It was nearly an hour later when Tony Stark walked into Bruce's apartment. He did a double take at the sight of the dark haired woman curled up on the couch in just a t-shirt and her underwear. She casually leant back against the armrest, her bare legs stretched out, feet resting in Bruce's lap.

"Wow, you move fast, I approve."

"Fast what now?" Darcy blinked in confusion. Tony gestured his hand between her and Bruce on the couch and suddenly they realised what he was talking about. "I totally hit on him when he came running in all bed rumpled and shirtless and everything but apparently he's too much of a gentleman for that."

"Disappointed in you Bruce!" Tony said, pointing accusingly at the man now looking like a deer caught in the headlights. Then he handed Darcy a starkpad.

"What is this for?" She asked.

"Look at the screen dummy." He rolled his eyes. "Curtains, beds, carpets. Pick some."

"Is there something wrong with the bed at my apartment?" She asked.

"None of that furniture is coming to this tower. Your stuff can come, your furniture is cheap, falling apart trash." He insisted, lifting her legs from the other man's lap and dropping down onto the couch between her and Bruce. "So the walls are all just white, we can change them if you want but then it'd be hard to move you in today."

"White is fine." She replied. "It beats mouldy and chipped."

"You're not wrong there." Tony agrees. "So, choose some furniture and I will have it here before bed time."

"The people in this tower don't have a bed time." Darcy said flatly.

"You know what I mean." He said pointedly.

"OK…um…I don't know how about blue?" she suggested.

"Why are you asking me?"

"I've never picked out new stuff before, I shop at flea markets." She shrugged. "Oh I like that picture, can you do that?" She pointed to a picture of a simple white metal bed frame with green and white bedsheets on, the cushions, rugs and curtains also a mixture of white, green and brown some with vine like designs on.

"Done." Tony nodded. "What about the living area? Still the same colours?" Darcy made a humming noise for a moment as she continued to flick through the images on the starkpad.

"Black and white, more like this." She said, showing him a picture.

"Done and done, easiest woman to please ever." He commented, taking back the tablet.

"You're giving me a rent free room." She replied. "Seriously, I'd have been happy with the room and a mattress on the floor as long as I could bring my posters and books and stuff."

"Yeah, I noticed the action figures and the superhero underwear."

"You looked at my underwear." She demanded.

"I was being nosey." He shrugged, as if that explained everything. "I thought I'd find something kinky in there but no such luck."

"That's because I don't keep my sex toys with my underwear, they have their own spot." She grinned, sending a wink in Bruce's direction. "Unless you want me to relay this entire conversation to Pepper, I would think very carefully about my next words if I were you Tony."

"No fun." He pouted, getting up from the couch. "Fine, you two get back to whatever it is you weren't doing."

Darcy and Bruce stared at the billionaire as he left the room, a short silence followed his departure.

"I'd like to be horrified that he went through my underwear drawer but really by this point I can't even bring myself to be that surprised." She commented.

"Superhero underwear?" he asked.

"Hey you've already seen my pretty underwear, now you want to see the cool ones too?" she teased, nudging him with her toes.

"I-I didn't mean-"

"Chill," she laughed, taking pity on him. "If you want to see my underwear all you have to do is say so."

"Wha- I…" he blurted, looking a bit confused.

"We could do a trade, you show me your underwear, I show you mine." She told him, getting comfortable on the couch again and turning her attention back to the movie.

"I don't usually wear underwear." He blurted out before he thought better of it.

"Score." She grinned.

They were into the second film before Jane finally made an appearance. Knocking on the door and entering when Jarvis opened the door.

"I'm sorry, I went straight to your place to help…just…help." Jane explained looking embarrassed for a moment.

"And did you save Steve from being scarred for life?" Darcy asked.

"I did." The older woman nodded. "I can't say the same about myself though."

"Not all of us can have actual Gods to fulfil our wildest desires Jane." Darcy countered, taking the clothes from her boss gratefully. She didn't bother going elsewhere to change, what was the point, both Bruce and Jane had seen her in her underwear already. Instead she simply tugged a clean pair of jeans on and wriggled into them. She glanced at the top Jane had brought from her apartment and shrugged. "Why waste a clean shirt this late in the day?"

"The rest of your stuff is on the way right now. It's a shame you're not going to be next door to me, there was an empty room across from us." Jane mused.

"Apparently you and Thor did some Steve scarring yourselves." Darcy smirked. Jane flushed and whacked Darcy with a hiss to be quiet.

"Anyway, you'll be able to go to your room in a bit, the furniture guys a building it all right now. I'm going to go meet the guy downstairs with your stuff, you wait here."

"I'm fine Jane." Darcy called to the other woman now making her way back to the door. "I can-"

"Rest here." Bruce cut in sternly. "You can put away some of your stuff when it's already been brought to your apartment for you. You will not unpack everything tonight and you will not do anything strenuous." Darcy huffed and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"You just wait until the next time I kick you out of your lab." She mumbled. "I'm so throwing every second of this back at you."

Darcy's room was lovely. Tony had done what he did best and as she stepped into her new home, she felt like she was stepping into the catalogue. It was all clean and new smelling and perfect. Too perfect, it needed some homely touches to really make it her own place but it was nicer than anywhere she had ever lived before.

Bruce excused had excused himself after escorting her to her rooms when the others arrived. He said that his work really couldn't be ignored any longer and disappeared into the elevator. She had however tried to follow his orders to take it easy and get some rest.

Over the next two weeks she had to admit that it was definitely easier to manage everyone and fit in time to take care of herself, when she didn't have a half hour bus journey home and back. It was easier to take the time to rest knowing that she could have Jarvis alert her to any problems. It was also an added bonus that she could make everyone breakfast while still in her pajamas and go back and get dressed afterwards.

It was one such morning that had Bruce looking somewhat uncomfortable. Darcy shoved a plate or pancakes towards Steve, who was about to be heading off to DC for at least a few weeks; so she needed to feed him extra so that he would remember to come back.

"Bruce are you going to eat that omelet or just sit there while it goes cold?" she asked.

"I uh…sorry." He replied, dropping his fork back to his plate to mechanically resume eating.

"Are you alright?" Steve asked him quietly, as the woman moved back towards the other side of the kitchen to clear up some of the mess.

"Yeah, I-" he shifted his gaze from Darcy guiltily.

"Everyone keeps telling me that when you like a girl, you should do something about it."

"It's um…Darcy and I aren't…she's wearing my shirt." He admitted quietly, making a point not to look up again. His teammate glanced briefly at the woman in question and noted that the grey shirt she wore was definitely oversized, reaching her thighs which was incidentally only about where her shorts also reached. He let out a small grin as he spotted the batman socks that she also wore. He didn't say anything, just nodded in acknowledgement. It was fairly easy to see the appeal of a woman wondering around your clothing, it gave some kind of illusion of possession. He couldn't help but wonder if Darcy knew exactly what she was doing, she definitely seemed pretty clued in to the workings of such things. He couldn't help but smile to himself slightly, if Darcy Lewis had set her sights on Banner, then not only was Banner a lucky guy but he was also in way over his head. Darcy would eat him alive.

Bruce found himself eying Darcy again, he wanted to get up and leave, he told himself he should do exactly that…but for just this once he found himself being selfish. Instead he slowly ate his breakfast watching the curvy young woman dance her way about the kitchen in his shirt.

Darcy had never been one for the normal or the boring. She had chosen political science for a reason, politics was never boring. It was a minefield of truth, lies and everything in-between that made the world go round. It had been her love of such things that had gotten her a position in the Avengers tower when Jane relocated there. No longer just Jane's assistant, she now had several new scientists under her wing.

When none other than Pepper Potts had witnessed Darcy forcing a Dr Michaels out of the research and development labs, for no reason other than that Darcy hadn't seen her leave her station for sixteen hours, she had offered her the job. With both a heart and mouth as big as Darcy Lewis's, Pepper knew that she could handle anyone, even Tony Stark himself.

The young woman was never seen as boring or conservative, so it should come as no surprise that her reaction to the Hulk was one that hadn't been seen before.

Shouting was the first clue that something was wrong, then the shaking, the floors themselves seemed to quake. Darcy made her way towards the upper labs to shout at Tony for inevitably blowing something up, only to come face to face with a crowd of terrified scientists in the hallway staring up at the Hulk.

Having only seen the Hulk in person once, from a distance, Darcy found herself unsure on what to do. Voices around her told her that everyone was trying to back away without angering the man-beast further.

"Hey big guy," Tony's voice came from the other side of the huge figure. "How about we just back up a step or two? You want to smash? We have some things you can smash, that way."

Darcy looked behind her to the door that led to the containment room. She saw Steve jog up the corridor towards her and gestured wildly to the door. He nodded and slammed his palm against the button to open the double doors.

The Hulk was ignoring Tony and roared frighteningly back at him. Not wanting her boss to end up as a pancake, no one could really blame her for her next actions.

"Hey big guy!" She called out as loud as she could. He snarled and turned his head to snarl at her, before apparently deciding that Tony was more of a threat and moving to look back to him. "Hey, over here!"

There wasn't a great reasoning behind her next actions, actions which no one would ever let her live down. Darcy lifted her shirt up and flashed the Hulk. In her defense it was something that had gotten plenty of attention for her before and in this case, it still seemed to work. The man-beast in question continued to look at her, his head tilting curiously.

"Yep, still male then huh." She muttered, before raising her voice to call out again. "Now that I have your attention, look something to smash!"

His gaze followed her arm as she pointed to the door behind her.

"Hulk, smash!" He growled. The ground shook as he lumbered his way towards her. Darcy stepped out of the way as he entered the containment room, only to find herself being grabbed by his arm and brought with him. She gasped in shock and froze, great...was this where she died? Did the Hulk think she was a human sacrifice of something?

It was a complete surprise when he set her down carefully in the containment room and began to smash at the large boulder inside. Steve reached a hand in to grab her and quickly yanked her out, before sealing the doors as she straightened her clothing.

The Hulk roared, clearly noticing her absence and began to pound on the door. It didn't even shake. That gave her some measure of comfort at least.

"HULK'S!" he roared, looking both angry and confused in a way that made Darcy feel slightly guilty. Fortunately once Darcy and Steve moved out of his line of sight he seemed to settle down and move back to the boulder where he resumed smashing it.

"Good job Lewis, high five!" Tony announced, holding up a hand as he approached them. She gave him his high five with a laugh. "You just made all this damage worth it. You should help with the big guy more often."

"Tony." Steve protested.

"Hey, what can I say, God gave you a brain to invent stuff, he gave me awesome boobs." She shrugged. "I had no idea that would actually work."