TITLE: Peace with a faulty heart
FANDOM: Avengers (movieverse)
CHARACTERS: Darcy Lewis, Clint Barton, pre Clint/Darcy; mentions Phil Coulson, Phil/OMC
RATING: Teen (strong language)
WARNINGS: Canonical major character death, fix-it (if you squint)
SUMMARY: "I don't know him!" Darcy blurted out. "I thought if I went to his place, I'd know a bit more
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Well I'm sorry I have to leave it anyway because my feelings have been stabbed in the heart. That's as coherent as you'll get me I'm crying buckets.
(Yes, he is, and everyone realizes it soon, right? ...And I'm trying to see Coulson as Shemar Moore, for some reason it doesn't work- (Shemar Moore is forever Derek Morgan to me and my-the-voice-in-my-head-for-Jason-Todd.))
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I kind of like the idea that no one will figure it out for years. Safer that way.
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You sent me bits and pieces of this as you wrote it, Katt, but I was in no way prepared to face it in its entirety. This is a thing of beauty and a joy forever.
God, I love Dave to bits and pieces. His whole approach to everything -- Coulson's job, their relationship, and OH SWEET GOD THAT ENDING AND I LOST MY TRAIN OF THOUGHT BECAUSE THAT ENDING.
Clint's severely broken/skewed filter is, as always, in place. Darcy's complete and total lack of filter is, as always, in place. Teenage Darcy! Nail polish! Bow-polishing! Awkward conversations about nudity, tits, and asshole boyfriends!
And PHIL. PHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL. He is the heart and the backbone of this story, and isn't that the most apt and beautiful way for him to be given who he is?
I just want to hug absolutely everyone in this story. I want to quote all of it back and tell you all my feels.
YOU ARE BREAKING MY HEART AND MAKING ME LIKE IT.
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Only someone as chilled out as Dave could complement Coulson's Coulsonness. Sometimes, Dave messes the house up on purpose because he knows Phil likes to order things.
Socially!inept!Clint + Awkwardly!Witty!Darcy = wuv. twu wuv. for mawwaige is what bwings us togetha today.
It was really strange how I set out to write a pre-Darcy/Clint fic & it actually morphed into a Coulson story as told by Darcy & Clint. He's like this giant empty space in the middle of a picture; there's nothing there physically but it's the focus nevertheless.
BWAHAHAHAHAHA ALL UR CRYS R BELONG TO ME.
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(Someone needs to work up a Clint/Darcy icon. Not even kidding you. This is a tangent, yes, but it is a beautiful truth.)
When I was halfway through this time, I did a whole HOLD THE HELL UP heel-turn-double-blink.
"Ugh, you know I only let you call me that 'cause you're, like, stupid scary, and also because you intro'd me to the awesome that is Chris Cornell's tortured soul and I know you know what I'm talking about because I just totally told you all about it after prom."
Clint listens to Chris Cornell.
CLINT LISTENS TO CHRIS CORNELL.
As Darcy would suggest, only interpretive dance could communicate my glee at this. I am kicking myself for not noticing this properly the first time I read through this, but CLINT LISTENS TO CHRIS CORNELL.
I'll be in my corner, DYING. With JOY.
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Chocolates?
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