An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A Favor You Can’t Refuse
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies), Captain America (Movies)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow
Characters: Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster, Ian Boothby, Brock Rumlow
Additional Tags: Darcy has a fairy godfather, The Lewises have a whole thing with the fae, Not Canon Compliant, Brock Rumlow is not quite human, Witch!Darcy
Series: Part 34 of Taserbones Tumblr Prompts & Tiny (Adorkable) Fics, Part 2 of Hey, Pumpkin! Halloween Fics
Summary:
The Lewis family has a long relationship with the folk. But Rumlow isn't what Darcy expected would show up in London.
-Revealing some spooky Taserbones fics for the fall-
Taserbones Idea Inspired by Midnight at the Pera Palace
Okay. So. Time Travel.
It started with a lab accident. Of course it started with a lab accident. One minute Darcy is working on calculations for another wormhole experiment with Jane, the next the world is shaking and rumbling, the lights are going haywire, the wires are sparking. It all stops just as suddenly as it started but Darcy is definitely not in hers and Jane's Sicily Lab anymore. It looks vaguely like their lab, she guesses, but like their lab way back before it was renovated. All the equipment is gone, the walls and floor are stone instead of dry wall and tile, and the lights are off but she can see they are definitely not LEDs.
Darcy carefully makes her way through the building that is clearly being used as storage until she finds a door to the outside. She steps out onto a brightly lit cobblestone street only to be almost run over by--okay, that is definitely not a modern car. That's a 30s/40's looking car. Where the hell is she?
Turns out, that fun little lab accident sent Darcy back in time to 1940 Italy just before Mussolini declares war on Great Britain and France. What's a girl from the 21st century to do?
Well, that question gets answered for her when she runs into a morally gray, definitely some sort of crime/mafia boss named Brock who will not stop staring at her and talking to her. He's not flirting with her but he's not not-flirting with her. What's his deal?
Because Darcy has never been one to sit idly by, she somehow gets wrapped up in the shenanigans of the Italian Resistance of World War II. And every time it appears that things are about to go south, she's about to get caught, there's Brock creating a distraction for her to escape or pulling her up from almost falling out a window.
Through these very close calls Brock proves that he's more than the morally gray mafioso Darcy first thought him to be. She trusts him, he's earned that. Still, she can't figure him out. He acts like he knows her, talks like she's his equal, like they're partners, like whatever is going on they're in it together. He's been like that with her from the moment he saw her, even before he knew her name.
Then, she feels that weird shivery feeling again, just like when she first arrived in 1940. This isn't the first time, she's felt it before and she resisted it before just to see if she can. This time, however, she is about to be shot and Brock is too far away to save her. Darcy lets the pull take her.
She time skips back to 1937 just in time to see a younger Brock running from the carabinieri. Well, he's saved her life so many times she has to return the favor.
It's the work of seconds to hot wire a nearby car. She barrels through the city streets until she catches up with Brock and orders him to hop in. He obeys, bewildered but so, so grateful. Seeing her, this stranger, this amazing woman who hot wired a car to save him from arrest, he knows she is his One and Only.
They spend One Day together. It's the best day of his life. It's easy, simple. He takes her to his favorite small restaurant, they walk through the park, they smile, and dance to the music of the street musicians. It's midnight when Darcy feels that shivering pull again. It's so sudden she doesn't have time to fight it. All she can do is kiss Brock before disappearing.
She blinks and she's back in 1940, standing in the middle of the park at midnight desperately trying not to cry.
But then Brock is suddenly there, his arms wrapping around her, holding her close, whispering love and devotion so sincerely she can do nothing but believe him. The next two months are spent in hazy bliss even as Brock reveals he is more than just a mafia boss but an agent for the Italian Resistance, even as the violence of resisting Mussolini's fascist government permeates every aspect of their lives.
It's New Years Eve, less than a minute before midnight, when Darcy feels another time travel shiver but this one is different. It's stronger. The pull feels forward instead of backward. Darcy knows what this means. She knows it in her bones.
She sobs as she tells Brock goodbye. She has to go. This isn't her time. She doesn't belong here. Darcy loves him but she can't stay.
Brock begs her not to go. Promises he will find her, that he will not stop searching until she is in his arms again.
Darcy shakes her head no. She says that he will forget her, eventually. That he will go on to live his life and be happy. That it's okay. She wants him to be happy.
He insists that he will never forget her. Swears that his life will stop if he loses her.
But Darcy lets the time travel skip take her just as 1940 turns to 1941. Jane, hysterical with relief and apologies, catches her as Darcy crumples, inconsolable, to the ground in their Sicily Lab.
Soon after Darcy's return, Jane decides a bit more stability and being surrounded by familiar faces will help Darcy who is grief-stricken. Jane moves their lab to the Avenger's upstate facility.
It's their Welcome to the Madhouse Party. Darcy slips in late. She didn't want to come, didn't really feel like socializing but Jane asked. After everything Jane has done for her, how patient she's been, how understanding, Darcy would feel too guilty if she said no. So, she put on a nice pair of jeans, a flattering but comfortable sweater and went to the party.
The party is in full swing. Everyone who works at the upstate facility is here, milling around, chatting, laughing, drinking. The space was clearly designed to host large parties and currently made up to look like an especially large bar.
Darcy beelines for the bar and orders a whiskey. She almost asked for limoncello but her eyes began to burn with unshed tears at the very thought. She doesn't want to cry from the memories. As she waits for her drink she half turns to look at the crowd.
She's not really registering what she's seeing, her gaze sliding over familiar and unfamiliar faces alike. Later, she will be embarrassed to admit that her eyes slid right over him. But, just as quickly, her attention snaps back, pulled as if he were a magnet.
She stands there, rooted to the spot. He's here. Right over there. He's a littler older, maybe, but that's Brock. Her Brock. It's impossible. Later, Darcy will learn he has a Wolverine-style healing mutation which honestly explains a lot of the schemes he managed to survive as both a mafioso and Resistance fighter. But right now Darcy can barely breathe.
Brock isn't looking at her, he's talking to someone else, but he must feel her eyes on him because he turns his head. He finds her though the crowd and the whole world fades away. Darcy doesn't know how he's here. She doesn't really care. He's walking towards her, his attention as fixed on her as hers is on him. That's all that matters.
He reaches her in seconds but it feels like eons. Carefully, gently, as if afraid she will disappear or the illusion will shatter, Brock touches her cheeks with just the tips of his fingers. Darcy hadn't realized she was holding her breath but the moment he touches her she sucks in air. It feels like she's breathing for the first time.
When Darcy doesn't disappear, when she doesn't run away, when she instead wraps one set of fingers around his wrist and tangles the other in his shirt, a slow grin spreads across Brock's face as tears brighten his whiskey brown eyes.
"Found you," he whispers.
Darcy laughs, bright and happy, for the first time since 1940.
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ON A SIDE NOTE
I need people to watch Midnight at the Pera Palace. It's on Netflix. It's a Turkish Time Travel Period Drama Spy Thriller Romance. It is literally EVERY BOOK GIRLIE'S 🎶he's morally gray but what can i say gray's my favorite color🎶 he'd-burn-the-world-to-keep-her-warm vibe
I seriously need more people to watch it. Just LOOK at these babies
Shieldshock: After trying for several years and seeing lots of doctors, Darcy’s Christmas gift to Steve is a tiny onesie with the shield on it and a Number One Dad mug. There’s lots of tears and happy hugs. Steve waits on her hand and foot while she’s dealing with morning sickness. The baby comes out looking like a Steve copy/paste and Darcy doesn’t know whether to be annoyed or completely delighted.
“I did the hard work, but he’s all you!” she protests weakly.
“It’ll even out as he grows,” Steve assures her, staring in awe at the tiny little face. “But I’m pretty sure he’s got your hair. So thick.”
She smiles down at her son and kisses his tiny fuzzy head. “The heartburn was worth it.”
Wintershock: Their baby arrives on Christmas day, postponing the holiday celebrations. Bucky can hardly speak, he’s so overwhelmed and absolutely adores their tiny baby, loving the way the tiny hand grips his finger. Darcy is head over heels for both her boys and loves how her son’s little pouty expression looks like Bucky’s.
Taserbones: Brock races to get back home in time for the baby’s arrival and arrives just in time for Darcy to let forth a string of curse words, due to a very intense contraction. He’s strangely relieved, because that means she’s doing okay, despite the invectives she hurls at him. Darcy is very thankful Brock made it back in time and positively melts at the sight of him holding their daughter for the first time.
TaserTorch: The twins require Darcy to have a C section and Johnny is cutely apologetic, but also in love and overwhelmed. He manages to not faint though.
“You and your super sperm,” Darcy grumbles in recovery. “Can never do anything halfway, can you?”
Johnny smirks for a second and leans over to kiss her sweaty forehead.
“When it comes to you, babe, never. I love that they got your beautiful eyes.”
“Let’s hope they got my common sense as well,” she sighs. “Much as I love you.”
She’d never seen the Human Torch cry before, but that changes the moment one of the babies is placed in his arms.
TaserWings: Darcy passes out at Sarah and Bucky’s Christmas party. She insists she’s okay, but Sam insists on getting her checked out. When she returns to the anxiously waiting Sam, she has a very dazed look on her face.
“What did they say?” he asks, jumping up to take her hands.
Darcy takes a deep breath.
“Well, you know how we thought we were super careful when I had to be off the pill?”
Sam nods and then freezes. “You mean…….”
She starts to chuckle slightly hysterically.
“My egg really said “carpe diem!” I’m so pregnant.”
She buries her face in Sam’s chest and for a second he can’t tell whether she’s shaking from laughter or tears. Then she lifts her face back to his.
“Guess we're in for an adventure, now, honey.”
Dousy: Daisy plops her pregnant self onto Daniel’s lap one day and wraps her arms around his neck, instantly distracting him from the book he’s reading.
“Hey, honey,” he grins. “Is baby Quake behaving?”
“She’s kicking a bit, actually,” Daisy says. “It’s such a funky feeling: a whole other life inside of me, just flailing away.”
Daniel gently places his hand on her tummy and grind giddily at the tiny kicks he briefly feels.
“Incredible. Such a miracle,” he murmurs. “Gonna be the best Christmas present ever.”
SarahBucky: A total surprise baby! Sarah is flabbergasted and Bucky is stunned and thrilled. AJ and Cass are a little unsure, but when baby girl Barnes arrives on Christmas Eve, they’re instantly in love. Protective Uncle Sam is PROTECTIVE. Dad! Bucky levels up. He’s very good about helping with the nitty gritty of childcare. During one late night feeding, he opens up to Sarah with memories of his younger sisters.
I would love a TaserBones where Darcy is really good Friends with Bucky, Rumlow was undercover in Hydra and really like Darcy but thinks she’s with Bucky and feels guilty so won’t do anything! Darcy fancies Brock but won’t because of her friendship with Bucky and Bucky is fed up with the pair of them and gets them together!!
If anyone would like to write this for me, or direct me to any existing fics I would be most grateful! ☺️
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Thor (Movies)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow
Characters: Darcy Lewis, Cameron Klein, Brock Rumlow, Jack Rollins, Maria Hill, Original Male Character(s), Nick Fury
Additional Tags: Post-Thanos's Snap (Marvel), Post-Episode: s01e09 The Series Finale (WandaVision), Friends to Lovers, Protective Brock Rumlow, Good Brock Rumlow, Triple Agent Brock Rumlow, Triple Agent Jack Rollins, Good Jack Rollins
Summary:
Darcy goes to work for SHIELD and they move her into secure housing with other members of staff, including Brock Rumlow. The two quickly become friends, but that's all it is until it's not.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow
Characters: Darcy Lewis, Brock Rumlow, Vision (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Grease (1978) Fusion, What If... Wanda was into musicals instead of sitcoms, Brock is a T-Bird, Darcy is NOT a Pink Lady
Series: Part 75 of Bingo Bonanza
Summary:
Darcy’s at the Rydell High School Dance. Or is she?
Title: Born To Hand Jive, Baby
Squares Filled:
DLBHQ Weekly Challenge: Musicals, Film Scores, & Soundtracks Week
Author: ibelieveinturtles
Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow
Rating: G
Tags/Warnings: Musicals, Grease AU, What If… Wanda was into musicals instead of sitcoms
Summary: Darcy’s at the Rydell High School Dance. Or is she?
Word Count: 73
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55697596
It was the ugliest of meet uglies: Darcy was carrying a full drink carrier, traipsing down the street when she was sent sprawling by a big dude who brushed past her with only a muttered, insincere, “Sorry.” Despite the pain of the hot liquid that had spilled on her, she made sure to get a good look at him, and added him to her shit list.
“This is not how caramel and pumpkin spice were meant to be consumed!” she muttered furiously, picking herself up off the ground carefully. Jane was going to be so disappointed, but Darcy didn’t have time to go back and get replacements. It would be Grumpy Science day for them all.
When she got to the lab, Jane wasn’t at her desk. She was staring at the tv monitor, watching the news.
“Bad news, Janey!” she declared. “My coffee run was obliterated by some jackass running me down. We’ll have to settle for the keurig today.”
Jane turned from the screen and noticed Darcy’s dripping, disheveled appearance.
“Oh my gosh, Darcy! Are you okay?”
“Other than some potential first degree burns, I’m fine,” Darcy shrugged, allowing herself to be fussed over. “I’m just mad. Who does he think he is to be running like that on a public sidewalk?”
Jane gestured toward the screen.
“The jack booted thugs have a man hunt going on right now for some escaped Hydra supporters. You might have accidentally got in the middle of that.”
Darcy paled as she watched the news update on the situation. “Yikes. I’m lucky he didn’t take me hostage or something.”
“You should really have those burns looked at,” Jane told her. “That looks worse than first degree.”
After an hour of trying to tough it out, Darcy let Jane take her to an Urgent Care. As she settled down in the waiting room, she took a quick glance around at the only other occupant—the mean looking, but hot dude who’d run her down.
She immediately fixed what she thought was a hostile glare on her face and felt for her taser in case he was the escaped Hydra creep. Seeing the glint of a Shield badge at his waist, she relaxed her grip on it, but not her glare.
He looked at her curiously, as if trying to remember where he’d seen her, then she saw the panic hit when he recognized her.
“Yeah, that’s right. I’m the innocent woman you knocked over this morning. Spilled hot coffee on myself and now I’m here.”
She held up her burned arm. He blanched.
“Aw, hell,” he swore. “You gonna sue?”
“I might,” she said haughtily. “Shield and I have never been on the best of terms ever since they stole my friend’s work and confiscated my Ipod. I’m still bitter about that. And you wrecked my pumpkin spice latte. That’s very hard to forgive.”
“Ooh. Yeah.”
He ran his hand through his jet black hair and squirmed in his chair. Darcy felt a twinge of satisfaction.
“Listen, I really am sorry about this morning. We’ve been chasing this guy for three years and he’s given us the slip multiple times. I was petrified I was going to lose him again.”
“Hmmph.” she grunted, unmoved.
Before she could go off on him, the door opened and another agent limped through on crutches. She watched Shieldthug leap to his feet and gallantly assist his companion, showing an extraordinary amount of care.
Darcy was called back to be seen and she expected that he would vanish conveniently and never be seen again, but when she’d been bandaged and instructed and went to settle up the bill, the receptionist shook her head.
“It’s all taken care of,” she smiled. “Have a nice day, Dr. Lewis.”
Confused, Darcy went back to work, mulling over the contradictions she’d seen in Mr. Careless Shieldthug.
The next morning, Darcy and Jane received a surprising delivery: their favorite coffee orders, correct down to the last pump. A large bouquet of flowers sat on Darcy’s desk, and a thick envelope rested beside it.
“Well, at least he’s suitably apologetic,” Jane commented, sipping on her coffee.
Darcy didn’t register anything else while she read the note in the envelope.
Dr. Lewis,
This is my apology for being a grade a jackass to you. At the very least I should have helped you up. My mama would be ashamed of me. I’ve seen the error of my ways and I hope you can forgive me.
Sincerely,
Brock
She wondered if he’d written it with help, but it did sound sincere. Darcy looked back in the envelope and gasped when she saw a familiar item that she hadn’t laid eyes on in a decade.
“My iPod!” she gasped. “Jane, he gave me my iPod back! Also, who’s Brock?”
A couple days later, she was still trying to find out information on the mysterious Brock Rumlow. A lot of his info was redacted, and though she probably could have done some hacking, she decided it wasn’t worth getting in Federal trouble.
“Visitor for you, Darcy!” Jane called.
Darcy emerged from her cozy spot in the corner to find Mr. Careless Shieldthug, aka Brock Rumlow, standing in front of her. He didn’t look mean this time, rather obviously nervous. It was almost cute.
“Agent Rumlow, I presume?” she asked, trying not to notice his incredible physique. Damn, the man was ripped.
“Yeah,” he admitted. “I wanted to see how you’re doing. That arm looked pretty painful.”
“It’s still sore, but it’s healing,” she told him. “But the iPod return did go a long way in winning my forgiveness, so good move. I guess I won’t sue Shield after all.”
She smirked at him, then let her eyes wander a bit. It wasn’t often such eye candy walked into their lab. Maybe she could take advantage of the opportunity.
“That’s good to know.” Brock said. “Hill heard about it and roasted my ass like never before.”
“Good for her. Maria is awesome!” Darcy agreed.
“You know her?”
“I had dealings with the Avengers when I was interning with Jane,” she explained. “And I got to meet a few Shield bigwigs as well. I don’t remember you, though.”
Brock looked away, an uncomfortable look crossing his face.
“I was deeply undercover back then,” he told her. “I worked with the Avengers some, but it was pretty limited.”
“Ah,” she acknowledged. “Fury probably made you crazy.”
“That’s the understatement of the century,” he snorted. “Funny enough, when I asked him about you, he rolled his eyes and said, “Don’t even get me started.” I knew then that I’d probably like you.”
Darcy burst out laughing.
“Hee-Hee! I love pissing off Fury. I think maybe we can be friends, after all, Brock. Let’s start over.”
“I like the sound of that,” Brock agreed, allowing a tiny, relieved smile to appear.
