scarletnerd05:

muffinengineer86:

write-it-motherfuckers:

Person A: “Take. It. Off.”

Person B: “No.”

Person A: “I’m serious, you have no idea what that thing can do, and you do notwant to find out.”

Person B is Darcy. I’m sure of it.

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Brock paced in front of Darcy, arms crossed, his whole aura screaming frustration. This was a typical Monday for her honestly. Darcy couldn’t remember the last time she’d managed to get through a week without Commander Rumlow pulling her aside for some reason or another (and never a fun reason either, much to her disappointment).

If Darcy were to look a little closer however, she would see that this time was perhaps a little different than the usual complaints she received from him. If she took a moment to actually pay attention, she might have noticed the concern hidden beneath the fury burning in his eyes.

But she was too busy admiring her new accessory to pay attention to what Mr. Jack booted thug was complaining to her about now.

“Darcy. Take. It. Off.” Oh that was right, for the last hour he’d been trying to convince Darcy to part with her new addition. 

Darcy was used to blocking out his rants by now, he was always finding some fault that he felt the need to stop her and complain about; her music playing too loud, bright socks not suitable for the workplace, too many kidnapping attempts in a month, blah blah blah.

Rather than pay attention, and be properly chastised like she was sure he intended, most days Darcy’s typical form of defense against his rants would be to instead fall into some rather, definitely not work place suitable, daydreams inspired by his face, and the one … or two times she caught his performances in the gym. 

So it wasn’t unusual for her to be distracted enough that she had no idea what he was talking about. But the way he was looking at her now, she recognised as his ’You better answer me, and it better be an answer I like.” face, and so she fell back on muscle memory when she replied.

“No.” 

Clearly this was not an answer he liked, but Darcy kind of prided herself on being one of the few people that could get Brock’s face to turn that exact shade of red. Plus, she really wasn’t about to give up her new accessory. 

They had bonded. She loved it, and it loved her. It was her precious.

It was only when Brock’s face turned pleading that Darcy started listening again. In all the months they’d worked in the same building, had many many confrontations, never had she seen such a look on his face, especially directed at her.

“I’m serious Darce’, you have no idea what that thing can do, and you do notwant to find out.”

Her new accessory decided to make itself known at that moment, popping up from her head with a soft “mreow”

Careful not to move her head too much less she dislodge the kitten making a home in her curls, Darcy reached up and gave a little scratch to the kitten’s jaw, its answering purr vibrating through her.

“It’s a cat Rumlow, I think I know what it can do.” Her voice was deadpan, and not appreciated if the exasperated look Brock shot her was any indication.

“It’s not a cat Darcy, It’s a Flerken and considering the only other Flerken we know has a thing about eating people maybe you shouldn’t have it on your head.”

Brock looked like he wanted to reach out and take the kitten from her, but was holding back, probably because of the whole ‘eating people’ thing, but still, just in case, Darcy pulled the kitten down into her arms and a more secure hold. 

“I’m not stupid Rumlow.” Darcy’s voice has turned hard, finally having had enough of the commanders attitude, his tone, his belief that she would fall in line like a good little soldier would. 

But Darcy wasn’t a soldier, and that was the problem.

“I know what he is. I know what he can do, and that’s kind of the point okay?!” Darcy felt something inside her snap at that moment. Everything she’d been holding back over the past few months suddenly rising to the surface, and Brock, standing before her, still looking expectantly at her to give up her kitten, was about to have it all unleashed on him.

“I have had enough. Enough of the constant kidnappings. Of waking up in unknown places, with people who are only too happy to hurt me for information and having to wait and just hope that someone notices I’m missing before the bad guys bring out the tools. I’m so done with not being able to walk down the street without a team of bodyguards following along behind me, complaining about being stuck on ‘babysitter’ duty and how they hope the next time I’m taken, the bad guys keep me.” 

Darcy was breathing hard, and she knew at least half of the floor full of Commanders and soldiers alike were now looking over. Probably exchanging money for the bets of ‘When poor little Darcy would finally break down’.

She wasn’t stupid, and she wasn’t deaf. She heard what her bodyguards would say when they thought she wasn’t listening. 

But now that she’d started, she couldn’t stop, and seeing Brock soften before her, looking like he wanted nothing more than to reach out and hold her, Darcy instead held her little kitten closer so she didn’t give into the urge to fall into his arms.

“I am tiredof only being able to eat at Shield cafeterias because there’s a chance I could be drugged and stolen away. I’m sick to death of not being able to sleep in my own bed because yet another Hydra goon has smashed out my bedroom window to try and snatch me away  And even when I can get to my bed, I can’t sleep anyway because I am scared OKAY?” 

Darcy refused to feel shame for her breakdown being witnessed by so many people. Half of this floor was filled with new agents anyway, people hired after Sheildra. After the blip. People who hadn’t been through half as much as she’d had to endure, and she was still standing. So all those onlookers could carry on with their snide jokes and laughter. Maybe she’d get let her flerken have a couple snacks before she left.

“That’s why I have a Flerken, okay Brock? Because I was scared, and Thor is an amazing big brother who brings me gifts like a mini Mjolnir and magical night lights, and a Flerken to protect me. I have Precious because he makes me feel safe.”

Brock looked… heartbroken. There was no other way to describe the look in his eye, even if Darcy didn’t know why he was looking at her like that. Didn’t he find her an annoyance too?

“Darce. I am … I am so sorry. I didn’t know. I just-” Brock apparently had decided words weren’t enough, and instead stepped forward, pulling Darcy into a warm embrace, careful not to crush her little fur baby. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would have- I would have done something. And who were these guards that were saying shit about you? I’ll sort it Darcy, I promise.”

“But why? I thought you didn’t like me either?” Darcy didn’t step back from his embrace, quite happy where she was actually, and Brock seemingly just as happy to keep hold of her, as he tightened his arms around her.

“Uh… wow, I guess I’m worse at this than I thought.” One arm left Darcy as Brock rubbed at the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Worse at what?” If Brock had a problem with Darcy snuggling deeper into his hold, he didn’t say anything.

“I was kind of … trying to flirt?” Brock’s sentence ended in a questioning tone, yet it was enough to pull Darcy out of the haze his cologne had put her in, and she stepped back, looking at him skeptically.

“You were flirting? All those times you complained about my music, saying how you should teach me about real music, or when you said my socks were weird and very ‘me’, or that Italian food is much better tha- Oh my gosh that was flirting?” Darcy was shocked, all those times she thought he’d been getting on her case, driving her crazy enough to rant to Jane for hours afterwards, he’d been trying to flirt?

“Yeah, uh. Not my best I know, but it’s been a while.” Brock’s embarrassed tone was one she’d never heard before.

“Wow you are .. really bad at that.” Darcy couldn’t help but tease. Perhaps it was because she’d just poured out her heart moments ago, but she felt like a weight had lifted from her shoulders. She felt light, and happy, and with this new revelation from Brock, strangely excited. 

“Yeah I know.” Brock’s face was turned to the floor now, so he missed the smile growing on Darcy’s face.

“Not the worst though.” At that, Brock snapped his head up to look at her watching him.

“No?” His hopeful tone had Darcy melting a little inside. 

Brock took this moment to step closer to her, reaching his hands up and gently taking hold of her arms “You know, if you don’t feel safe at home … you can always stay with me.”

“Whoa there,” Darcy chuckled softly. “How about we go on a date first and see where the night takes us?”

“Yeah?” The smile that spread across Brock’s face distracted Darcy for a moment, but movement in her arms brought her attention back, and reminded her of the little kitten sitting patiently in her arms.

“Yeah, but heads up, Precious is coming with me.”

“Of course. But uh, one question. Precious?” Tilting his head in question, looking more tempting than Darcy felt he had any right to, she was about ready to say ‘forget the date’ and suggest they go straight to his place.

“Cause he’s my precious! … and he kind of looks like smeagol.”

“Oh shit, he does!”

Absolutely fucking adorable. Also for some reason I’m not seeing when.people tag me atm *sigh*

janeykath318:

TaserBones Prompt fic: Natasha intervenes.

TaserBones for @ibelieveinturtles

Prompt: “You two are not getting out of there until you’ve sorted this whole thing out!”

She should have known it was a setup. After three years of an on again, off again relationship with a certain Strike team leader (or jack-booted thug, as she thought of him in the off times), Darcy was bound to come into proximity with Brock Rumlow eventually. Of course, when she happened to be in the same general vicinity, there happened to be a tornado siren go off and somehow they ended up sharing a panic room.

Peeved, Darcy sat as far away from him and closed her eyes tightly, hoping she’d give off enough of a “Leave me the heck alone vibe” that he wouldn’t try to talk to her.

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