Witch: My muse is so flighty. I'm more of a Reader than an Author anyway – so take what I give you people. Was watching RENT yesterday and I totally made the connection between this song and my main Avengers ship.
Yes this is a song-fic, flame all you want – it makes for reviews.
Bruce: What you forget?
Darcy: Got a light?
Bruce: I know you you're-–you're shivering
Darcy: It's nothing; they turned off my heat and I'm just a little weak on my feet. Would you light my candle? What are you staring at?
Bruce: Nothing…your hair in the moonlight. You look familiar. Can you make it?
Darcy: Just haven't eaten much today at least the room stopped spinning. Anyway…what?
Bruce: Nothing your smile reminded me of—
Darcy: —I always remind people of…who is she?
Bruce: She left, her name was Betty.
Darcy: It's out again! Sorry 'bout your friend. Would you light my candle?
Bruce: Well…?
Darcy: Yeah? Ow!
Bruce: Oh! The wax, it's—
Darcy: —Dripping. I like it between my—
Bruce: Fingers! I figured… Oh well, goodnight.
Darcy: *knock knock*
Bruce: It blew out again?
Darcy: No, I think that I dropped my cash
Bruce: I know I've seen you out and about when I used to go out… Your candle's out.
Darcy: Ugh, I'm ill and I had it when I walked in the door. I'm not sure. Is it on the floor?
Bruce: The floor?
Darcy: …They say that I have the best ass below 14th street. Is it true?
Bruce: What?
Darcy: You're staring again
Bruce: Oh no—I mean you do; h-have a nice—I mean – ugh! You look familiar.
Darcy: Like your ex-girlfriend.
Bruce: Only when you smile but I know I've seen you somewhere else.
Darcy: We could light the candle. Oh won't you light the candle?
Bruce: Why don't you lie down and stuff? You look like you're sixteen.
Darcy: I'm nineteen! But I'm old for my age. I'm just born to be bad!
Bruce: I once was born to be bad…
Darcy: We could light the candle? Oh what'd you do to my candle?
Bruce: That was my last match.
Darcy: Our eyes'll adjust, thank God for the moon.
Bruce: Maybe it's not the moon at all. I hear Spike Lee's shooting down the street.
Darcy: Bah hum bug, bah hum bug.
Bruce: Cold hands.
Darcy: Yours too. Big, like my father's. Do you wanna dance?
Bruce: With you?
Darcy: No – with my father.
Bruce: I'm Banner.
Darcy: They call me… They call me… Darcy
Witch: Yeah so basically my muse liked the idea of there being a blackout (possibly due to Tony, sources aren't saying… whether it was deliberate ¬_¬) and Darcy using a candle to sneak in and talk to our reclusive Banner, especially when the candle keeps 'going out' and she 'dropped cash' and got her assets admired. (Yeah I was tired of the boob jokes/references, that's not all she's got you know) And yes it's been modified; this isn't an AU/crossover. But don't you just love the idea?