Darcy has always been good at falling.

Written for Chaerring.

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“Hi. I know this is going to sound weird, but can you be my boyfriend for five minutes?”

Written for this prompt on Tumblr.

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“It’ll be okay,” Darcy said, and slid her arm around Bruce’s waist. “You’re going to kill out there.”

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Silence greeted Bruce’s statement.

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Roping Thor into doing some PR work was incredibly easy. Controlling the direction that PR work took was basically impossible.

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The restaurant that Pepper chose to meet Darcy at was so ridiculously expensive looking that Darcy had debated finding a way to not touch the door while opening it.

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The young man in charge of t-shirt distribution looked conflicted. “Uhm, hi, 204. I’d like to do that for you, I really would, but Grace has this policy about t-shirts and-.”

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The girl was maybe four or five, and she pressed her face shyly into her father’s thigh as the reporter leaned in over her.

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“Thor,” Darcy said patiently to his forehead, “Thor, I can’t feel my ribs.”

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“What did I say about not working for Stark?”

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