Ms Marvel
yeah but without me….no more fic. HAHA!
I don’t want to kill you, just maim you a little bit, get back at ya.
(okay I really like your RP blog and I was on photoshop and thought of it - yeah I don’t know either - but I did this picture thingy and it’s the same size that your userpic here :
so if you want to use it you can, I mean, I thought about you while doing it so…)
sorry.
That awkward moment when the Avengers realize they all love/want Darcy.
“FUCK ME SIDEWAYS.” That’s the only coherent thing that came out of her mouth when she saw him. He was dead, that’s what Thor said to Jane. Her boss tiptoed around her like she was made from porcelain since then and the giant deity that followed the scientist everywhere spent his free time making coffee pots as an attempt to show his support to her grieving.
Phil and her were not your typical couple but they rocked. Even Fury approved (well, he had his hands behind his back, smiled and walked away shaking his head like a freaking pimp when Phil declared them an item).
When the shit with Loki went down, she wanted in. She was freaking scared and she had a feeling in her gut telling her to lock her secret agent man in a closet - he was wonderful when she had nightmares and making her go back to sleep by narrating 52 different ways he could kill a man so he could alleviate her fears of losing him. He loved his job and she always thought it was a turn on (he was like a ninja what’s not to like really), so she squashed her fears, kissed him goodbye and told him to be awesome so they could have their private celebrating party when he’ll return.
But he never did. Except now he’s back?
Phil had the decency to look apologetic.
“Hey Darce. Guess what? I’m alive.” His tone was flat but she knew he had suffered from the separation as much as she did.
“You asshole.” Great, she was crying and her nose was running.
They were three feet from each other, not moving just looking, but Darcy could see how Phil was dying to take her in his arms by the way his jaw tensed and his fists were shaking a little bit.
“Oh for the love of God Coulson! Just go to her already and take a leave of absence for the next two weeks! Paid holidays, don’t come back until you’ve got a tan. I’ll explain to the team.” Fury had been silent since he took her to her resuscitated boyfriend and, apparently fed up with the whole ‘I don’t know what my feeling are doing-you’re alive’ exchange, he decided to make his presence known and promptly leave the room with a swagger.
They grinned at each other, tension released immediately, and almost run to hug - well cling would be more correct.
“I couldn’t tell anyone, Fury needed the Avengers to bond over something.” He told her.
“Yeah, the death of his best agent is totally a bonding experience, what a rat.”
He smiled at her, he didn’t cry like a ninny, no, but she could see he was affected; his breath hitched every few seconds. Her pain was his pain, he told her once when she burned herself with a (long story but she was soooo not going to let Tony Stark win an argument about japanese anime ever). Yeah, she totally got it now.
“I have unlimited funds from S.H.I.E.L.D.” He shows her a black credit card.
“Then, what are we waiting for big boy?”
Oh gawd, sorry for the mistakes and the suckage but I have to start somewhere right? Hope it’s okay Pat!
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger - Black Widow, The Avengers
My Tumblr Crushes:
- communitythings (3%)
- gideongraves (3%)
- thebrigadier (3%)
- usedkarma (2%)
- natninadesucre (2%)
- shutupanddiehl (2%)
- suckmydragons (2%)
- catfishasouppoop (2%)
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(Source: bag-full-of-cats)
The ruler & the killer - Loki, The Avengers
I’m sorry.
