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August 2014
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electricdarcy asked

"Loving you was the last thing I was good at. Please, Wade, let me do it again."


“Don’t say that, babe. You were and still are good at a lot of things.” He smiled at the face on the screen looking back at him. “I didn’t leave you because you weren’t good at loving me, I left you because I’m not good at loving me. You know that, right? The face nodded and he looked away trying to find a reason to end the call. He hated that she kept doing this to herself instead of letting him go. He understood why though, since he did the same thing to himself every time he had someone check in on her, or when he checked on her himself. “Wouldn’t it be so much nicer if you got out and met new people and got over me? She pouted and nodded no.

“Look, doll, I can’t take all this frowning. You’re going to be fine without me. You’re strong. Much stronger than I am. If I thought there was even a chance that I’d ever be happy again, that chance would be you and I’d ride that out for the rest of my life. But the fact of the matter is that I’m a monster. Monsters don’t get happy endings. You’ve seen the movies, babe.” He frowned but she wouldn’t see it behind his mask. He had to know that she would be okay one day, and he couldn’t keep allowing her to string herself along. “Goodbye, beautiful. Know that I’ll take the memories of the life we planned to my grave.” He ended the chat and finally removed his mask to reveal the immense scarring. He would call Peter for a drink later and Peter would call him stupid for giving up Darcy, but Peter didn’t understand what it was like to not be beautiful anymore.

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hold my hand, consign me not to darkness (18/?)


In one life, Darcy Lewis lived out her childhood, attended Culver University and applied for an internship that thrust her headfirst into the unknown world of superheroes and gods and monsters.

In another life, Darcy Lewis was taken from Earth and reshaped into Xania, daughter of Thanos, making her escape back to her home planet over a decade after her abduction. This time, the world of superheroes and gods and monsters was her world, and she attacked it like she always did: head first. 

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“You’re assigning the Captain to babysit me?” Darcy scowled. “Are you serious?” 

“It’s gonna take more than a few pretty words for me to trust you, Lewis,” Fury said, and Rogers didn’t look any happier with the arrangement. “Rogers, on the other hand, will keep you in line.” 

“Keep me in line? What am I, a pet ilzngryn?”

“A what?” 

“An ilzn—”

“Why don’t we not,” Rogers cut her off, shooting her a wary look. No doubt he was remembering the last time she’d explained a krzyltol, if the nauseous look on his face was any indication.

“They don’t eat brain matter, if it makes you feel any better,” she drawled, and he glared. “… They eat soft eye tissue and —” 

Jesus, that is not —” 

“So I see the two of you get along already,” Fury interjected, quirking an eyebrow at Rogers’s flustered expression, and said, “You’re to stay in Rogers’s company at all times, Lewis, unless he leaves you in Romanoff’s care.” 

“And Rogers?” He turned to Rogers. “Don’t be afraid to rip her a new one if she deserves it — she can be a little shit when she wants to be.” 

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The Days Before Thunder (3999 words) by silverfoxflower [AO3] 


Relationships: Jane Foster/Darcy Lewis
Characters: Jane Foster (Marvel), Darcy Lewis, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Erik Selvig
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Animals, Alternate Universe - College/University

“He was wearing a muzzle, Darcy. What kind of an owner puts a muzzle on a cat?” Jane asked heatedly, holding the cat - newly dubbed Loki - in the bathtub as she steadily sprayed the soap foam out of his fur.

“One who doesn’t have that much blood to lose?” Darcy asked dubiously, looking at the steadily growing number of scratches on Jane’s hands and forearms. Thor lunged forward and Darcy tugged him back by his collar. “Hey Jane, I think Thor’s in love with the new guy.”

“Thor’s in love with everybody,” Jane cooed, turning to kiss Thor on the nose, earning an excited bark and an even more excited pounce, knocking both Jane and Darcy over in a spray of soapy water.

Loki saw his chance and he took it. Like a flash, the wet cat dashed out the door. A second later Thor bounded after, barking playfully.

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sarahexplosions asked

Jane Foster and Darcy Lewis!



Jane would never steal socks, what are you talking about, she has great respect for other people’s- oh. Hm. Those are Darcy’s socks on her feet. Oh dear. They’re quite warm?

Neither of them vacuums behind the couch for months, until Jane gets Darcy to help her pull it away from the wall trying to reach something that fell behind it. At which point they blink bemusedly at the MONSTROUS dust bunnies, and Darcy silently digs the vacuum out of their hall closet.

Jane handles the houseguests, getting them a spot to sit, grabbing coffee, giving a warning about how you have to be really sure you held down the handle when flushing the loo. Darcy simply adds commentary.

Darcy cheats at any board games she’s familiar with, until Jane catches on and starts cheating back, and then they argue over whether that was a fair cheat or not, and come up with fifty billion house rules. Eventually it gets to the point that playing with guests (or as guests) requires them both to re-read the official rules on the back of any game box almost every round because they’ve both forgotten how the game was supposed to go.

Jane starts the home improvements. Darcy provides support until they can get that wall shored back up. Both insist it isn’t worse because now they have a spot for the big telescope.

Redundancy is key; there’s toilet paper on the roll, under the sink, and sitting on the tank. Also a box of kleenex on the bathroom sink next to the little pile of floss boxes.

Darcy likes to watch cartoons when she’s sick, “because if the coyote can handle falling off that cliff, I can handle feeling like I fell off a cliff.” Jane watches sci-fi and action movies because she’s too groggy to care about the rubber science and questionable physics.

Darcy’s the one to notice the dripping sink, Jane’s the one to fix it.

Take-out. So much take-out.

Dishes catch them by surprise, which is another reason for all the take-out, but Jane has been known to fling herself across the room and catch falling astronomy equipment.

Rainy Saturday afternoons are for sitting on lawn chairs under the awning with drinks and watching the rain hit the dust. It’s very soothing.

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  • Darcy: So what's this supposed to do?
  • Phil: I'm using satellite tracking data to determine the intra-trajectory of the meteorite.
  • Jane: He means he's trying to find out where it's come from.
  • Phil: Hey! Sometimes a little technobabble is good for the soul!
August 2014
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I bet Skye and Darcy would be insta-BFF though

like, they’d just sit around playing Mario Kart and eating Doritos all day if they could get away with it and thinking up stupid pranks to play on Tony and Coulson and the science babies (but never May because they know they’re already beat)

probably one time they were drunk and made out and were going to have sex for the hell of it because, why not, they both think each other is cute, but then the bed was really comfy so they just passed out instead and when Darcy woke up Skye was using her boobs for a pillow but she’d drooled on them, so to wake her up Darcy rubbed the spit on Skye’s face

Jemma, when she hears about the drool, is horrified but Darcy and Skye just laugh and laugh


#skye   #agents of shield   #darcy lewis   #headcanons   #aos   #mcu   #thor   
August 2014
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Children of a Fleeting World - Chapter 51 - ArticulatioHumeri - Marvel (Movies), Thor (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own] 


Chapter 51, in which Jane does fireworks, Loki draws something that could be a cow (or a horse… or a very grumpy sheep) and Darcy needs some sleep. Frost Giant tantrums! Foxes and ferrets and sprinkled donuts!

August 2014
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August 2014

Nothing left to save


She is just as broken as he is, and all he wants is to shatter her completely until there is nothing left.

Words: 516, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

from AO3 works tagged ‘James “Bucky” Barnes/Darcy Lewis’ http://ift.tt/1qlDn5P