//Am I the only one who’s just completely tempted to smack Tony in the face during the beginning of IM3.
Nope, but I always want to smack him in the face. xD
//He’s like omg the biggest douche and I’m writing him. Which really fucking sucks.
XDDD awww…he isn’t as bad as in the first movie though.
//Am I the only one who’s just completely tempted to smack Tony in the face during the beginning of IM3.
Nope, but I always want to smack him in the face. xD
Did he never shut up? Darcy couldn’t help the thought as Director Eyepatch droned on about interdepartmental unity and how if affected blah blah blah, she stopped listening an hour ago. The debrief had been something she didn’t have to attend, but Jane insisted she go because she didn’t want to go alone. Alone my ass. She had Thor there and with the way they were looking at one another, Darcy was damn sure she wouldn’t be heading back to their shared rooms anytime soon. It looked like Thor was going to eat her clothes off her body if he didn’t get food..or something sometime soon.
Rolling her eyes she took to looking at the others. The Avengers. Tony was actively snoring, Bruce was dozing off, Nat and Clint looked interested but Darcy was pretty sure they were sleeping with their eyes open. Steve looked as enthused as everyone else did, which was not at all. Although his eyes flickered up to Fury every so often, he seemed more intent on whatever it was that was on his papers in front of him. Good thing they stuck her right next to him. Casting a glance to what it was that was so important, Darcy was surprised to see what had to be a rather proportionate doodle of her in a stars and stripes bikini.
Lips lifting in a smirk she leaned over to whisper in his ear. “I’ve always wanted you to draw me like one of your girls Steve.” Before turning her attention back to Fury and what hoped to be the last of his speech.
Steven had been through this all before. He knew what Fury was saying even if he wasn’t paying attention. He kept his hands busy, to anyone else it might have looked like he was diligently taking notes. Luckily no one was looking and would steal a few glances at the lovely miss Darcy. It had been a couple months since he had first met her, she was a firecracker from the get go. She was very..pleasing to the eyes. She was honestly very much his type, brunette, curvy, strong headed and funny. He couldn’t help but notice her and now she was sitting next to him, clearly bored.
The captain was surprised as the woman leaned in to whisper to him. He didn’t quite understand the reference, not seeing the Titanic movie, but the notion alone made his own cheeks tint a slight pink. He grip on this notebook loosened, and he nearly dropped it. Luckily Fury was finishing up and Bruce snapped to attention, nudging Tony awake. They all slowly departed, Jane and Thor being first, nearly sprinting out. Tony grumbled to Banner about needing a drink and Fury followed after, going on about ‘no drinking on the carrier’. Clint and Natasha, the Spys they were, disappeared before he looked back.
He was alone with Darcy, that was a first, Jane or an agent had almost always been there. “I..I’m sorry..if you don’t want me to sketch you anymore- I understand.” He had miss read her intentions, thinking she had just given him a playful jab like Howard or Tony usually did.
