Happenstance
TITLE: Happenstance
AUTHOR: honor_reid
FANDOM: Iron Man/Thor
PAIRING: James "Rhodey" Rhodes/Darcy Lewis
GENRE: Het
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 416
SUMMARY: Happenstance: Something that happens by chance. Or Darcy goes to a diner for a cup of coffee and is forever grateful that she did.
NOTES: This was written for AO3's celebration of their millionth story. Also for stories_a_z prompt H. Prompt table can be found here. Not beta read.
DISCLAIMER: 'I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time'.
“Excuse me, Miss? May I borrow your ketchup?”
Darcy looked up to see a very handsome man in some sort of military uniform standing next to her table. Her brain coming to a full stop as she continued to gawk, that is until she remembered that normal people in polite society do not stare at other human beings, no matter how attractive they happened to be.
Wait. Didn’t he ask me something?
Blushing furiously, Darcy finally managed to stutter out, “I’m sorry. What?” Then mentally kicked herself for sounding like an idiot.
“Uhm… the ketchup I was wondering if I could borrow it, my table doesn’t have any.” The man said pointing to the booth next to hers.
Darcy was currently at a diner down the street from Stark Tower. She had decided to make herself scarce after Jane and Thor started getting all lovey-dovey with each other. Feeling like a great-big-third-wheel she had decided to go get a cup of coffee.
Her brain finally deciding to come back online and supply her with a rudimentary knowledge of the English language helped her to say, “Ketchup, right okay…here you go.”
Darcy reached across the table to grab the ketchup and managed at the same time to knock over her mostly full cup of coffee.
“Oh shoot!” Darcy exclaimed, and jumped up from the table in order to avoid third degree burns and in turn ended up almost knocking the poor man over.
“Oh man, I am so sorry,” Darcy said as she struggled back onto her feet.
“Hey no problem, it looks like your table is ruined. Do you want to join me at mine?” The brown eyed man said with a smile.
“Definitely,” Darcy answered trying not to sound too eager, but failing miserably.
Sitting down, Darcy sheepishly offered up the ketchup bottle she still held up in her hand.
He laughed softly and then said, “Thank you,” as he poured a generous amount over his plate of fries. Pushing the plate towards the center of the table he asked, “Want some?”
Smiling across at him, Darcy said, “Thank you,” and took a fry and popped it into her mouth.
Offering his right hand the man said, “James Rhodes but people call me Rhodey.”
“Darcy Lewis,” Darcy said in return.
As the handshake lingered longer then normal Darcy’s smile deepened and she said, “It’s nice to meet you, Rhodey.”
With a smile as wide as her own, Rhodey said, “You too Darcy.”
The end.
AUTHOR: honor_reid
FANDOM: Iron Man/Thor
PAIRING: James "Rhodey" Rhodes/Darcy Lewis
GENRE: Het
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 416
SUMMARY: Happenstance: Something that happens by chance. Or Darcy goes to a diner for a cup of coffee and is forever grateful that she did.
NOTES: This was written for AO3's celebration of their millionth story. Also for stories_a_z prompt H. Prompt table can be found here. Not beta read.
DISCLAIMER: 'I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time'.
“Excuse me, Miss? May I borrow your ketchup?”
Darcy looked up to see a very handsome man in some sort of military uniform standing next to her table. Her brain coming to a full stop as she continued to gawk, that is until she remembered that normal people in polite society do not stare at other human beings, no matter how attractive they happened to be.
Wait. Didn’t he ask me something?
Blushing furiously, Darcy finally managed to stutter out, “I’m sorry. What?” Then mentally kicked herself for sounding like an idiot.
“Uhm… the ketchup I was wondering if I could borrow it, my table doesn’t have any.” The man said pointing to the booth next to hers.
Darcy was currently at a diner down the street from Stark Tower. She had decided to make herself scarce after Jane and Thor started getting all lovey-dovey with each other. Feeling like a great-big-third-wheel she had decided to go get a cup of coffee.
Her brain finally deciding to come back online and supply her with a rudimentary knowledge of the English language helped her to say, “Ketchup, right okay…here you go.”
Darcy reached across the table to grab the ketchup and managed at the same time to knock over her mostly full cup of coffee.
“Oh shoot!” Darcy exclaimed, and jumped up from the table in order to avoid third degree burns and in turn ended up almost knocking the poor man over.
“Oh man, I am so sorry,” Darcy said as she struggled back onto her feet.
“Hey no problem, it looks like your table is ruined. Do you want to join me at mine?” The brown eyed man said with a smile.
“Definitely,” Darcy answered trying not to sound too eager, but failing miserably.
Sitting down, Darcy sheepishly offered up the ketchup bottle she still held up in her hand.
He laughed softly and then said, “Thank you,” as he poured a generous amount over his plate of fries. Pushing the plate towards the center of the table he asked, “Want some?”
Smiling across at him, Darcy said, “Thank you,” and took a fry and popped it into her mouth.
Offering his right hand the man said, “James Rhodes but people call me Rhodey.”
“Darcy Lewis,” Darcy said in return.
As the handshake lingered longer then normal Darcy’s smile deepened and she said, “It’s nice to meet you, Rhodey.”
With a smile as wide as her own, Rhodey said, “You too Darcy.”
The end.