So…I've developed quite the unhealthy appetite for Darcy/Clint.

I've decided to help the other people suffering from Clarcy Disorder.

Yeah, see how I put in a stupid couple name, there?

DISCLAIMER: Don't own it. Never effin' will. *goes and cries in a corner like a good little fan girl*

Anyways…here's my story:D

Hope you guys like it.

He had walked in at the completely wrong time. Or the completely right time. Depends on if you're a masochist or not.

You see, Darcy, funny, beautiful, amazing Darcy, was so completely sad that he wondered if Tony had sat on her hamster again.

Clint had walked in to see her eating a tub of ice cream and The Patriot playing on the TV. He stopped short and turned around immediately. It would've been a clean getaway…except his brain decided to run him into a wall. "Ah! Damn it!"

Darcy's head of dark hair whipped towards him, ice cream halfway between her mouth and the tub of cookie dough ice cream. She regarded him coldly before saying, "Why the hell are you here?"

Clint looked up, stilling clutching his already crooked nose. "Oh no, my nose is fine, Darc. I just ran into a wall but no big deal."

Darcy shrugged, not even smiling. "You're a fucking Avenger. You train with Natasha Romanov. You can deal with a booboo on your nose." She told him, bringing the spoon of ice cream up to her mouth. "Now, leave."

He couldn't stop himself, it was too late. He'd done it. "What's wrong?" And just like that, Darcy was in tears and the tub of cookie dough ice cream was put aside. Clint stepped closer to the young woman, his heart hurting at the pain in her tears. "Darc?"

"I…go away."

Clint sat down beside her and took her into his arms. Immediately, her arms wound around his waist and her head of curls went in the crook of his neck. "Tell me so I can go kick someone's ass, sweetheart."

"…Well, Steve-"

"I can't beat up Steve, Darc."

She hit him in the chest. "Let me finish, jackass. Okay…Steve took me to this diner in Brooklyn, it was amazing. Like, seriously, if I ever get pregnant, I'm fucking moving there."

Clint stiffened slightly at the thought of her being pregnant before relaxing. "Just spit it out, Darc."

"I…do you like Natasha?"

"Sure."

Darcy pulled away to look him in the eye. "No…like, like like her."

"Oh, god no. Why?"

"At the diner, Steve asked me if he had a chance. I didn't understand until he said 'Do you think I could get Tasha to go out on a date with me?' I didn't see why not until he told me that you two had some kind of unresolved sexual tension and then I started thinking and thinking until-"

"You needed cookie dough ice cream and Mel Gibson with a ponytail to cheer you up."

"Yeah." Her head ducked down in embarrassment and fiddled with her thumbs.

Clint sighed and pulled her chin up so that her eyes met his. "Darc, you should know by now that I love you. There's no reason why I should like Natasha when I have the most gorgeous woman in the world as a girlfriend." With that, he kissed her soft lips, putting his strong arms around Darcy's waist. Darcy smiled against his lips and her hands went into his hair, pulling the strands.

When the need for breathe overcame the need for each other they broke apart, both breathing hard through swollen lips. Darcy laughed, "So we gonna fuck on the couch or are you going to take me to your room?"

Clint proceeded to pick up his extremely beautiful girlfriend, whom he loved very much (And you can tell Darcy that) so that he could prove to her that he most ardently did not like like Natasha Romanov.

So, there you have it. My first Clarcy.

I'm actually quite proud of it.

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-Spit-fire Extraordinaire