This chapter may be too mushy for this story... if it doesn't jibe lemme know!
Also: all the same rules still apply, I don't own anything, this is fanfic, and it's set post Avengers movie.
After a fantastically happy ending, the credits roll one last time and it's well past two. Darcy was quite tired and yawned loudly. "You know why I like your pants Hawkeye."
Clint stretched languorously. "Tell me."
"They're a bit like Rochester's especially in the back." She smiled sleepily at him.
"Oh?" Clint stands up and faces Darcy who's still sprawled on the couch.
"Yes indeed." Darcy smiled, her eyes glinting.
Clint swept Darcy up in his arms, and as her feet lost touch with the floor her concept of reality went out the window. Her arms wrapped around him; his strong arms around him and his chest was pressed up against her. The feeling of total enamorment took over; somewhere in her stomach an ache had formed, her mouth had gone dry, it was intensely wonderful, and surprising. When had she had felt this way about someone? When had it sprung up like a rabid daisy, flowering in one day?
Darcy stared him in the eyes and licked her lips. She kissed him, or maybe he kissed her just as she was leaning in to kiss him, either way, it was a deep and passionate kiss that had Darcy clinging to him. She felt the blush rise in her cheeks and her heart pound. Maybe Jane wouldn't have kissed Rochester at this point, but she couldn't help it. Clint had managed to create a genuine affection, where there had only been esteem for physical features.
When he did finally set her down he had managed to get her close to her door. His face was flushed, and his eyes several shades darker than usual. He had been thinking of pulling Darcy close for another kiss, or pushing her up against the door... but getting caught up in the Erye moment had given him an idea.
"Good night." Darcy was a bit breathless.
Clint smiled and bent formally at the waist. "Good night." He kissed her hand, just above her knuckles, keeping eye contact throughout the outdated gesture. Darcy bit back what would have been a nervous giggle, when did anyone...Pull a Rochester? The attention was almost chivalrous.
He then pressed his thumb to her wrist, the contact of his warm calloused hands firmly pressed to her skin, she, there is no better word for it, gasped at the sensation. He turned her hand over and pressed another kiss into her palm. Darcy has to hold the door handle to keep herself from collapsing into a puddle of romance goo.
"Good night, Mr. Barton." She managed.
"Good night Ms. Lewis." He smirked.
She ducks her head and scurries into her room. Darcy sighed deeply. She flopped onto her bed, staring at her hand, looking for evidence of Clint's kiss, but found none. Just her skin, nothing special, no trace that Barton had ever been there.
The next morning there is a copy of the new Jane eyre is on her door in a gift bag. The gold flourishes look a lot like the lace found on Jane's costumes.
Attention to detail Mr. Barton, ten points. There was a note:
Ms. Lewis please accompany me in viewing in the most recent adaption of Jane Eyre?
Yours,
C.B.
Darcy took her gift bag to breakfast, and found a sleep Jane Foster at the table sipping and sniffing her coffee slowly.
"Morning, Darce," Jane's eyes weren't all the way open just yet.
"Good morning Dr. Foster."
"Oh?" Jane's eyes open a bit wider, surprised at being addressed as such.
"He gave me a copy of the new Jane Eyre, he wishes me to accompany him tonight to watch it." Darcy smiled rather pleased.
Jane grins goofily. "He's wooing you."
Thor strides in singing an Asguadian tune. He stops and smiles awash in the winter sunlight streaming in through enormous panes. Golden god, here he was, a definition in the phrase. "Hello my sweet Jane." He placed a kiss on top of her head.
"I trust you slept well." He murmured.
"You now I did." Jane giggles.
They share a look of longing, back to bed, for morning relations, it was all over both of their faces. It was somehow terribly indiscreet, and Darcy felt like she was looking in on something private, and made her feel a little out of place.
"Well that just lost you the good poptarts." Darcy sniffed.
Darcy got up, and snagged the vanilla milkshake poptarts leaving the brown sugar ones on a plate in front of the toaster.
"Good morning my friend Darcy, how do you fair?" Looking away from Jane and shooting a covetous look at Darcy's plate.
"Oh, alright, you can have one of the good ones.." Darcy rolled her eyes.
"Merciful as always" Thor grinned as he grabbed a heavenly pastry. "Hot, owfds, hot."
"Oh puppy." Darcy patted Thor on the arm.
He made a small whimpering noise as he left the table and went to the fridge for a glass of water.
"So, Hawkeye?" Jane said glowing.
"He is indeed wooing." Darcy smiled back at Jane.
"foo?" Thor attempts to ask who, but his tongue is slightly burned, it'll heal in less than a minute, but he's trying to ask now and as such, unable to say who properly.
Jane knows what he's trying to say, she's good that way, only with Thor and Darcy though. "Clint and Darcy share an affinity for stuff period pieces."
Thor sits down in between Darcy and Jane. He looks slightly confused, and can now speak, ah not even poptarts can keep a good god-like creature down. "I thought those went at the end of a sentence. Or do you mean womens' time?"
Darcy bursts out laughing, tears running down her face. "Not quite big guy."
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After Thor left to spar with Steve. The girls stayed at the breakfast table sipping another cup of coffee.
"How's the coffee?" Darcy asked, stretching in her seat.
"Well the first two cups were strangely vodka flavored." Jane quipped.
"whoops."
"Yeah, well it wasn't like I was going to the lab today. None of the minions are back from their vacations yet anyway. Turns out most of them do have lives other than doing my bidding." Jane replied casually.
"Strange, people who do things other than. science!" Darcy teased.
"Well I can count on Stark if I really want to do science" Jane wiggles her fingers at Darcy taking the idea of science a step further.
"Well, Stark is in the building, but I doubt Pepper would let him get lost in the lab when she's still technically on vacation." Jane assured.
"Valid point." Darcy answered.
