Just Darcy

Chapter 11: Just A Stark Wedding


Clint stepped out of the bathroom adjusting his cufflings. He looked toward the picture window of their luxury suite to find Darcy starring in awe out the window. He smiled lovingly looking her over in the gorgeous, formfitting, floor length navy blue gown. Her hair was pinned at the side holding the loose curls away from her face to flow down her back. She looked stunning, the snowy Colorado mountain scape sprawled out around her.

Darcy smiled sweetly, sensing Clint's eyes on her. She turned to look over her shoulder, throwing her a wink. "See something you like, handsome?" she asked. Clint snorted, shaking his head before presenting her with a smirk. Casually, he approached her, stopping directly behind her and resting his hands on her hips.

"Always." He whispered into her ear. She smiled, turning in his arms.

"You look so handsome in a suit." She replied fiddling with his tie. She laughed as a faint blush spread across his cheeks. He smiled lightly before leaning down to lay a chaste kiss on her lips.

"You ready?" she asked when he pulled away. He nodded offering her his arm before leading her out of their suite.

xXx

It had been an absolutely beautiful wedding. Extravagant and classy in the Stark fashion. Everyone was there, from the Avengers, to the Fantastic 4, even a select few of S.I.E.L.D. The grand hall set aside for the ceremony was decorated in lavender , silver and white, with pure white lilies in bunches around the alter and aisles, while lavender and silver ribbons looped around pillars balconies and windows.

The wedding party was small with Rhodey standing up for Tony as best man, both in black tuxes with lavender vests and silver ties. A close friend from Pepper's college days stood in for Maid of Honor dressed in a flowing lavender strapless gown. It was Pepper though, who took everyone's breath away. She stood proud in a gorgeous pearly white gown with intricate lace detailed sleeves. A lavender sash was set around her waist and a sheer veil was placed in the bun of her strawberry blonde hair.

Pepper was a vision of beauty and as she walked down the aisle, Tony couldn't take his off of her. Beside him Rhodey grinned, looking back and forth between his best friend and the woman that made Tony a better man just by proximity. He could see it in Tony's eyes as he watched her, he was picturing every aspect of their future together. To be honest, Rhodey couldn't wait to see it either.


"I'm going to go grab a refill, you want anything?" Clint asked Darcy as he leaned in close to her. She smiled, looking over at him.

"Um, how about a little red wine?" she replied. He smiled lightly back before planting a light kiss on the corner of her mouth and standing up. She smiled after him, watching him walk away before turning back to the table's conversation.

Clint stepped up to the bar ordering Darcy's red wine and a drink for himself. As he waited, he noticed a presence step up beside him.

"You're looking rather handsome tonight, Clint." An all too familiar voice sounded beside him. He knew she was here, he's seen her several times throughout the day, he had just hoped she would have the good sense to keep her distance.

"Thank you Bobbi." He finally replied turning to look at her. Barbara "Bobbi" Morse had always had a strong elegant charm about her. It's what attracted him to her in the first place. Looking at her now and picturing everything that had happened since she ended their relationship, he couldn't seem to remember why he'd wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about that. And as a fighter and agent he had the utmost respect for her, but she just wasn't Darcy.

"How have you been?" she asked sincerely.

"Good, I've been good." He replied. The bartender set his drinks in front of him.

"That's good." She added a bit awkwardly. The silence that fell between them was about as uncomfortable as could be imagined. He could tell she wanted to say something, but what unsure how to go about it. He didn't know which was weirder, the fact that she was viably uneasy, or the fact that after everything she had put him through, he was still standing there, waiting for her to say what was clearly on her mind.

Clint shook his head, reaching for his drinks. "Enjoy the party." He finally told her turning to walk away. His actions seemed to snap her out of her thoughts.

"Clint, wait." She called out to him, stopping him. He didn't look back at her. Barbara sighed. "Look I know you don't owe me anything, and I really can't blame you for wanting to get away from me, but please, could you spare even just a minute to talk."

"There's nothing to talk about Bobbi." He told her turning back to her.

"I know, I just need you to hear me out, just for a minute." She told him. He sighed looking down at the drinks in his hand. "You don't need to answer me now. If you're willing to listen then meet me in the hotel's front sitting room at midnight. If you don't show up, I'll take that as your answer, and I won't press it anymore."

Clint looked back up at her, leveling her with an intense stare. Finally he turned away, heading back to the table, unaware of the steely gaze that followed him, nor the second gaze glaring after Barbara.


Clint looked down at his watch, the hands pointing out five to midnight. He'd been arguing with himself for hours whether or not to meet with Barbara. On one hand it could be a chance to bury the hatchet, give them a chance to smooth out any issues. On the other hand he really didn't owe her anything, why should he give her the satisfaction of 'feeling better' when she was the one who broke his heart. He took a deep breath, whatever he told himself he had no doubt he would go. That was his flaw after all, being attracted to danger. It was just like him to step into a situation he knew would screw something up.

"You okay?" Darcy's calming voice called to him. He looked down at her at his side, he bright blue eyes shining up at him brilliantly.

"Yea, sweetheart. I'm alright." He told her. He shot her a crooked little smile, before wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into him. She came willingly, burying her face into his chest and inhaling his warm, spicy scent. When she pulled away he chuckled as a yawn escaped her. "I think someone's ready for bed." He told her. She smiled lethargically up at her.

"That does sound appealing." She replied.

"Well then," he began, steering her toward the grand staircase. "Why don't you head on up, I'll meet you there." She looked confused.

"Aren't you coming now?" he shook his head.

"I'm just gonna let the other's know we're leaving." He explained. She nodded, accepting his answer.

"Well hurry up then. It's cold upstairs." With that she turned and headed up the stairs. He smiled to himself watching her until she was out of sight. Once she was gone he turned on his heels jumping back with an indignant yelp when he found Coulson practically standing on top of him. How could possibly have missed his presence?

"What the hell, Phil?" Clint exclaimed with a scowl. The generic agent expression with plastered on his face, sending a chill down Clint's spine that he hadn't gotten since the first time he'd ever pissed off his handler.

"I'm going to make this as clear as I possibly can, Barton." Coulson began, his schooled expression just barely containing the rage beneath the surface. "If you hurt that young woman, I will hurt you." Clint didn't need to ask to know he was talking about Darcy. Before he could reply Coulson brushed past him, making his way up the staircase, and eventually out of sight.

When he was gone, Clint looked around, the war raging within himself. What was he supposed to do? He knew where he belonged, where he should be right then, but like a moth to a flame, he was drawn to the sitting room.

When he reached his destination the door was open just a crack, and he peaked in. At first he couldn't see anything, a small part of him really hoped she had changed her mind, but even as he thought so he knew he couldn't be so lucky. With a deep breath to steel his unusually jittery nerves he prepared to enter only to be stopped by voices coming from within.

"You need to let it go." That was Natasha, he'd know her voice anywhere. It had pulled him out of enough dark corners.

"This is none of your concern, Romanoff." And that was definitely Barbara.

"It is my concern." Natasha began. "If you're going to come back into Clint's life after everything you've already done to him then it is so my business." She was just barely containing her rage. He could hear it in the underlying notes of her voice.

"So what, what Clint wants isn't important? How do you know he doesn't want anything to do with me?" Barbara replied. "How do you know he won't be happy with me?

"He's happy now," Natasha began. Barbara cut her off.

"With who, that girl? She's barely even legal. She's not good for him. She's a child, he needs a woman." Barbara paused her voice getting more and more desperate.

"That alone just proves how little you understand Clint." Clint listened surprised by how gentle Natasha voice became. "Darcy clearly gives Clint something you never could. An out." She began. "You are all about the job, all about the mission, and while Clint is that way too, he's not stuck in that mindset the way you are. When the missions over, for better or worse, he leaves Hawkeye behind, if only for a short while and goes about his life as best he can." Natasha paused. "But you and I know better than anyone how difficult that is, and sometimes it's just too difficult for him. Darcy makes it easier. She makes it possible to be normal. And that's all Clint has ever wanted." There was a pause between them and Clint was beginning to wonder if they were finished with each other when Natasha spoke again, her voice returning to its steely tempo. "You are a fool if you actually think I'm going to let you get between them. If you do anything to jeopardize their relationship I will do everything in my power to make your life a living hell and I have no doubt the other Avengers would take pleasure in helping out as well. In fact I think it's time you headed home…now."

"Are you threatening me?" Barbara questioned. Without missing a beat, Natasha answered.

"Yes."

After that, Clint didn't stay to listen to Barbara's reply. It was clear he didn't need to, nor shouldn't be there. He should have known Natasha would always have her back, the way he would always have hers. he needed to make sure to thank her in some subtle way later.

Clint stepped into Darcy and His suite to find her fresh from the shower, curled up in bed with her tablet. "You better not be doing work, Lewis." He told her, stripping from his suit. She smirked.

"So what if I am? What are you going to do about it?" she taunted. He smirked in return finishing with the last of his clothing leaving him in only his briefs. He climbed up onto the bed crawling toward her.

"You know the rules babe, no work on vacation. I'm guess I'm just going to have to punish you." He told her matter of fact. He leaned into her, attacking her neck and sending her into a fit of giggles as he pulled her flat onto the bed.


"The longer you're in there, the greater a chance you have of being discovered. Fury, Coulson, they're not stupid, they do this for a living. If they even suspect something our entire mission is blown."

"Relax." McDowell said uninterested as he scrolled through files he had stolen from S.H.I.E.L.D. His companion shook his head.

"Relax, relax? First you get passed up for the promotion that would have made it easier to get what we need, then you draw attention to yourself by trying to date that Marcy girl,"

"Darcy." McDowell injected.

"Whatever, the point is, we don't have a lot of time left and you aren't helping things along at all." McDowell stopped what he was doing starring at the screen. The other man watched him confused as a smirk slowly grew on his face.

"I beg to differ." He said turning the screen toward the other man. He looked over the screen as well before looking wide eyed at McDowell.

"No way." He murmured to himself. McDowell's smirk turned evil.

"Buck, I've got a plan."


A/N: I'm Back!