This is just my muse that I have to get out of my system. So here it is, I hope you guys like it. Anyways, I love this pairing and I feel like it doesn't get enough attention. I don't care about reviews, but just read it, because these guys just click. I know they have absolutely no screen time together, and Darcy didn't come out in the Avengers, but it just works. I can't explain it, maybe because I feel that Darcy can break through to Barton.
I always think of Barton as Mr. Hotshot, an amateur thief and circus boy before joining S.H.I.E.L.D. and only Darcy can reach that part of him with her carefree nature. That's why I love these too! Anyways, I hope you like this story!
Chapter One
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He gave her a once over, his scowl heavy on his face. His eyes were full of raw emotion, intense orbs of green and brown, mixed together with slight arrogance and seriousness. Sharp. She had caught him in what he appeared to be in an ugly mood, the slight smell of alcohol reaching her nose, joining his natural male aroma of trees and bark. Yummy.
Trees and bark?
Lay off the drinks, Darcy.
"You know, you seem to be in a shit mood, so I'm just going to forget this conversation ever happened for obvious reasons." She told him as she stood to leave, regretting ever turning her attention to him. Something about him just turned off all of her courage.
"Well that sucked, yeah, Darce, go for the only good looking guy in the bar so he could shoot you down." She thought bitterly.
She suddenly felt his calloused hand grab her wrist. "You're going to regret talking to me…" He told her coldly.
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"Remind me to shave my head after tonight, ugh…" Darcy groaned as she stared at herself in the mirror. "Try to color dye your hair, they said, it will look great, they said…"
She heard snorts and laughter from her two roommates as they watched her from the bathroom. "Oh, come on, Darce." Leah tried to reassure her, and doing a crappy job of it, too. "Blond looks good on you, and Erin already agreed to put some highlights into it."
Erin stopped applying her lip gloss and looked up, grinning. "Pink, Darce, pink."
"I remember specifically asking for a light, red color, Leah, not blonde! I look like a Barbie doll with no ass and big boobs. So not my color you guys." Darcy shot at them, looking down at her hair. "With split ends…"
"I'm sorry I got the wrong bottle, who asked you take it out of the box anyway?" Leah asked, fluffing up her thick, black hair as she studied herself in the mirror for the one hundredth time.
Darcy gave her a pointed look. "And you couldn't read the color on the bottle before applying it?"
"We're in a hurry, club tonight, remember?" Erin chimed in for her friend, adjusting her skirt a little higher, making Darcy roll her eyes and give an exasperated sigh.
Darcy scoffed. "Yeah, okay."
The only reason why she moved in with Leah and Erin was because she needed a place to stay. The killer prices for dorms at her college were too much for her, and she was not going to turn to her old man for more cash. The guy was practically sleeping on the floor of his run down mobile home, she felt sorry for him if any. Besides, Leah and Erin stayed out of her way most of the time when they didn't need her for something, which was almost all the time. How those two girls, with plastic legs and faces, got into college Darcy will never know.
That was the catch, though, help them through college, she stays in their little apartment with minimum payment towards rent. The only drawback was this, she was falling behind in her classes and she needed to find some sort of way out before she was sent to prison for murder. Sweet, sweet, murder.
Darcy purred.
"Hello!" Leah called out to her, placing a hand on her hip, jutting it out slightly. "Get over here so we can finish you up! Seriously, Darcy, by the time we're finished, there would be no point in going to the club. You don't turn twenty everyday, Darce, live up to it." Leah snapped, rolling her eyes at her.
Darcy reached the big twenty, and Leah and Erin were the last people she wanted to spend it with. It was typical for Bimbos One and Two to want to use her birthday as an excuse to go to a club, get drunk, grind up on guys, and just live up to their nature…
Fakes.
Darcy was never like that. She had her own sense of style, her kind of music, and she sure as hell didn't give a rat's ass on what people thought about her. Still, if she wanted to survive in the Valley of the Trolls, she had to go with the flow and tackle that eyeliner and heavy make-up. Not to mention she was made designated driver when the other two got too drunk to function. Wait…
She could "accidentally" drop them off at the wrong apartment complex.
….
Nah, she needed someone to pay the bills.
Sighing, she slowly made her way towards her "friends" looking bored and tired. "Alright, time to make me look as fake as you bitches."
…
Darcy bit her lip slightly as she examined herself in the window of the old, beat up Mazda that she brought up from her small town. She did not look like Darcy. She was not Darcy. Her hair was slick and straight, blonde with the ridiculous pink highlights Erin put on her. Her make-up? Too much. No glasses, only contacts. She was too different from her regular look, in fact, she actually looked hotter.
It was disgusting…
"Darcy, let's move." Leah called, pulling her roughly away from the car and towards the club that reminded her of the slutty version of 'Amityville Horror.' Erin and Leah giggled excitedly, and Darcy figured they would have skipped to the doors if it wasn't for their ridiculous high heels.
"I swear, I can use those things instead of pitch forks. Whoa, you're letting your mind drift, Darce."
The atmosphere smelled of cigarette smoke and sour beer, all thrown together with the stench of puke and sweat. She frowned at the random couples making out just outside of this, so called, amazing club all the college kids went to. She wasn't inside, and already she could hear that the music was bad and exotic. With every step Darcy took, she became acutely aware of the potential danger she could be put in. Random guys would try to hit on her, grab her, touch her, pull her away from her roommates. No one would notice, scratch that, no one would care, it was a hook-up place, what else is there to do? What if someone tried to drug her? Rape her even? The thoughts sent bad shivers down her back.
"You realize NOW what could happen to you? Smooth move, Darce, you deserve to get man handled."
Darcy hastily pulled away from Leah. "You know what, I forgot my phone in the car. I'm going to go get it and catch up with you guys inside." She quickly lied. Leah blinked at her then shrugged.
"Whatever, Darce." Leah gave her a weak, uncaring wave before walking off with Erin. Um, who was the birthday girl? Shaking her head, Darcy made her back to the car, thinking of going off somewhere for the night. Where would she go? Almost everything was closed, and she really didn't feel like sitting in her car all night to wait for her Bimbo roommates. She also didn't want drive all the way back to the apartment and accidentally fall asleep, because she will pay with her blood if Erin and Leah were left stranded. She heaved a large sigh and stopped when she spotted something.
A bar, not far from where her car was parked. Well, it looked far more decent than the club, and she could see through the windows that it wasn't all that packed. Darcy debated with herself. Sitting in her care alone? Bar? Sitting in her car alone? Bar? Sitting in her car alone? Bar?
Was she seriously weighing the options?
Darcy pocketed her keys and made her way towards the bar. She wasn't worried about Leah and Erin looking for her, they didn't care; as long as Darcy answered their half drunk text messages about how sexy this guy looked and how cute his ass was, it was all good. She was off the hook. Double-checking that she had cash, and hoping that they wouldn't ask for an ID, Darcy continued on her way.
When she entered the quiet bar, many heads turned to look at her. She probably looked like a hooker who got lost on her way to the closest motel. She shrugged to herself, eh, it could be worse. The air was tidy, with soft music playing in the far back, the smell of different drinks reaching her nose. Well, it was better than the club from across the street. Scanning the area for a place to sit, she decided on a booth, but her attention was taken away from her by someone sitting a few feet away at the bar.
Now, Darcy has had many classes with, hnnnnnggg, gorgeous guys that kept her from taking notes, and she figured she had met many guys as well. Guys from cute dorks to badass hotties, and she thought she's seen them all.
Boy was she wrong.
He sat there quietly, tapping his thumb lightly against the rim of his glass, face tired, but equally handsome, with a nice set jaw, and amazing eyes to boot. It wasn't his face that captured her attention, or his rock hard body, or his muscular arms, or great ass, nope. It was the aurora of 'keep the fuck away,' that had her almost drooling. The guy reeked of isolation, silent desperation, and anger, and she's pissed off enough people to know that this guy was vivid. Even if his face seemed calm, she could tell by the way he held his glass and bore a hole in the wall, that he was in no gaming mood.
She walked to him, because that seemed the only logical idea at the moment.
She tried to play it casual and ordered a drink as she sat down a seat away from him. She thanked the heavens when the bartender didn't ask for ID, and chanced a glance at the gorgeous man beside her. He didn't even look up, didn't even act like he noticed any movement coming from her. It was as if she was air, and not the prettiest girl in the bar. She wasn't trying to be cocky, but the only other good looking chick in the bar was a woman in her thirties, and she had a wedding ring on her finger.
Darcy wasn't ashamed to notice that she was trying a little too hard to catch his attention. She lightly flung her blond hair over her shoulder, cleared her throat a little too loudly, crossed her legs, God, what the hell was she doing…? It honestly got to the point where the very heat of his body was radiating off of him, and she was about to go mad if she didn't do something.
"I don't care if he blows me off, just look at me damn it! This will be the last night I will ever look like some hooker!" She roared in her head. Oh, come on, she was Darcy Lewis. When was she afraid of anything?
"Well, there was that one chunky girl from second grade…focus, Darce!"
She tried to sensually make her way towards him, and failed miserably, stumbling slightly on her damned heels. His gaze flickered towards her. Oh, so that's what he noticed? She was about two seconds away from smacking the guy for being an ass.
"Hey…" She tried to sound flirtatious. "Ah…stranger…?" Well, it looked easy when Leah did it. She mentally face palmed.
He gave her a once over, his scowl heavy on his face. His eyes were full of raw emotion, intense orbs of green and brown, mixed together with slight arrogance and seriousness. Sharp. She had caught him in an ugly mood, the slight smell of alcohol reaching her nose, joining his natural male aroma of trees and bark. Yummy.
Trees and bark?
Lay off the drinks, Darcy.
"You know, you seem to be in a shit mood, so I'm just going to forget this conversation ever happened for obvious reasons." She told him as she stood to leave, regretting ever turning her attention to him. Something about him just turned off all of her courage.
"Well that sucked, yeah, Darce, go for the only good looking guy in the bar so he could shoot you down." She thought bitterly.
She suddenly felt his calloused hand grab her wrist. "You're going to regret talking to me…" He told her coldly.
…
One night stands were never really her thing, but he was so worth it. Besides, she liked to consider it as a birthday present to herself. Darcy was aware that she was slightly tipsy when she led him back to her car, and she was very aware of the fact that he was probably too half way drunk to even care that they were going to get it on in the back of said car.
Her actions didn't make her any better than both Leah and Erin, but she didn't really have time to think. She was quickly swept off her feet by the kisses, his touch, the heat of his skin, and sight of his broad chest and shoulders. Lustful eyes burning into hers, watching her, not really seeing her. Darcy would never have given herself to a guy so easily, but she couldn't help be feel attracted to him, both physically, and…emotionally? Could that even be possible? She had been pulled in by his chaotic atmosphere, she wanted to hold him, whether it was intimately or not…
But all good things are short lived. He was probably looking for a distraction, and she happened to fly into his lap. Darcy should have known better than to have expected for anything more after their intimate encounter, but of course, like an idiot, she thought he'd be different.
Nope.
He saw her, took her, and left. Just like that. No good-byes, not even a glance over his shoulder, nothing. He didn't even bother to say thank you, the ungrateful asshole…well, it was partially her fault…
Still…
…
Three Years Later
"Yes, I understand! No, I don't agree with you!" Jane suddenly shouted, making Darcy jump up from where her head was resting just seconds before.
"Yeesh…" She hastily rubbed her drool away from the papers Jane had given her to look over before turning them in to S.H.I.E.L.D. Jane should know better than to involve her in her scientific projects, alias, reports, tiny words and formulas. She really wasn't a college student anymore, that flew out the window when a certain beefy Thunder God ransacked New Mexico with "Hammer! HAMMER!"
She idly tried to get back to work, fixing her glasses, but it was getting hard to concentrate with Jane waving her arms in the air, a manila folder in her hand. "Loki has been captured, Eric is doing well, I don't need people to come stay with us in order to look after us! That's ridiculous, we're not ready for this!"
Jane tossed the folder onto the table, hitting the reports and sending them scattering along with the contents of the folder. Trying hard not to curse at her friend, Darcy sighed and leaned forward to pick up the mess. She picked up the folder, and two photos fell out.
On photo was of a red-haired woman she knew all too well. Darcy saw her on television, kicking alien ass. She saw her a few times around the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility when she visited Jane for scones and coffee. Natalie Roman-something or other. However, it was the picture of the guy that had her scrambling away from the pile in seconds, hitting her head with the table leg.
Jane was too riled up on the phone to notice, but Darcy literally felt her heart stop as she saw the picture of the man from three years ago she hooked up with at that bar on her birthday. He was staring up at her, same handsome features, same troubled look. Nothing has changed.
Agent Clint Barton. Codename: Hawkeye. Part of the Avengers.
Barton…
Clint…
Clint Barton, oh holy shit.
There you go! I hope you liked it! XD I didn't have to time edit, so I'm sorry for the mistakes!
