

"Should I be thankful this building doesn't have exposed pipes?" She chuckled.

"Steve."

"Darcy."

"Coffee?"

He smile widened. "I thought you'd never ask."