Hello! Welcome to the sequel to "Challenge Accepted" it's not necessary to read that first, but for some context I recommend it, also I think it's funny. (but hey, that's just the authors opinion.)

Anyway, I'm not labeling this a crossover, but there will be a few characters from other comics showing up.

Also, there's part of a dirty joke in here, so don't read the whole thing which will be at the bottom in my authors note if you're not into those, mmmkay?

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Darcy was having a great day, she was relaxing on the couch watching Supernanny while her super hot archer rubbed her feet; Coulson should be the one popping her toes, (Yeah, she suckered him into that one.) but no, he had to go play shoot 'em up and spy with his sexy arachnid. (Darcy is confident enough in her sexuality to admit that Natasha has some serious goods.) -Who by the way, are not fooling anyone. If they go on one more mission and come back unmarried, Darcy is going to slip them a mickey and drive them to Vegas herself.- Things were good, she was finally in her own space, Clint adored her, but he also had a healthy fear of her. He popped in one day while she was cleaning her taser and literally got the shock of his life. He tries to call before coming over now, or at least knocking before entering.

Darcy had just reached for the remote when there was obnoxious knocking coming from her door. Darcy swung off the couch with an aggravated grunt and trudged to the door. "If you aren't free food you will seriously regret interrupting my TV time!" She yelled before opening the door, revealing one Tony Stark.

Tony Stark with a suitcase.

Tony Stark with a suitcase and puppy dog eyes.

"Puppy eyes don't work on me Stark, I invented that shit."

Tony dropped the face quickly. "Look, squirt, the place is being repainted, and I'm pretty sure you owe me." He said shoving passed her.

"Please do come in," she said sarcastically.

"Don't mind if I do," Tony paused to look around and noticed Clint still on the couch. "Oh, is this your little love nest, Bird Boy?" Tony asked wiggling his eyebrows. "Well, I'll get to the point."

"Is there one?" Darcy muttered, but was ignored.

"I need a place to stay for a few days, and you owe me, devil. Now," Tony clapped his hands. "Where is the guest room?" He asked, dramatically looking around.

"Wait a minute, doesn't the Tower have like fifty million apartments you could stay in?" Darcy asked, genuinely confused.

"I have a penthouse, do you really think I can lower myself to stay with the riff raff in the apartment levels?"

Clint made a disgruntled noise but was ignored, as per usual when Tony and Darcy found themselves in battle.

"And what, my craphole is the Plaza?"

"I crave human interaction," he said shrugging his shoulders.

"You literally live with a team of super heroes. Why don't you take Cap to a strip club and see how long it takes him to blush."

"Two minutes!" Clint said enthusiastically, holding his hand up, Darcy gave him his high five with just as much excitement.

"I once made him blush with a joke." Darcy supplied.

"Oh yeah, which one?" Clint asked, thinking of sordid things to tell Steve.

"What do women and spaghetti have in common?"

Clint thought for a moment but was stumped.

"They both-"

"Alright, so, bedroom is this way?" Tony interrupted, not liking the attention was taken away from him.

Darcy looked at him for a minute, she knew he was wanting to get back at her. Meh, it could be fun.

"Yeah, no. You are surfing the couch my red and gold friend. Besides, that bed has seen Clint's naked butt too many times for you to be comfortable.

Clint snickered. She might have bossed them together, but with that smart mouth and quick wit, he probably would have asked her out anyway.

"Good point. So, the couch is safe?" He asked, looking at the piece of furniture as if it were a giant bug.

"Eh, enough," Darcy shrugged.

Tony regarded her for a moment, looked at a smirking Clint and heaved a sigh. "Do you have sheets I can put on?"

Darcy laughed evilly.

After being in her apartment for two hours Tony decided it needed to be better. He upgraded her refrigerator and had a variation of Jarvis installed that he called Bennett (Because, yes, Darcy didn't hear enough Pride and Prejudice comments growing up) it was helpful. It inventoried her food and recommended recipes, and just to spice things up, commented on her caloric intake.

"Perhaps a small salad to go with your burger and fries, miss Darcy?" The AI would say in its stupid British accent.

What was with Tony and British accents anyway?

He bettered her hot water heater without telling her, causing her to burn her most favorite body parts.

He bettered her television into showing only the Playboy channel.

He even brought Dum-E on the second day to help with the chores; but he has since been banished to the corner to act as a coat rack since he got over excited and smashed all of her plates.

But his final mistake was when he messed with Betsy.

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Darcy had just come back from her shift at the theater, a new romcom just came out so she had to endure the endless chatter of young girls and old ladies not getting any at home swoon over some cookie cutter face and nice body. She just wanted to get home, ignore Tony, take a bubble bath and then gossip with Coulson over Skype about the latest reject from America's Next Top Model.

Well that cow got shot in the face when she opened the door to see her quasi roommate haunched over small pieces of machinery. She got a little closer to see what he was working on. Her heart stopped when she recognized the black handle in Tony's hand- she had been running late for work and couldn't find her taser, Tony had stepped in and gave her a watch that doubled as a mace dispenser- now here he was, murdering her precious baby, the carnage spread on her table.

"Oh hey, sweet cheeks, I took the liberty of making some improvements to your little toy here. This thing can take down a horse now." Tony said fondly, patting the piece in his hand.

Little toy?

A toy?!

Darcy stood still for a moment; she was normally an easy going gal, but at that moment she has never felt such a rage in her entire life; which would surprise you, if you've ever spent any time with the Lewis family.

"Speechless, Hun? Well no need to thank me-"

"Thank you? That was a gift from my grandmother on her death bed. It took down the freaking god of thunder! She didn't need any improvements." Darcy calmly (not really) informed Tony.

Tony's face broke into a sweat at the mention of it being a gift from a dead grandma. "Uh, well. Hmm... Sorry?" Tony offered awkwardly.

"Put her back together and get out." Darcy demanded.

Tony was frozen momentarily, he has never been on the receiving end of such anger (that doesn't include fighting for his life) he was just trying to make the damn thing work better. But he knows how crazy this chick can get. "Uh, yeah, I'll do that." He said, clearing his throat.

Tony lives in a state of fear for the next week, Darcy never acknowledges what Tony has dubbed the "Betsy incident", and he may or may not flinch every time Darcy raises her hands but after a week of silence he lets his guard down.

And what a mistake that was...

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For those of you who want the punch line to the joke (for those who don't, feel free to skip this.)

What do women and spaghetti have in common?

(They both wiggle and jiggle when you eat them. Ba dum tish!)

Yes, sorry incredibly awkward. I once over heard my brother say that joke. And I figure (in my story) Darcy has a crazy family, she's heard a thing or two.

I already have the next installment outlined, just got to type it up. But if you've got an idea for a prank feel free to leave a request, perhaps I'll make a new super hero (or villain) in your honor! :)