Fic: Polish Them Rockets, Swallow Those Pills [Avengers] Clint/Darcy, Clint/Natasha (rated Mature)

[xenokattz]

TITLE: Polish Them Rockets, Swallow Those Pills
FANDOM: Avengers (movieverse)
CHARACTERS: Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov (off-screen)
RATING: Mature (sex & strong language)
SUMMARY: When Darcy rolls over, the dent on his pillow is still warm and she inhales the remnants of his scent before she remembers she doesn't care.

Comments

[xenokattz]

Thankies! It's hard to make a Darcy story sad in the traditional sense. She's for too much Darcy.

[vikingprincess]

Wow, just... amazing. Hot and sad and I adore your Darcyisms. Fuckupistan is totally a real place, but I think the population is bigger. At least two: both of them.

This was a great way to start my day, thank you.

[xenokattz]

You may have a point about Fuckupistan. Thanks ever so!

[scribble_myname]

I can't decide whether I love or hate you for your awesomeness. This is gah, hurts so good, amazing.

[xenokattz]

All Percy's fault. ;) Thank you kindly!

[lithiumlaughter]

So, these two are officially standing at dysfunction station in downtown Fuckupstian, waiting for the next bus to WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYville.

Darcy's voice. Darcy's voice. I love the way you write her -- this way too quick on the mark, banter-as-coping-mechanism girl with a resilient ego (even if she's not so sure of it). You haven't written a lot of her (that you've shared), but you make her so REAL, and likeable.

And Clint. Clint, with his shadows and denial. AND TASHA'S KNIFE IN HIS BAG. WHICH HE LEFT AT DARCY'S. BECAUSE ZOMG PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS SO BECAUSE I AM DYING HERE. But mainly, Clint, honey? You and your hangups. You beautiful, broken thing.

Darcy thinks she's in Fuckupistan. She's just visiting. Pretty damn sure that Clint's a long-time resident.

...and she watches him fall apart for the second time ever in the two years they've been setting fire to the sheets.
My chest legitimately tightened at this line. Like, catch my breath, hurt-so-good kind of thing. And then my heart double-clutched at the end.

HAPPY WEDNESDAY

[xenokattz]

I'm pretty sure they're both bivouacked at Dysfunction Station & have been for the past 2 years.

Tasha's knife was, indeed, in Clint's bag but he always has a few of her weapons in his kit just like she always has a few of his in hers. They're combination teddy bears & back-up plans. Clint actually doesn't remember leaving Tasha's knife at Darcy's but then, Clint is a big bag of mental issues, most of which are PTSD related. Tasha wouldn't be as tacky (or obvious) as to have "Property of FSB" stamped on her weapons, Darcy knows the Avengers well enough to recognize that a) the blade style is totally not Clint, b) Clint would never willing leave and of his gear behind, and c) none of the other Avengers uses throwing knives.

I'm pretty sure I have a follow-up to this. I'm warning you though, it's that time of the month. You know what happens to my characters during that time of the month.

[lithiumlaughter]

PTSD makes absolute sense. And pretty much everything here is a bunch of YESSSSSSSSSSS for me. Though the image of them sleeping with knives under their pillows stands out in particular. The comfort/protection thing is both tender and frightening.

You know what happens to my characters during that time of the month.

Oh yes. Yes I do. *THUNDERSTRIKE*

[xenokattz]

I promise no one will die?

PS: I need a Darcy song. Something that sums up her Darcy-ness much like "Space Lord" by Monster Magnet summarizes Clint.