Author's Note: Wow! It's been a long time since I've updated, and I'm super sorry for that, guys. I was on vacation for a week and since I've been back it's been constant back-to-school stuff. So I won't keep you waiting long. I know the holidays a little early, but hey, I do love a good pig-out.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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"Tony, I need help." Darcy whines the moment she enters the lab. Bruce doesn't mind. He doesn't understand why people think he should be the first thing on her mind every day. Their lives are too complicated for that. But regardless, even as Darcy is whining to Tony, she walks over, dragging her feet childishly, and collapses on Bruce's lap, all over his papers, arms draping around his neck.
"What's up, kid?" Tony asks, not looking up from his work, because teasing Bruce and Darcy about their relationship is no fun. Darcy is like Tony. When she does something she does it with pride.
"Well, I was walking through the kitchen and I happened to look at the calendar-" she started.
"We have a calendar?" Bruce interrupts, brow furrowed in surprise.
"Pepper." is Tony's simple answer.
"Yes, Pepper. Anyways, Tony, it's November, already. Thanksgiving is tomorrow. And, seeing as I can't go home because that'd be too risky, we better have a freakin' feast here. I need my pig out, cheat on my diet day!" she demands.
"You're not on a diet." Bruce deadpans.
"Okay, then I need I day when I can feel like all the normal women of America and pretend I'm cheating on my diet!" Darcy replies, after giving Bruce's ear a tug for ruining her reasoning.
"You got it kid, I'll order all the food you can-" Tony starts, and is startled when Darcy nearly shouts "No!" Startled enough that he looks up from his suit, and pulls the safety goggles away from his face.
"We all have to make something and contribute it!" Darcy explains now, wriggling out of Bruce's arms and standing behind him instead, hand in his hair, smoothing through, nails running gently against his scalp. "That's what Thanksgiving is." she adds, pouting.
Tony stares at her for a full minute, before he bursts out laughing. "You've got to be kidding me, Darce. The last time I tried to cook something was on a plane-"
"And for Pepper and it was inedible. She's told me the story." Darcy replies with a roll of her eyes. "I know you can't cook, Tony. You can just supply drinks and look pretty." she adds earnestly, and Bruce tilts his head back, takes one look at her face, and is instantly looking at Tony once more, though his eyes are pleading.
Tony looks back and forth between the two, before he curses. "Well shit. Fine, whatever. But I'm not eating anything Thor brings, got it? Do you know what he put on the grocery list? 'Three plump oxen.' Oxen, Darcy." he groans, and pulls his goggles back down. He's about to start the soldering iron again when he's suddenly knocked to the side.
Darcy stands with a grin on her face and her arms around him. "Thanks, Tony!" she beams, kisses his cheek, runs over to Bruce's desk to press a quick kiss to his mouth, before she's grabbing her jacket and darting out the door, sprinting upstairs, presumably to inform the others of their last-minute assignment.
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"Wow, I'm impressed." Darcy compliments as she watches Clint pull the finished turkey out of the oven, steaming in the kitchen.
"If there's one thing I can do, it's cook a damn turkey." Clint replies proudly, as he sets it on the stove and pulls the oven mitts off.
"And fight an alien invasion, and use a bow and arrows as modern weapons, and-" Darcy starts, but a flick on the back of the head stops her.
"We get it, Darcy." Natasha says, strolling past her with that little hint of a smile that means she's joking. Or about to kill you. Darcy's hoping it's joking, though. She's carrying three pies with her. One Darcy identifies easily as chocolate, and one she thinks might be banana cream. The last must be a fruit one, (Darcy hopes apple), because there is a crust over the top.
"What'd you make?" Clint questioned, tilting his head upon turning and seeing Darcy empty handed.
"Potato casserole, sittin' right there." Darcy replies, gesturing to the large, covered pan on the counter. Bruce enters now, carrying a large bowl with a top on it with him. His glasses are slightly crooked, and with a grin, Darcy fixes them.
"Uh... stuffing." he speaks finally, lifting the bowl slightly for emphasis, before setting it on the counter.
"Let's set the table, I think Pepper's almost done with hers, and Thor and Loki are playing with the ice cream maker." Clint looks alarmed for a moment, but Darcy holds up a hand. "Jane's supervising." she adds, and grabs a fistful of silverware, marching into the dining room to start placing a fork, a knife, and a spoon at each place mat. Bruce follows with a stack of huge dinner plates, and Clint and Natasha go about setting mugs down.
Tony's got an array of drinks in pitchers on the table. At least if he wasn't cooking, he got the fancy stuff.
'Oh hell, he would've gotten the fancy stuff no matter what.' Darcy thinks with a smile, setting forks, knives, and spoons at each place with a smile. The elevator gives a soft 'ping', and Steve enters the room with a big smile. This is another reason Darcy wanted them to celebrate. She knew if anyone, Steve would appreciate it the most. He's carrying three containers. One with cranberry sauce, another with mashed potatoes, and a last with gravy. Darcy goes to take a few, as Pepper enters with her green bean casserole, a smile, and her boyfriend.
"Let's get this food on the table, guys, I'm starving." Clint speaks loudly, and it's done. They'll apparently have some ice cream with their pie, because Loki did his whole, 'Hey, I'm a frost giant.' thing, and Thor has assured them that it tastes wonderful.
Her plate is full and Darcy's about to dig in when Steve clears his throat at the end of the table, looking a bit self conscious. Oh right.
"Can we, um... say grace?" he questions, and it's a little timid. He knows the times are different, but Darcy's more than willing to give him this. She reaches out for Bruce's hand, and then Jane's, and gradually, they're all connected, hands held. Steve says a quick prayer, and Darcy appreciates that because she might shrivel up any second now, and then they're free.
The food is great. She's amazed that all of them managed this. She had been sure something would go wrong. The turkey would be burned, or some crazy guy would attack, but hey, if she was evil, she'd still want a 'cheat on my diet' day, too.
There's talking and laughing and it'd be a story book moment if they weren't who they were.
And Darcy thinks its perfect until Bruce's hand finds hers under the table and gives it a squeeze. That's when she knows it's perfect.
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Author's Note: I know this is supposed to be about Bruce and Darcy, and I try to make it that, I really do, but I just love the whole team, and I love team fics. I'll try and think of a good one for just Bruce and Darcy, but in all honesty, no promises.
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