#answers {Darcy Lewis}

[darcyfangirlsfrequently]

What are your favourite CM episodes? Buuut one episode per character!

OOOH fun

Starting off with our favorite, our boy:

Luke: Honestly, probably 16.10 "Dead End." For one thing, he made the Sicarius arrest!! Plus he found and saved Rossi, and I'm not going to soon forget "if we lean on each other" and "the heart wants what it wants."

And now I'm just going in order of what i think of

Penelope: 7.8, "Hope." That's the episode where she helps find a woman from her support group who was taken by the man who kidnapped her daughter, and was also at the support group. She was amazing in that episode

Tara: 13.9 "False Flag." My favorite episode, and Tara was so amazing and I love her so much

JJ: 7.24 "Run." I fucking LOVED watching her fight Izzy, and I loved the Willifer wedding. It's one of my favorite season finales (season 7 is probably my favorite as a whole)

Gideon: 1.14 "Ride the Lightning." Yes it makes me sob. Yes it's great.

Matt: 15.3 "Spectator Slowing." This is the one where he's at home with all his kids and plays games and cooks with them and it's so cute.

Reid: I'd say 11.11 "Entropy." That truly is a MASTERFUL episode.

Emily: It's a tie. 15.4 "Saturday." I love chill Emily. Also she was totally making eyes at Tara in that episode and I'm here for it. Also, 4.3 "Minimal Loss." The way she protected Reid and saved things from inside was so amazing.

Morgan: 7.18 "Foundation." This is when he befriends a victim, a young boy named Angel, who went through a lot of what Morgan went thrugh as a kid. Yes i cry but so what i love soft Morgan

Rossi: 14.8 "Ashley." This is the episode where he proposes to Krystall!! And it makes me so happy and it's great and he deserves happiness i'm so glad he and krystall are both alive and well

Hotch: 10.5 "Boxed In." This is when he meets the drag queen (?) friend of Penelope's and gets the Darth Vader costume for Jack. I love Dad Hotch.

Elle: 1.5 "Broken Mirror." She literally steps on a man. That's all I have to say.

Alex: 8.10 "The Lesson." This is when she has the "why wouldn't she like you?" conversation with Reid

Kate: 10.1 "X." Right from the beginning i loved her. She was so funny and badass and I miss her

#Darcy answers #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds reboot #Criminal Minds Evolution #Luke Alvez #Penelope Garcia #Tara Lewis #Jennifer Jareau #Jason Gideon #Matt Simmons #Spencer Reid #Emily Prentiss #Derek Morgan #David Rossi #Aaron Hotchner #Elle Greenaway #Alex Blake #Kate Callahan

[beheworthy]

Before Thor1, Thor never went to Earth?

No, he has. That's why the Vikings worship them as Gods.

1. We see Odin visit Midgard in the opening of Thor1. You have to assume Thor was with him. In any case, Thor would need to be here then or some other time for the Vikings to worship him.

2. Darcy and Jane talk about the Aesir visiting Midgard and a primitive culture like the Vikings seeing powered beings as Gods.

3. In the Thor1 junior novelization, The Warriors Three mention visiting Midgard before and Jane says that would be a thousand yrs ago.

My guy is 1500 years old. He has been to places. Just don't think about Thor looking exactly like this before Jane was even born and we're good 💀

#answers #anonymous #thor #thor odinson #midgard #vikings #odin #jane foster #darcy lewis #thor junior novel #volstagg

[tonystarktogo]

"You know you belong to us and we'll anyone who tries to change that." With whoever two you're feelin with our boy

There's a moment of silence.

Then Tony crosses his arms -- slowly because his bruised ribs hurt like hell -- and raises his eyebrows. Pointedly.

If he could pull of the Glare of Doom™, he'd be aiming for that. But that's really more Natasha's thing than his, so the eyebrows and unamused expression will have to do.

"You wanna try that again?" he asks drily when it becomes clear that Loki hasn't noticed -- or is ignoring -- Tony's wordless demand.

Darcy doesn't look up from where she's scrolling on her phone. Clearly she's got better things to do than help Loki climb out of the hole he dug himself into. Probably plotting revenge.

Or possibly tweeting about Thor's latest attempt to conquer the microwave.

(Let's just say Tony's gonna need a new microwave and leave it at that. Please.)

Loki sighs the most put-upon sigh Tony has heard since his MIT-days where he's put a lot of effort into exasperating a certain professor of his. The asshole even rolls his eyes like he thinks Tony's just being silly but he's gonna take the grown-up road and indulge him.

Joke's on Loki because Tony's never chosen a grown-up option in his life.

"Yes, yes, you belong to yourself and no one else. Now can we kill that insignificant worm for touching you?"

Tony smirks.

"What makes you think there's anything left for you to kill?"

#ReRe answers #mynerdrage #Tony Stark #Loki #Darcy Lewis #listen Tony would usually let that possessiveness slide (because he loves it) but if you give Loki an inch he takes it as invitation #and that's just inviting trouble #ReRe writes #drabble #possessive Loki

[pennywaltzy]

orange

Finally, I have gone back and written the fic that is set before "A Priceless Gift" where we get to see Darcy distressed about her future with Loki! This is the first fic in my anniversary prompt-a-thon as well, with the color picked by @strangelock221b (orange).

Worries (A "Just Pieces On The Board" Story) - After a discussion with Jane about her pregnancy, Darcy worries about her future with Loki.

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“Is this safe?” Darcy looked at the collection of bottles holding chemicals and then picked up a bottle with orange liquid in it before looking at Jane. “We’re going to be having kids in here.”

“Oh, they aren’t coming into this part of the lab,” Jane said, waving her hand. “I was figuring we’d take them to the telescope that Stark put on the roof. We can talk more about the 'astro' part of astrophysics up there. The rest of the tour is going to be done by Bruce away from the chemicals. We don’t need another lab accident among Peter’s classmates.”

“It’s weird to think that Tony’s son is a superhero,” Darcy said, shaking her head. “I mean, Queens isn’t too large compared to, like, a whole city by itself, but to do all that patrolling and we didn’t even notice?”

“Well, there was Daredevil in Hell’s Kitchen to worry about,” Jane said. “And remember: only Ned and Michelle know. So keep your lips zipped when Peter’s classmates are here.”

Darcy mimed zipping her lips, locking them, and throwing away the key before looking at Jane’s rounded belly. “How’s it going being preggers?”

“It’s rough sometimes,” she said. “But I’m happy. I never thought I’d be a mom, and I definitely never expected to have a kid with Thor, but I’m content. I can’t wait for it to be over, though.”

Darcy laughed a bit at that and then Jane turned her attention to other things to set up for the visit from Peter and his classmates, but the thought of pregnancy lingered in her brain like an itch she couldn’t scratch. She brooded in quiet when the kids weren’t paying attention to her, and she continued to brood as she headed back to her apartment.

Loki was there, talking on the phone with somebody, and she studied him. He was a loner, but not by nature and more by circumstance. While the Avengers trusted him now, there were still those who remembered that Loki was the Trickster God, as well as the reason for the Battle of New York, and felt uneasy around him. He didn’t seem to let it phase him, preferring the company of those from Asgard and the Avengers. But she had a flash of an image of him holding a baby and suddenly she started to cry because that was never going to be a thing for them.

Her choked sob caught his attention and he quickly ended his call to come to comfort her. “Darcy? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t have your baby,” she said. “I’m not like Jane. I just…”

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. “What brought this on?”

“Jane is happy being pregnant,” she said between sniffles, now that her nose was buried in Loki’s shoulder. “And I can’t get pregnant with your baby because I’m not special like Jane.”

“If that’s all that worries you, we can figure something out should we get to a point in our relationship where we want children,” he said, rubbing her back.

“But it’s more than that. Jane is going to live a long life and I’m-- I’m going to die on you.” Fresh tears sprang forth. “You don’t deserve to be alone. You deserve to be loved for the rest of your life.”

“I know,” he said in soothing tones. “We can...we can look into things, talk to Mother. Talk to that Doctor that works out of the Sanctum Santorum. Just please, don’t cry.” She shut her eyes and held him close as he continued to rub her book, and eventually, the tears subsided and she was back to sniffles. She pulled away and he wiped her eyes for her and then kissed her forehead. “I promise, Darcy, I will look everywhere I can to find answers. Please don’t dwell on it.”

“Okay,” she said.

“Would you like Thai and ‘Clue’ tonight?” he asked, leading her to the sofa and then sitting next to her when she sat down.

“Yes please.”

“Alright.” He leaned over and pressed a kiss in her hair, and she leaned into him before he put his arm around her shoulders. She trusted him to find answers if there were answers to be found. But he was right; she couldn’t dwell on it because it would drive her crazy. She just had to trust him, and thankfully, she already did.

#mcu #marvel cinematic universe #tasertricks #loki x darcy #fanfic #fanfiction #darcy lewis #jane foster #loki laufeyson #my stuff #answering asks! #afteriwake's 25th Anniversary Prompt-A-Thon

[indynerdgirl]

📚📚📚 stacks on stacks on stacks

share as much as you like my love

Thank you, my dear! I'm so excited to talk about these fics because I've never really had anyone to talk to about fic writing and I've wanted to talk about these for ages! 😊

So here are three Top Gun: Maverick specific fics kicking around in my head:

The first one is a bit self-indulgent. Kind of how you want a tall OC, I'm always wanting to make someone Catholic in my fics. This one is also kind of angsty, but not in a bad way. In the og Top Gun movie, we see Goose wearing a little gold cross necklace so I headcanon that he's not only religious but Catholic. I go back and forth on Carole being Catholic as well, but in my headcanon she's always at least Christian. So in this fic Bradley had been raised Catholic but by the events of the movie, he'd fallen away. Even though he was no longer a practicing Catholic, he does still wear his dad's gold cross necklace all the time.

The birdstrike happens and after the argument with Maverick & finding out that Ice has died Bradley goes for a walk and finds himself in front of a Catholic church (Did I do a google search to see if there is a Catholic church within walking distance of NAS North Island? Yes. Yes, I did. Did I find one? Also, yes.). He realizes the church is open and after a moment decides to go inside where he sits down in a back pew. He hasn't been inside a church in years (he either stopped going to church after Carole died or when he went off to college) so the sensory experience starts bringing back a lot of memories for him.

He starts thinking about the birdstrike again & how he almost lost his friends and then he also starts thinking about Ice & his relationship with Maverick. He starts having this internal dialogue with himself about faith & life and how his parents would be disappointed in him with how he's been treating Maverick. He realizes he's let his anger deprive him of what family he has left and the fics ends with him resolving to start mending his relationship with Mav right away because as shown by the birdstrike, you don't know how much time you could have left with someone.

*****

The second fic I basically wrote in my head while driving down to Knoxville & back last month and it kind of got away from me! I literally talked it out loud to myself in the car and probably sounded like a crazy person if anyone had been able to hear me. 😆 It's a TGM AU where Bradley does go to the Naval academy & he and Mav don't have that huge fallout (or I have this become an AU to my own 'Goose Doesn't Die' AU). While at the academy Bradley & Jake meet freshman year and become rivals (I keep going back & forth on if Natasha & Callie should also be in their year or be a year younger than them, but they're also there).

Also in this AU, both boys have a younger sister that also follows them into the academy with the girls being freshmen when the boys are juniors (I've also been kicking around the idea of having the others also all be at the academy in a mix of years with maybe Bob & Mickey being in the girls' year). The girls were already best friends before they started school having met each other during one of the family weekends during Bradley & Jake's freshmen year (this is something that annoys both boys 😆). They also become friends with Natasha & Callie, with those two becoming like older sisters to the younger girls.

So during the two years when all four siblings are at school together a few things happen:

1) Bradley & Jake start becoming more friends than rivals as they're forced to spend more time together thanks to their sisters always wanting to hang out together with both of them.

2) The boys each start falling for the other's sister but each of them is an idiot & decided that they can't tell the other one about their feelings because of some stupid "bro code" thing of you can't date your friend's sister. Cue the boys being grumpy & trying to subtly scare away any other guys who showed interest in the girls under the guise of "watching out for their friend's sister".

3) The girls each start falling for the other's brother and immediately tell each other because they're smarter than the boys. It doesn't take them long to realize their respective crushes feel the same way about them but are too dumb/stubborn to say anything. Cue the girls letting the boys scare away any other guys while being not exactly subtly in whose company they prefer.

4) The girls make a pact that if the boys don't get their heads out of their asses and make a move by graduation, the girls will make their own move.

Surprising no one, the boys don't ever make a move in those two years despite Phoenix & Callie constantly telling them they're both idiots. It's now the girls' graduation & the boys have taken them out for drinks after dinner with their two families. While the girls have gone off to the restroom for a few minutes Bradley & Jake finally fess up to each other about their feelings toward the other's sister. Both realize they're actually okay with it as they both think no one is good enough for their sister so if their sister has to be with someone, it might as well be their best friend (because by now the boys have become best friends). They decide that when the girls get back they'll lay their cards on the table and let the girls decide what to do with them.

Meanwhile, in the restroom, the girls are finalizing their plan to get the boys to realize the only guys they've been interested in for the last four years have been them. They decide that when it comes to their respective idiot (affectionate) brothers, actions speak louder than words. They leave the restroom and walk back over to where the boys are leaning against the bar. As the boys are opening their mouths to tell the girls their feelings about them, each girl pops up on their toes, lays their hands on the boys' shoulders, and lays a quick kiss on their guy.

The boys are shocked into silence as their brains shortcircuit. After their brains reboot, each boy quickly kisses their girl back. Then words are said, feelings are acknowledged, lots of affectionate eye-rolling from the girls is done, and then it's happily ever after. 😊

*****

The third fic is a crossover fic with my absolute favorite MCU fic series: We'll Run Like We're Awesome by @themonkeycabal. This series retells the events of the MCU using the trope of the character of Darcy Lewis (from the Thor movies) being Tony Stark's daughter.

This one is just another self-indulgent fic so that I can the TGM universe into the Run 'Verse. 😆 I actually don't have as solid an idea for this one as the other two, but I have already written out a couple ways I could make it happen in this post.

This post got a lot longer than I thought it would be, but I had fun writing everything out, so thank you for indulging me! 😊

#answered asks #asks #fic asks #my fanfiction #my fanfic #tgm #tgm fanfiction #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #jake seresin #the run verse #darcy lewis #tony stark #mcu fanfiction

[gaelic-symphony]

Ofc you are the authority on Tara Lewis, you were my encyclopedia when I was writing my Temily High School AU

I am so happy to be the authority on Tara Lewis! Seriously if anyone ever wants to know anything about her character or get advice on how to write her, my ask box is open!

#asked and answered #darcy #criminal minds #tara lewis

[secretswritten]

@theassxt​ asked:  “how do i stop growing up? this isn’t fun anymore.” @ darcy

“Growing old is not a choice, growing up is totally a choice,” she pointed out, draped over a couch, arm draped over her face. She could relate to his dilemma way too much.

#answers #answers {darcy lewis} #theassxt #v: main {darcy lewis}

[alotofpockets]

Hii, do you write for Darcy Lewis?

Hi! I don't write for Darcy. Maybe someone can share some Darcy writers they like?

#pockets answers #darcy lewis #darcy lewis x reader

[stxr-crxssed]

@darknessin said: “Well, pretend I’m not here. What would you say if nobody could hear it?”  @ darcy

Noticing Trauma Starters

Darcy gave him an incredulous look, "I wouldn't say anything. I'm not that neurotic."

"I mean," she stopped herself and corrected, "I am neurotic, just not that neurotic." Under his gaze she sighed and turned to face forward, shutting her eyes. The silence only lasted a moment before her eyes shot back open.

"Wait, does that mean you talk to yourself?"

#darknessin #the void screams back: raven answered #Darcy Lewis ; #Darcy Lewis: thread ; #tw: slur #Bruce Wayne & Darcy Lewis ; #thread ; #idk if neurotic is technically a slur but I know some people use it as one so we're covering the bases

[shego89notabot]

Just introduced my 68 yr old mother to the adorable, funny, sweet show, Jane the Virgin. We watched the first two episodes together and she loved it! But now she wants to keep watching it but I had to tell her we don’t have time this weekend to watch the entire series AND catch up to Great British Baking Show. THAT’S the excuse I gave her when I really just want to drink more tequila and think about my WIP that I might actually make progress on.

How many of you have written while drunk? Then posted it?

A Different Path - Is it wrong to want everyone to just get along?

Self doubt can be a bitch.

I want to write a story where Tony and Steve just get along.

Too Pollyanna? Too good to be true?

Anxiety says yes.

Tequila says “Bitch, fanfiction is for YOU! Write what you want to read!!! Angst can SUCK IT!!!”

#jane the virgin #old ladies #tequila #drunk writing #fuck angst #fuck anxiety #marvel fanfiction #darcyland #darcy lewis #ao3fic #fanfiction is not the answer its the solution #fanfiction is life #angst free zone #fanfiction is better than canon

[darcyfangirlsfrequently]

If you were the writer of Criminal Minds, what would you do differently?

Garvez

Queer Emily

Garvez

Happy characters

Garvez

Tebecca would never break up

Garvez

Morgan would come back

Garvez

Krystall would be alive

Garvez

Have I mentioned Garvez

#Darcy answers #Garvez #Penelope Garcia #Luke Alvez #Emily Prentiss #Tara Lewis #Rebecca Wilson #Tebecca #Derek Morgan #Krystall Richards #David Rossi #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds reboot #Criminal Minds Evolution #CME spoilers

[beheworthy]

I'm an angst lover and I loved the gifsef of a crying thor. I raise you a new idea: people being needlessly mean to thor. Darcy, Jane (a bit, ok, he was freaking them out), shield, fury, LOKI, valkyrie, hulk, ultron (he tries to talk to the robot). He offers them to surrender first but they don't give him any option

Thank you!!!!

But I'm sorry I won't be able to make the set you asked. Because fans of all those characters will attack me then :( Like, you're absolutely correct that he's treated like trash by people, especially in Thor3 and Avengers4, but fans of those characters don't see it that way.

Though I will add that Darcy and Jane weren't mean to him in my opinion.

But I see ya, my man has been hurt by people a lot. With 0 accountability on their part. (:

#answers #anonymous #thor #thor odinson #darcy lewis #jane foster #ppl be like those characters are justified in bullying him in avengers4 & thor3 #because they have had struggles in life or that's just how they are #as if that gives you a free pass to treat people like trash #fandom negativity

[unholyhelbig]

the oversight part 5? i love that series!

Title: The Oversight [Part 5/7]

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Wordcount: 7589

Warnings: Blood, guns, general violence, empty threats, angst, and horrible grammar.

[A/n: Listen, I straight up just finished watching 'The Iron Claw' and if you value your ability to hold it together, I suggest not seeing it. But also... go see it because it's phenomenal. Oh, and Happy Holidays!, like with most things, I regret my direction on this.]

[ Part one | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven ]

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Softly, you denied the small wooden bowl that was passed person to person, filled with numbers scribbled haplessly on strips of paper. There was a pit of guilt in your stomach for not bringing a white elephant gift- but as the honorary plus one of Darcy Lewis you succumbed to your fate. She’d drawn a middle grade number and sidled up next to you with her third vodka tonic.

You took a swallow of your own cranberry flavored drink, something that masked the sharp taste of alcohol. You were feeling fuzzy, but in the light way that would assure you’d get through the rest of party and the competitive game of gift swapping.

“Thanks for doing this,” Darcy said to you, nudging your shoulder “it was a little too fancy for my liking.”

She had stressed that she needed your presence to get through all the small talk about science. Darcy was an expert engineer but she could only go so far when it came to awkward co-workers murmuring amongst the twinkling Christmas lights and pre-paid meals. She got along well with most, but you could sense her anxiety well.

“Of course, you know I’d never turn down smoked salmon.”

Truthfully, it sounded a lot better than what your own work was planning. It took some quiet background checks and calling babysitting references, but you eventually conceded to a teenage girl that was certified in CPR and didn’t charge interest.

Your own holiday celebration at the Diner had been lackluster and consisted of much more alcohol. This was quiet and subdued, and a welcome break from the usual chaos that surrounded your life. You were more than happy to watch people tear paper from candles and blankets and ornaments.

“How much money do you want to put on Jimmy bringing some sort of magic kit?”

You hadn’t noticed the girl that hugged the side of the bar, waving down the bartender wordlessly. She was drinking something sweet and garnished with orange. She had a beautiful smile and the clearest eyes you had ever seen. Darcy smiled at her with familiarity and it eased you.

“I don’t bet on things I’m going to lose.” Darcy said with finality. “Y/n, this is Monica Rambeau.”

“It’s nice to meet you,”

Her grip was firm, and you squeezed her hand back with the same amount of pressure. Her smile widened at that before the bartender returned with a fresh drink garnished with another twirled orange peel. The two of you separated.

“So, Monica, what do you do?”

Something in science, the answer was obvious if she was at this holiday party. But she humored you all the same, turning her back to the counter and leaning close to you. There was pride in her answer, and it bloomed in her chest.

“I’m a mechanical engineer, specializing in astrophysics and astrobiology.”

“Don’t’ sell yourself short.” Darcy interjected with a watery laugh “She’s the head of our S.W.O.R.D division.”

Darcy had spoken about this before and the name rang familiar. Her company was looking at alternative fuel sources that could supply space exploration. All the while, they focused on vertical growing and bettering the community. From what you understood, this was a big deal. She was a big deal.

“Wow, that’s very impressive Ms. Rambeau”

Your voice was filled with genuine awe, but your conversation was cut short when the number sixteen was called out. Monica sheepishly pulled herself away from the bar and held her strip of paper up before approaching the table filled with wrapped gifts. She went for a medium-sized one adorned in reindeer.

“Oh wow!” She forced a smile, voice sweet like honey “A magic kit!”

The air in your room was stale and fought you as you pulled it into your lungs. You’d, at some point, kicked off your comforter and were splayed out on your sheets in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts and an oversized shirt. Sweat hat soaked through both and the fabric clung to your skin.

On a blind instinct you grabbed at the gun under your nightstand, fastened by nothing more than duct tape. You could feel your heart in your throat and struggled to swallow it down again. You weren’t sure when this became second nature for you, something within the last two months of accompanying Natasha to the gun range for hours a time.

All the same, you held the tip of the weapon to the ground and rounded the corner of your bedroom into the dark hallway. You were unsettled from the dream you’d just had. The memory. Your subconscious had finally connected the woman who stood at Carol’s side. Her familiarity.

Monica Rambeau.

It was true, there was a stark coldness to her when you’d met at a Christmas party just the year before. It was only in passing and there were moments, like at the fair, when Darcy would mention her co-worker.

This changed things. Anxiety spiked haplessly, even as you diligently searched and cleared each room the way you had been taught. Keep your gun down, keep your eyes on the darkest corners of the room, ready to fire your weapon at any point. Especially if it was aimed at Natasha.

There was the slight movement of a shadow to your left and you quickly raised the gun, aiming it directly at the disturbance. Veronica stood on a chair in the kitchen, struggling to fill a glass with warm water, the only temperature that the faucet would allow.

You let out a quiet, mortified sigh before tucking the weapon into the waistband of your shorts. Your daughter blinked with wide eyes and that same guilty feeling flooded you at once, overtaking the anxiety.

“Baby,” You breathed, closing the distance between you and flicking on the overhead lights. You both flinched at their harshness but eventually blinked the shock away. “What are you doing up?”

You didn’t expect an answer, nor did you get one. Instead, you scooped her up under her arms and set her gently on the linoleum. There was water in the fridge, but she always had issues pouring it from the large jug. Ronnie was stubborn and shot you a frown at your intrusion.

“Don’t give me that look, kid.”

Her expression eased and you dumped the water down the drain before refilling the glass with something colder and more refreshing. Ronnie gulped it down eagerly, soaking the collar of her shirt with the liquid. She let out an appeased noise and wiped the rest of the water away from her mouth. She stood on her tip-toes and placed the glass in the sink.

“Couldn’t sleep, huh? Me either.”

You tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She blinked tiredly at you, your heart melting at the sight. It was easy to remember the words Natasha had trusted you with on the Ferris Wheel. Veronica would talk when she wanted to, but you had become quite good at reading her expressions and movements. Within the last month, you had stopped the long drives and the specialists. It eased you both.

“How about a sleepover?”

The exhaustion turned into joy and then combined within her look. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you scooped her up. She was getting too big for this, but you didn’t much care. You’d gotten stronger in the last few months and even if you hadn’t, you’d do the same.  

With a show of dramatics you tossed her onto the bed and replaced the duvet that you’d flung off. Carefully, as Ronnie’s stare averted, you placed the gun in the drawer next to your bed. The last thing you did was prop the window open, letting out the flat air and letting in the sound of the city.

Ronnie was pulled flush against your chest in a matter of moments, though you had suddenly lost all exhaustion. You listened to the sirens, to the calls of people just ending their nights. If you listened hard enough, you could hear the horns of the boats that settled into the harbor.

“I love you so much.” You whispered into the small of her neck, “One day I’m going to get us out of here.”

Veronica didn’t respond, but the squeeze her little hand gave yours was all the reassurance that you needed.

Clint swallowed down steaming black coffee without blowing on it to cool it down. The nutty scent filled the cab of the car and warmed your nerves. He drank like your daughter did, but with the purpose of waking himself up before the sun. You never did get back to sleep and were wired enough to refuse the cup he offered you this morning.

He’d knocked on your door as the orange sun moved over the horizon. You were to accompany him to the docks to check on business. This somehow seemed less intimidating than the dinner you’d attended with Natasha.

“It’ll be easy. We have a chokehold on the harbor, we just have to check with a few of the vendors to collect their dock rent and call it a day. Everything else is done under the table. People aren’t too happy because at the end of the day, we’re the ones that take money from them. But it’s a necessary evil.”

You nodded and watched as the city went by. It was peaceful, quiet. There had been a single foster home that you stayed in that had a view of the entire skyline. You were too far away to see the bustling people and the everyday chaos that accompanied it.

There were, of course, moments of calm when you would work the early morning shift at the diner. But that would always shatter by the time you made the two minute walk from your apartment to the back door that was choked with the scent of garbage and cheap cigarettes.

“We have some invitations to hand out too. In the glovebox.”

You furrowed your brow and popped it open. His weapon (or his second, or third) sat upon a stack of manilla cards with elegant writing on them that had to be done by hand. You inspected them but didn’t’ dare separate the paper.

“What are these for?”

“Nat throws a party for her benefactors every single year. It’s real fancy, a suit and tie thing. Her renters are invited too and if they have the balls to show up, they always have a good time. She makes sure of it.”

“We’re expected to attend?”

He nodded, “It’s a requirement, really. As Natasha’s right hand. You go where she goes and once your probationary period is over, you’ll be on her like glue. Though, I don’t think that’ll be much of a problem.”

You frowned at his statement, his insinuation. Sure, you had gotten close to Natasha, had even grown to like her. She had a way of getting under your skin until it felt like she lived in it. Otherwise, you would have cut your losses long ago and let her slit your throat the first moment she met you.

There was a feeling of devotion that you felt the need to uphold. She had spared your life, after all. You’d spent the last two and a half months with her guiding you, teaching you how to obey her every word. Without fault, you would. Clint knew it, Kate and Yelena knew it. You knew it.

Instead of admitting it, you frowned and slumped further in your seat, struggling to ignore Clint’s own shit-eating expression. By the time he pulled to a stop, it had started to drizzle enough for him to flick his wipers on. The sound of them scraping against the window filled the silence.

You took careful attention to stay quiet and observe. Your gun was strapped carefully to your side and the invitations rested in your side pocket. You didn’t dare get them wet and let the ink run in a soupy mess. It had been years since you’d been out here and part of you was unsteady on the aged and slick wood.

“Sam is a cool guy. His family has hold on a good portion of the harbor. He likes to joke, so don’t pay him any mind.” Clint jabbed you with his elbow. “And loosen up a little bit, would you?”

You glowered at him and rubbed the stiff spot on your ribs but felt your shoulders lower a bit. There was a lot of weight behind this, that had been made clear to you the second you were inducted into this system.

Instead of heading directly down the long stretches of worn dock, Clint took a turn just before the asphalt ended. A small structure that looked less weathered than the rest of your surroundings rested at the lots end. The windows were thick enough to withstand the watery winds.

Clint stilled his large hand shooting out across your chest. It took you a few seconds to clock the shattered glass on the front door. Small smears of crimson pocked the shards that remained. Much like the evening before, you drew your gun on instinct, and Clint did the same.

He didn’t take care to hide your presence. Instead, he took the brunt of his large boot and cracked through the doorframe with the force of one kick. Wood splintered, raining down on linoleum and a desk that was easily from the 70’s.

You could smell the blood before you saw it, nearly sliding on the flooring. You caught yourself before that happened, heart pounding in your ears. “Fuck!”

“Jesus Christ,” Clint mirrored your sentiments.

Whoever had been here was long gone, but they’d left quite the mess. They’d torn through the filing cabinets, leaving legal papers and folders scattered against the desk and the expanse of cabin space.

You tracked the source of the pooling blood with little difficulty. A man- one that you had rightly never seen before- was laying on his back, facing the ceiling. From edge to edge of his throat was a long cut leaking an ugly red color. His stare was frosty, soaked into his sweatshirt.

It was like a car crash, something that you struggled to avert your eyes from until Clint physically grasped your chin and turned your attention to him. “Hey, you alright?”

“Yeah, yes. Good.” You answered cooly, swallowing whatever dryness was in your throat. “Who would do something like this?”

“Carol… one of her lackeys. This is an eye for an eye thing.”

Even if it was an act of revenge, this was extensive. It sent a clear message even if you didn’t’ exactly know all the specifics of the feud. Of course, you’d seen Yelena at work and even that was mild compared to the brutality of this.

The thought of Monica, if it even had been her, completing a task as unfeeling as this filled your veins with ice. You felt your nails dig into your palms, soft and stinging. There was a surge of anger, and sadness that mixed into resolution. Natasha was right to despise the Danver’s family. Any family that treated the world with this much cruelty.

Natasha was in the gym on the second floor. Large windows overlooked the backyard, and a prolonged view of the harbor. There were blue mats adorning the floor, and a few wracks meant for weightlifting.

You had never seen this part of the house before. Usually the weather permitted sparring outside, but the late summer rain had made that impossible. Sheets of water obscured your usual view, though, it wasn’t exactly trained on the windows.

Natasha had her back facing you, her breathing timed evenly with each punch she threw at an 80-pound bag filled with sand. She wore tight-fitting shorts and a sports bra that left little to the imagination. Not that you had imagined her in that situation before.

Her muscles tightened and relaxed with each movement. They were scarred in a deep orchid pink, long ago healed. At one point, she was lashed. You recognized the damage done by a leather belt and shivered at the memory of it.

Natasha was fit, she was coated in a layer of sweat that dripped across her strength. You had to be clear minded for this and the state of her wasn’t making it easy on you. Her knuckles were wrapped, and she would grunt with each thrust of her fist. For just a moment, you wished you were under her mercy instead of the punching bag.  

That broke when she panted against the bag, stopping its swinging with a firm grasp on either side. “Are you just going to stand there and watch?”

Natasha had focused her green eyes on you through the reflection of the window. Of course, you hadn’t intended to gawk as long as you had. But you were leaning against the doorframe of the gym, practically drooling. You had forgotten yourself and you wouldn’t’ put it past Natasha to notice.

She turned to you, a wolfish smile on her face. “Take your jacket off. Holster too.”

You struggled to ignore the haughty expression on her face when you did exactly what she said without question, almost too eagerly, depositing them on the edge of the mat. You pushed your shoes off too, knowing not to track mud on any of Natasha’s carpets.

Her eyebrow lifted at the action. She’d moved closer during your actions, and you’d nearly run into her before noticing. Her presence was intoxicating. All-consuming.

“You’re here to tell me something,” She proclaimed “you’ve got that adorable look on your face. It’s good to know someone in this house still fears me.”

She was joking and it tugged at your heart to send that mood down to the ground before lighting it on fire. You’d expected her to be in poorer spirits after Clint had called her and let her know what had happened at the harbor. Instead, she responded in her same calculated coolness that she regarded you with now.

There was nothing about her demeanor that eased you, and suddenly, it felt like you were being scolded for a decision you had made. Even more so when she grasped your chin and forced you to look at her.

“That woman with Carol from the other night. I know her. Briefly.”

“Briefly?”

“As in, I met her at a Christmas party a few years back and… left with her.”

Natasha’s grip tightened against your chin, her thumb digging into your jaw. There was too much alcohol flowing that night and after making stinted conversation about how to disconnect two metal rings smoothly, the two of you went back to her apartment.

Before the sun came up, you left. There was shame in it, and the walk back to your own apartment punctuated with Darcy’s scolding was enough to make you forget the encounter altogether. It was one night- a fun night, but singular all the same.

Natasha let out a small noise of disapproval that sunk straight to your core. “Is that so?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Does she remember you?”

“It… didn’t seem like it.”

Her eyes narrowed, nose a short distance from your own. You could feel the hotness of her breath against your throat. How you had disappointed her. That much was clear from the lack of tenderness in her grasp. She eventually released you, trailing her fingers down the expanse of your neck.

She played with the small charm of your necklace, nothing more than a dainty gold chain with the tiniest whisper of a diamond in the center. Your skin prickled at the sensation, breath audibly catching as she worked her fingers over the length of chain.

“Well, I suppose this could be a problem. Especially with Carols violent behavior lately.”

Natasha sighed dramatically, and within an instant her nimble hand had tightened around your throat. She walked you the three steps backwards to the nearest wall. The small of your back landed with a heady thud and you used the last of your available breath to grunt out in protest.

Of course, you had seen her angry before, but it was never directed at you. Not like this. She wasn’t squeezing tight enough to injure you, not really. But the shock of the movement had made you think she would end you all the same.

“You should have come to me right away, pet.” Her grasp tightened; words growled. “And here I thought you were such a good, obedient, girl.”

Her words filled you with an immense shame for letting her down. Over the past few months, it had become impossible to be anything but perfect for Natasha Romanoff. The fact that you hadn’t connected the dots sooner was disillusioning.

The grip against your throat loosened ever so slightly as she leaned closer, her lips nearly ghosting your own. You could barely taste her, a strangled whimper escaping you. She pressed her body close. It was warm and overwhelming.

“I expect you to handle this on your own if it becomes a problem, darling.”

Before you could close the distance, Natasha pulled away from you entirely. It left you panting against the wall, wanting for something more. She knew exactly what she was doing. You craved her more than anything, and she had brought you so close to something you both wanted before denying it altogether.

Natasha sauntered, actually sauntered, across the gym and grabbed a towel from a nearby bench. She regarded you with flushed cheeks, her eyebrow raised as if nothing had just happened and you supposed that nothing did.

“Clint has told you about the party?” It took a few seconds before you found your voice, after her gentle urgings “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes ma’am. He did.”

She reached for a water bottle, exchanging it’s spot on the bench for the towel. She takes three hungry swallows, and you watched the way her throat moved in response to the water. Each of her movements seemed deliberate, nearly calculated to get a reaction out of you.

“Perfect. Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours about what to wear. I’ll lay a dress out in your room.”

“My room?” Your words were squeaked.

There was a short hum in response as she gulped down another helping of water before setting it down entirely. That anger had ebbed away from her almost entirely. The fire that had been within her eyes excited you, and despite yourself, so did her demands.

“You’re so skittish. Come here. We need to work on your lead hook.”

Natasha didn’t offer to wrap your knuckles, nor did you ask. Instead, you leaned into the bag, letting the course material cut into your knuckles with a welcoming sting.

There was great thought put into any Romanoff party that was thrown. Lights were wrapped around the banister, and caterers walked through the teems of people with unwavering silver trays of finger food that cost more than your old salary for a number of months.

Back storm doors were opened to the pool, lit up and buzzing with an equal amount of people. Natasha had hired a piano player who haplessly pressed down on keys and drew a small crowd with each song that would crescendo into the dining room.

The overlapping theme was a dark forest green that reminded you much of the paint color slathered on Natasha’s bedroom walls. Something you hadn’t seen in months, but remembered so fondly. It was clear that she wanted to present a united force, something strong and unwavering in their power.

Clint was dawned with a finely pressed suit and a deep green tie that matched the shade of Kate’s dress to the very hue. She wore something silk and modest, reaching down to her heeled feet but leaving her muscular arms entirely bare.

Yelena stunned in a dress of her own, a crushed sage velvet that had a dipping neckline and sleeves that met at her wrist. By the confidence of her stride, you had no trouble believing she had chosen the outfit with the thought of how many weapons she could conceal. Her devilish smile only confirmed your thoughts.

As of you, Natasha had picked out something a little more revealing. Much like the maroon number she wore to dinner the other night, the dress she chose for you hugged every inch of your body. Its fern color complimented your complexion, bringing out the redness of your cheeks.

A slit moved from the base of your dress to the middle of your thigh. A halter neckline clung to your breasts, nearly pushing them up and out. It had been years, high school prom, since you’d worn something even close to this. You felt your shoulders flush red when you descended the stairs and struggled to blend in.

Natasha was sidled up by the mantel in deep conversation with someone who was a stranger to you. Most of the people here were. Though, their hands gave way to their high-ranking positions in the city. Few had callouses or oil stains.

She was in a three-piece suit that was color matched to your own outfit down to the shade. There were gold accents on her jewelry and the neckline of her waistcoat dipped down the tanned expanse of her skin.

Kate let out a low whistle in response to your entrance as she offered you a hand at the base of the stairs. You’d almost missed the last one due to your shameless gawking at the woman of the party. “Quite the looker, y/n. Natasha chose this?”

“Naturally,”

She chuckled softly, a small sound “Nothing if not calculating. Do you know how to socialize at one of these things?”

“Mm, as the caterer, yes.”

This seemed to amuse her more than you’d like. Katherine Elizabeth Bishop was a name that you had reluctantly googled early on in your employment. She had grown up wealthy and well acquainted with gatherings such as these. Of course, that was before her mother wound up incarcerated for white-collar crimes. The skills seemed to benefit her here, however.

Kate did everything with practiced fluidity that you envied. She plucked two champagne glasses from a nearby tray. “Only one of these, nurse it like your life depends on it. That way they won’t keep trying to shove alcohol into your hands. This is work, after all.”

You followed her lead and took a small sip of the bubbling, sour liquid. It was more expensive than anything you had ever had before and far-from-palatable. It wouldn’t be had to keep the drinking at bay.

“The man that Yelena is schmoozing over there is Billy Russo. Jigsaw. He’s in charge of the lower quarter. The Romanoff’s and the Russo’s have a cordial relationship and Yelena is much more feared than him.”

“Why do they call him jigsaw?” You whispered.

“He tends to chop people into pieces until they’re impossible to put back together. And that’s if you find all the missing parts. He has a very nice summer home up in the Poconos, so don’t get on his bad side.”

Suddenly the drink in your hand didn’t look too bad, but you held it right where it was. Clint was laughing by the window, obviously pushing his charm on a woman that you had never clocked before. She was running her fingers up his tie, tightening it before letting her hands drop.

“Barton is with Ophelia Sarkissian, the Viper. She is known for her cunning leadership. She’s got a huge organization in Hell’s Kitchen. Something called Hydra. I wouldn’t worry too much about it though because Natasha is keeping a tight eye on it.”

“Mm, cut one head off, two more grow back.”

“What?”

“Greek mythology. Hydra is a big water snake that has nine heads. Each time one was cut off two more would grow back in its place. It was practically unkillable until Hercules came through the marshes with his nephew. Hercules would slice each head off while Iolaus cauterized the wounds so the heads couldn’t grow back.”

Kate blinked at you with shock in her eyes. You simply gave her a shrug in return. People constantly underestimated you and your intelligence. Besides, when you were a child, you had a morbid fascination with Greek mythology as a whole.

She stared beyond your shoulder, lilting her head to the side.

“I didn’t realize that Natasha’s new plaything was so knowledgeable.”

Ice ran thorough your veins. Your eyes darted to the window where Clint and Mrs. Sarkissian had once been. It was vacant now, and an expertly painted hand drummed past your arm. They were sharp and sent chills down your spine as she rounded you, sidling up next to Kate.

“Trust fund kid, leave us.”

Kate drew in a sharp breath, straightening her shoulders. She nearly opened her mouth to stay something but thought better of it before shooting you a look of apology and vanishing into the crowd in the dining room.

Ophelia was intoxicating in her presence. She towered over you and wore snakeskin heels to widen the distance. She wore a tight-fitted black dress that had cuts on either side, exposing her toned stomach to the world. What she wanted with you wasn’t clear, but her hand toyed coyly with the neckline of your own dress, adjusting it.

“Word travels fast in this city. I just couldn’t wait to see it myself. Hearing that Natasha Romanoff of all people expelled her Winter soldier for a… Summer Sentient. All seasons are temporary, I suppose.”

“Expelled?”

The word had slipped from your tongue, and you quickly thought better of it when she settled her splayed hand against your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. It was cold, unfeeling. Unlike the fire that Natasha had instilled in you earlier.

There was a demonic smile that spread across her face, both of her eyebrows lifting as she let out an exaggerated grasp. It was clear that this woman, this leader, couldn’t keep her hands to herself in any manner, including the internal affairs that she dangled in front of you like a prize.

“Oh, did Natty not tell you? She had Bucky under her thumb for years, nearly a decade. A few months back, he was just gone. There’s a lot of gossip in these streets and not much of it is plausible, but I’d put money on this one.”

 Again, her fingers danced over your collarbone. “Miss Romanoff is not known for her mercy, but after beating the Winter Soldier within an inch of his life, she let him go. He ran like any sensible man would, of course. But he left a trail of blood behind him. I’m quite sure he’s somewhere out west struggling to move in an upper body brace.”

She laughed cruelly at the look on your face. There was no use in masking it. You knew that Bucky had been absent, but through your own turmoil you had forgotten all about it. Your stomach twisted in unease. What if Natasha grew tired of you? It was inevitable, really. You’ only prolonged your fate by bending to her whim.

“Ophelia,” Natasha’s voice drew your attention first, and then the heat of her touch on the small of your back. “Have you tried the lamb?”

The woman faltered, gritting her teeth “I was about to.”

“Oh, you must.” Yelena seemed to materialize out of nowhere, looping her arm around Madame Hydra herself. She pulled with intent. “I haven’t seen you since Moscow. We need to catch up!”

“I was never in Moscow.”

“That’s a shame. I can paint you a brilliant picture.”

Their voices faded away into the rest of the party. It was then that you noticed Clint by the door, his stance stiffened. Kate glowered next to him, not following her own rule and downing the rest of her drink before plucking another off the passing tray.

You stepped out of Natasha’s grasp, not wanting to be anywhere near her at the moment. Her perfume was intoxicating. Its floral scent made you dizzy and took away your ability to think straight. It was part of the reason you had been lulled this far into complicity. It scared you that you were willing to do anything for her.

“y/n,” she urged.

“I don’t want to hear it.”

Natasha’s stare hardened. She gripped the back of your neck in a movement that would otherwise be familiar, sweet, even. However, the way she led you down the hallway made your stomach drop in a feeling of doom. “Not here, Malen'kiy krolik.”

Natasha’s office was strictly off limits, but you found yourself in the warmth of it in a matter of moments. There was no wall that wasn’t adorned with floor to ceiling bookshelves, and a large cherrywood desk was at its head. It was kept neat like the rest of the house.

There was a PHD on the wall, and an associates under that. Each bore Natasha’s name. She closed the doors behind her. Without regarding you, she went to a shelf in the back of the room, pouring herself a glass of bourbon, much like the one she was drinking when you stirred in her bed.

She swallowed it back, before pouring another. This time she sipped it. Your own back was against the far wall, heart pounding mercilessly through you. Yelling at Natasha had a lot more weight behind it than you anticipated.  

“You’re going to do the same to me.” You eventually whispered.

Her body stiffened, muscles tightening and then releasing before she turned to you, her eyes reddened. “What?”

“I’ve been entirely blind to my purpose here. I’ve never… I’ve never understood why you chose me. Why not go for someone who knows what they were doing? Who knew how to protect you and care for you? You had that with Bucky.”

Her eyes hardened. “Don’t you ever mention that name in this house.”

“It’s the truth, Natasha! You could have let me die, just like that, and you didn’t. Instead, you took me in and trained me, and for what? Just to throw me into the harbor with cement blocks chained to my ankles.”

“That is an entirely outdated practice and frankly, it’s insulting.” Her words were soul deep, but they barely broke your skin. “I would never do that.”

“A bullet through the head, then?”

“No.”

You were gaining traction enough to pull yourself from the wall and take heady steps towards her. If you didn’t do it now, you would never. Part of you was certain that you’d never see the outside of this room again. That she’d snap and do exactly what you were imploring her to.

“He served you for years and within a singular night you nearly kill him.” Your breath shook, you were so close to her now. “What is stopping you from doing the exact same to me?”

“No, no” She reached up and grasped both sides of your face. There were tears against your cheeks, something you hadn’t realized dripped from your chin. “Malyshka, no don’t cry.”

Everything had come to a head; the months of non-stop training, the pressure of keeping this side of your life away from your daughter, away from Darcy. A true friend that you had been lying to. And now, knowing that it could be all for nothing. It was easy to dispose of someone like you.

There was no reason to show weakness in front of the woman who was training you not to feel anything at all. Above everything, you found yourself ashamed. She still held your face within her grasp.

“He hurt you.” Her jaw clenched and unclenched, there was a fuzzy vulnerability in her green stare. “I can show mercy, y/n. But I’ve learned, not when it comes to you. Even before all of… this, there was something that I saw within you. Something that made what I did to Bucky all the more worth it.”

You breathed in a watery sniffing sound that was replaced by nothing but a whimper. Natasha softened even more, letting her shoulders fall. She tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“He was pulling back for months, and you were the final straw. I had never seen someone so resilient, someone who didn’t beg for their life but recounted it. In a moment of weakness, I let you go. I thought that training you, that making you mine, would absolve my sins but it’s only deepened them. My feelings for you have only deepened.”

Her forehead was pressed against yours, her ministrations, and God help you, her apologies were startling. Her lips were so close to yours; you could nearly taste the liquor on her breath “Natasha,”

Suddenly, she was all you could feel. Her hand was against you back, pulling you into her body to fit directly on hers. There was such a strong guiding power to her. Your shock was muffled by her mouth on yours, your whine swallowed in moments.

You melted into her, kissing back with enough fever to leave you both breathless. There were stars dancing in your vision, you lungs burning eventually pulling you both apart. She panted twice before pecking your lips once more, you nearly chased after her.

“Fuck,” she growled “you… are absolutely delicious.”

Your cheeks suddenly heated up and you hid your face in the small of her neck, letting out a small groan in embarrassment. You felt Natasha’s laugh rumble through her.

“No need to be timid, pet. There will be plenty of time for that later.” She raked her nails up your back, “Right now, I have a snake to behead.”  

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Fernando Alonso (McLaren era) - Envious pt.2

A part 2 to Envious

Fernando walked into the paddock on the Thursday for his usual media stuff. His PR manager had brought him around, filling him I on what questions most interviewers would be asking him. Whilst they walked into the interviewing area, glancing around for Y/n. He was quite desperate to see her. He found himself having to watch her past interviews just to make the feeling of missing her go away. How could be miss her? He wasn't even with her? They weren't exactly on speaking terms. "Can we start with ITV?" He asked, eager to see Y/n. "Just get it over with? Of course." They made their way over to ITV. Fernando looked up, expecting to see Y/n but instead seeing a different girl. He crossed his arms, a confused look on his face. "Where is Y/n?" He asked. "You'll be happy to learn, she has a segment to do with Lewis for ITV." His PR manager told him, preparing her voice recorder. "No." He mumbled. "Pardon?"

"I won't do the interview for ITV unless it is Y/n asking the questions. Where is she?" The ITV production team exchanged uneasy glances. "I don't think she can change her segment, Fernando." One of them said. "I'll worry about that. I would like Y/n to interview me. We'll be back when Y/n is." He said walking away and leaving a few confused souls. Fernando went about doing his interviews but he kept glancing over at the ITV crowd, hoping he would see Y/n but each time he looked over, disappointment struck. Y/n was on the other side of the paddock, getting ready to start her segment when she got a call from her boss. "Im about to turn my phone off. I have to go do this segment." Y/n said as she answered the phone. "The segment can wait. You're needed in the interview pen." She couldnt believe the words being said to her. "I don't understand. Did Darcy just get up and leave?" She asked. "No, but Alonso is being specific about who is interviewing him and he'd like you to interview him." She chuckled. "Well, if only we were accommodating."

"We are. He's refusing to do interviews with us until you are back." She rolled her eyes. "He is so childish. He's just bored. Darcy will do." Y/n protested. "No, we need the Fernando interview." She threw her arms in the air. "It's an interview that will last two minutes! I worked so hard to get this Lewis interview!" She was near shouting at this stage. "Sleeping with the driver in question does not mean you worked hard for it." She felt her heart drop with those words. "I didn't and I won't ever sleep my way to where I want to go." She hung up and groaned.

ITV had been panicking, but eventually located Y/n, who seemed stressed and preoccupied and angry, which when interviewing Fernando became normal. Fernando turned to see her talking sternly to the girl that was interviewing. He hoped he didn't get her in trouble but at the end of the day, he finally got Y/n. He walked towards her, his PR manager following behind closely.

"Y/n." He said approaching Y/n. She didn't look up. "Fernando." She replied, engrossed in the papers she held. "What's wrong with my intern?" Y/n asked as Fernando walked towards her. "Too boring. I want a little fun in these things." He smiled. "And you are a child." She said, taking out her notebook and pen. As Y/n prepped for the interview, flicking through her countless pages, Fernando decided to begin his redemption (if you could call it that) and share a warm smile with her. "How are you today?" he asked, catching her off guard. She looked up confused. Stumbling over her words, she replied, "I'm... I'm good, thank you. How about you, Fernando?" He chuckled. "I'm doing well. I was worried you weren't going to interview me today." He said. "Believe me, I wanted the segment with Lewis but you pushed for me to interview you." He clenched his jaw. "That must has set me back a bit but I'm intrigued, why do you want me to interview you?" She asked. "You bring a smile to my face. How about that?" Y/n kept her skepticism. "Okay. Ready to roll?" She asked her camera man.

Confused but intrigued, Y/n began the interview. "Hello, Fernando. Its a new race week here in Malaysia. Are you hoping hoping to better than your P2 last race weekend?" She asked, trying to add a harshness in the fact he had P3. "Well, of course. The Race was difficult last week with Kimi doing so well in the Ferrari and obviously, as a driver you always have to strive to be the best at what you do. I feel like it would be the same for journalists which is why why are as highly regarded as you are." He smiled. Y/n pulled a face. Did he just....compliment her? What was he up to?

"Do you think that long-term, you could beat Ferrari in the constructors or even beat them to the driver championship?" Fernando took a deep breath in. "Well, it's always tricky to pin-point these things but I think I could get there with the help of McLaren and obviously my teammate." He replied. "Something tells me your teammate won't be as willing to help you as you think." She remarked. "Something or someone?" He joked, making the few people surrounding them laugh. She felt her face heat up at what he was implying. "Sorry, that was unprofessional, but to finish that question off, I think-" to her surprise, Fernando's apology was laced with genuine kindness and humility. The tension that usually filled the air between them dissipated, replaced by an unexpected camaraderie. She didn't entirely believe him, she still thought he was up to something but until she could put her finger on it, she had to bite her tongue.

"But yeah, if he wants to help me he can. It's not my job." He answered. "Thank you Fernando." She said, concluding the interview. "You seem pretty tense today." Fernando said. "Why are you still here?" She asked, handing her notebook to Darcy. "Can you please write this up for the article. Thanks." She brought her attention back to Fernando. "What? J thought you'd be happy to see me." She scoffed. "Yeah, right." Fernando thought for a moment. He didn't wanna leave her just yet, he wanted to talk to her more. He had gone ages without seeing her.

"How about a joke?" He offered. "What?" Was he serious? "What does a bee do in the gym?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Zum-ba." The camera crew looked at eachother confused. "It makes sense in Spanish. Because its like 'qué hace una abeja en el gimnasio?' Zum-ba! But in English it makes no sense." She found herself giggling along, knowing the joke since she spoke spanish. "I know, I know." She found herself laughing harder and harder at how bad the joke was and how Fernando explaining it somehow made it much funnier. "You're crying!" Fernando laughed, pointing at Y/n as she wiped her tears away.

"I never thought I'd see the day when you and I would share a laugh." She admitted. "Again." He said. Y/n looked at him bewildered. "What?" She asked. "Well we have shared laughs before so you never thought you'd see the day we would share a laugh again." She smiled, reminiscent of her first ever motorsport interview, back when Fernando was in Minardi. "I'm surprised you remember that far back." She smiled. Fernando grinned. "Life is full of surprises, isn't it?" Y/n nodded. "Do you mind if I ask you something?" Fernando smiled and agreed. "What's with the sudden change? We've had our fair share of clashes in the past and now you're refusing to answer to anyone other than me."

Fernando tried to think of an answer that didn't completely include the truth but still add a hint or two. "Sometimes, it's good to leave the past behind and start anew. Besides, life is too short for unnecessary feuds." He said, stretching his hand out. "Hopefully, we can just be friends now." He said. Y/n reluctantly took his hand and shook it before he bid farewell to everyone and left, leaving confused souls behind.

That evening, Y/n had to rewrite Darcy's work which led to a late night, and a lot of coffee. As she was writing, she heard her phone ringing, eith the caller ID of 'The Boss' on it. She answered, holding in yawn. "Hello?" She questioned, still writing away. "I didn't expect you to be awake at this time." He said. "Well, you know me. I'm always up late for work." She said, a hint of bitterness still in her voice from their earlier conversation. "Yes, well I'm calling became McLaren gave me a ring. Your segment with Lewis can be done tomorrow after qualifying." She smiled. "Aw, he's a gem for reorganising it." She chuckled. "It wasnt Lewis." She knotted her eyebrows in confusion. "Was it his PR people?"

"No actually. It was Fenrnado." She stopped writing. "Fernando?" Fernando had rescheduled it. "He said he felt bad about pulling you away from the segment with Lewis. The marketing team over there are not happy about Fernando giving them an earful this evening so I'd say go over and just thank them." Her boss said. "An earful?"

"Yes, he said bugging them all evening to fit you in for your segment. You're all about the questions today." She nodded along. "Yeah, yeah. I- mmh. Perks of being an interviewer. Look, I'll call you back tomorrow. In just finishing this up for the weekend preview. I'll send it on over when it's done." She said hanging up the phone and looking out her window into nothing. What alternate dimension was she in that Fernando was so nice? Did he hit his head or something? What was with him. It was weird, it was strange.

The day after, Fernando was walking into the paddock. His trainer had gone in before him but since Fernando forgot his pass he had to run back to the car and grab it quickly. "Fernando!" He turned, expecting to see a fan but instead spotted Y/n, jogging towards him. "Ah, good morning, Y/n." He smiled. "How are you, my friend?" He asked as she caught up. "I"m good, you?" She asked. "I'm doing good. Thank you." He replied. "Um, I just wanted tk say thank you for rescheduling that interview." She said. "Oh, that was nothing. It was simply a thank you for interviewing me and changing your plans up." He turned to face her. "It's what friends do." He scanned his pass and let her go in first, before scanning his own pass. "So, are you looking forward to your interview with Lewis?" He asked as they walked in the paddock. "I'm not with Lewis." She said. He looked at her, a grin on his face. "I didn't say you were. I said-"

"I know, but everyone thinks im with Lewis. My boss even thinks I slept with him but-" She paused. "I don't know why I told you. I'll go." She said quickly. "Wait, wait. We'll since you are not eith Lewis and I am most definitely not with anyone-" Y/n looked as her face turned red from embarrassment. "How about we head out after the race. Just as friends, nothing more." A smile tugged at her lips, before she agreed. "Very good, I'll be seeing you around." Fernando smiled, and disappeared into the McLaren hospitality while Y/n walked around as muddled as the day before.

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[indynerdgirl]

Casey's Gift Fic?

Oh, man. You managed to pick one of the old ones. This is a fic that I still owe my younger sister as part of her 2012 Christmas gift. 😬🙈 And while I know she's definitely forgotten she asked for it, I still feel like I need to finish it. Some day. 😆

Okay, so keep in mind that this was requested in 2012, the height of All of the Avengers Live Together in Stark Tower as One Big Crazy Family fics. It's important that you remember that. So, it's supposed to be a Darcy Lewis fic where I write my sister in as Darcy's best friend from high school and Casey comes to visit Darcy at the tower and high jinks ensue. And if I remember correctly Darcy & Steve are supposed to be dating and I think Casey is supposed to end up on a date with Clint.

Anyways, you get all of what I've written so far because it is not a lot. It's like, two paragraphs. And the dialogue is so cringe so I apologize for what you're about to read. 😆 “Darcy, who’s this?” Tony asked while leering at the young woman currently standing in front of him. “Someone who’s not afraid to taze you if you don’t stop looking at me like that,” the young woman replied with narrowed eyes before Darcy could introduce her. Tony tilted his head and squinted at the young woman, “Are you related to Lewis? Does being tazer happy run in the family?” Darcy sighed and rolled her eyes before saying, “Casey, meet Tony. Tony, meet Casey.” “Wait," Tony said in shock. "Casey? THE Casey? As in the Casey you went to high school with? The Casey who stars in almost all your stories about your adolescent high jinks? You’re that Casey?” “Uhm, yes?” Tony turned to Darcy. “She’s not allowed to meet Clint,” he turned to Steve. “Keep her away from Clint. JARVIS! Make a note. Clint and Casey. Scratch that, Clint, Darcy and Casey are not allowed to be in the same room together. EVER.” He turned back to Steve. “Has Darcy told you about her high school days? Do you know about Short Stuff’s childhood? Of course you do. What is it with you and girls with guns?” “I really hope you’re not talking about shooting stuff with out me,” Clint said as he walked into the common room. Tony pointed at Clint. “No. Barton, you are not allowed in here.” “Why not?” “Because.” “Because why?” “Because of me, I think. Hi, I’m Casey. I’m a friend of Darcy’s.” Casey said, introducing herself. “The Casey who in high school, on the weekends would run around town sniping the local Mean Girls with a paintball gun?” “It was only one time! But yes, that’s me.” “Awesome! I’m Clint and I’ve been wanting to meet you since Darcy told us all of her high school stories.”

Casey turned to Darcy. “One, Hawkeye has been wanting to meet me and you never told me and two, WHAT stories have you told them?” “All of them.” “All of them?” “Yep.” “I hate you so much right now.”

Thanks for asking! 😊

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[midnightmayhem13]

baby kiss it better

your first kiss with the ladies! enjoyyyyy🩶

carol danvers:

after carol had taken you on a few dates, she wanted to wait for the perfect one to kiss you. until one day, you two were doing a mission together but had to be disguised. you two dressed up and went to some famous drug cartel gala. there was people making bids on illegal substances and there was one in particular you had to get so no one else had it. you and carol had dressed up as if you went as a date. after you two finished the mission you were just chilling on a roof top. carol flew you there bc she wanted to cool down before you two went home. she was telling you all about the stars. saying "but your smiles out shines all of them" with a smirk. you giggled and looked at her then her lips, noticing she was already staring at yours. as if there was some force that pushed you two together you met in the middle and kissed. the kiss was long passionate. her hands going to your waist, yours to her face and neck. and the stars shined brighter in that moment

sharon carter:

you two were out and about just partying and having fun together. no avenger status and no power broker business. you two went to clubs and bars and just had drinks going to all the clubs you could find. and the more you two drank the more tension there was. you two were flirting shamelessly. you even had sat on sharon's lap and just chilled there with her arms around you. the later it got more drunk men started getting confident. sharon had gone to the bathroom and you stayed talking to random people. there was one specific man that got too confident and started flirting with you. he started getting touchy and you prayed sharon would come over soon to get you out. he was trying to pull you into him by the waist and before you could react he was getting punched in the gut. by who if not your sharon. she had protectively held you by your waist and cussed the man out. you two walked away and as you were going to thank her she pulled you in and kissed you passionately. you two later decided to go home and get some much needed alone time.

darcy lewis:

you can't help but stare at darcy's beautiful red lips all the time. and she can't help but tease you about it. always blowing you kisses or making kissy faces at you. you kiss each other on the cheek or forehead but you still haven't had your kiss yet. one day you two were on a walk on a chilly fall night, swinging your joined hands when you brought up the topic of kisses. you complimented her lips, says they always looked gorgeous with or without their usual red tint. she blushed and said yours were cute and adorable. you teased her saying that hers were probably soft too. "they look super kissable too darce" you said with a wink. she giggled and stopped your motion. "you wanna see for yourself?" darcy questioned with a raise eye brow and a smirk, grabbing both of your hands. "without a doubt docter" you answered, gingerly grabbing her face and kissing her sweetly. (this my fav one omg)

nebula:

now with nebula, physical affection was hard. not only having never rlly gotten any as a kid, but having you so close to her made her vulnerable. but for you, she would go through hell. she let herself get close to you and forced herself to get used to giving you physical affection and know you loved her. it was hard but things got better. after a hard day you two were entering your room. once in privacy, nebula loved to hug you for a while. while you two were doing this. swaying side to side you pulled away. she immediately looked to see if something was wrong, "i love you nebula." she was stunned, never in her life had she thought you would love her. when she took a while to answer you spoke up, " you d-don't have to say it, i just wanted you to know-" when she cut you off with a passionate but awkward kiss. she didn't say it back but you felt she did. with time, the words would eventually come out her mouth

maria hill

now i strongly believe maria loves slow dancing. so enjoy. you and maria danced often. she actually showed you the steps if you didn't know. but after a while it became a normal thing. when she was stressed for work you step back and hold your hands out and she couldn't say no. slow dancing with you always calmed her down. it didn't matter with or without music as long as it was with you. you two often slow danced in a beautiful scenery. one day while driving around, you found a flower field. it happen to be a mix of your favorite flowers. as if you read each others minds, you began dancing. maria played your favorite song to dance to. you were so beautiful to her. her eyes shined brighter than diamonds in that moment. as you two finished off the dance, you held eachother staring into eachothers eyes. "may i?" maria asked, almost shyly you nodded closing your eyes and feeling her soft lips on yours. neither of you could be happier in that moment.

kate bishop

when you and kate started going out there was a lot of times were you two almost kissed. and much to both of your dismays it was always interrupted. and kate was getting fed up. she wanted to just lock both of you in a room and make out. although that probably wasn't the best option but she considered it. finally one day when you two were having a roof top date as usual eating pizza and having fun. you two were both laughing at something and looked at the other to watch them laugh. in that moment everything just felt right. your belly laughs died down and turned into soft giggles. after having some sort of staring constant you smiled at kate "whatcha thinking about katie?" she questions with an adorable expression "i- i uhm i was uh can- can i kiss you?" late messily stuttered out. immediately getting embarrassed of the way it came out and covering her bright red cheeks with her hands. you didn't answer, you gently removed her hands and smiled at her. you held the side of her neck gently and kissed her. her eyes went wide not thinking you'd actually do it. once she realized what was actually happening she quickly held you by the hips and kissed passionately. you giggled into the kiss and made out on a roof top.

i love darcy. expect more content. that's it.

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