Jane Eyre+Vodka+Darcy= equals trouble for anyone in the vicinity.

Pairing: Clint/Darcy

Rating Teen now, no idea what else later.

I don't own anything from the land of Marvel(Movieverse or any verse actually). No content infringement intended. Just trying to get the story out of my brain...

Unbetaed because it's 6:30am and I don't like showing my fanfic to my friends unless it's Katie. And I don't think she reads Marvel.

Stark Mansion, NYC January 2nd...

Darcy sat on the couch in front of the tv, flipping through the on screen guide and found Jane Eyre. A Large mug of hot coca in her hand and a very large bottle of Vanilla vodka on the coffee table in front of her. Darcy knew the perils of watching anything this unabashedly romantic (and somewhat tragic) alone, in the wintery grey quiet of New York after New Year's, but it was a version she hadn't seen and no one seemed to be in the house, or if they were, they weren't conscious. So she had settled into the tv area adjacent from the kitchen with what was obviously Jane's "I'm visiting my God of Thunder Boyfriend and I'm going to need a lot of energy" cup.

"Dalton" She read as she hit info and found out the Rochester was being played by the former Mr. Bond. "Cool."

Almost three hours later:

Clint was in the kitchen of the Stark Mansion, halfway into the fridge picking out an afternoon beer was serious business in the Stark kitchen. Several micro brews, Yuengling, and a six pack of PBR. Clint paused, A winter ale in hand. PBR meant someone young, he looked on a few other shelves, new coffee beans in a zip lock, and extra hot salsa. He leaned to his left to see three different boxes of pop tarts.

All signs point to, Darcy Lewis.

"eegkh" A sob that was attempting to be stopped up by a tissue could be heard over the hum of the super fridge.

Yup, Darcy. He shut the fridge, twisted the cap off his beer (and sunk the into a trash can across the room, while walking, still the champ) and made his way to the couch.

"Darc-" Clint started, which triggered a thick whimper.

"But hh-ee" hiccup "Loves, her." Darcy was clutching her mug and crying into it.

"Well you've known that for a while, I mean he came back for her." Clint looked down at his beer and sighed. It would keep.

"No you idiot. Rochester." Darcy sniffling and pouring vodka into the large mug that seemed more like a bowl.

Clint gave her a hard look, realizing that Darcy had given up the pretense of a winter cocktail (Hot Cocoa and Vanilla vodka) and had a mug full of vodka. Almost afraid to ask "What version are you watching?"

"One of the older ones..."Her double-take is comical in it's cartoonishness. She was trying not to scoff or give a snide comment, Hawkeye knowledgeable about British classics.

He sat down next to her "Which one Lewis?"

"The one with B-ondd" Darcy was fighting getting worked up again as she wiped her eyes on her sleeve, and pours more vodka into her mug.

"Hey, hey slow down there Darce" He put his beer on the table. "At this rate you won't ever make it to any of the good stuff."

Darcy took several steadying breaths and paused the film. "Valid point." She eyed him carefully. "Never picked you to be a fan of the classics."

"Well, traveling around with the circus, PBS is one of those things that you can rely on, Antiques Road Show, nature shows and -"

"Adaptations of the classics." she says.

Darcy smiles a combination of the crying and the booze give her extremely rosy cheeks that is kind of adorable.

"Got it in one". Clint took a sip of his beer shaking himself of finding a semi hysterical drunk girl attractive. Plunking his bottle down on the coffee table. "So where are we up to?"

"Jane's already met Rochester. The sparks already flying." Darcy took a sip from the mug still in her hands, Clint could smell the sweetness of the vanilla mixed with the vodka, his nose wrinkled.

"So you were crying for the impending doom?" Clint looked at her turning himself more towards her, their legs much closer together as he watched her.

"Yup". Darcy put down her mug "Wait till we get to the wedding."

"We're going to do all five plus hours in one sitting?" Clint made no attempt to hide his trepidation.

"Oh, c'mon, it's more like three and change now. Besides, got anything better to do?" She gave him charming half smile feeling fairly confident that Barton had less to do than she did.

"No, not really, but I think we could find something to do that's a bit more light hearted which might spread the misery out a bit."

"Oh, ok..."

"But we can watch a bit more now." Clint smiles at her indulgently.

"Oh, goodie, get comfortable Barton, I know I'm about to." With that she slid closer to him and let her head rest on his shoulder.

TBC