Author's Note: Sorry I haven't updated in so long! Anyways, this is a reference to Jeremy Renner being a make up artist before he was an actor. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel or any of its characters.
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"You're not just gonna throw on red lipstick?"
"Uh, duh. That's why you're here, Robin Hood. I liked how you did Natasha's make up when we had that press thing. I want you to work your magic on me."
"Natasha told you I do make up?"
"Again, duh. Now c'mon, hot shot. I need something natural, or whatever. She's getting married on the beach. So I can't even wear heels. I'll look weird with make up glopped on like war paint, so work your magic." Darcy's sitting in the room she shares with Bruce in front of a vanity. So old fashioned. But hey, sometimes it makes her feel like a princess.
"When's the wedding?" Clint questions as he examines the make up he has at his disposal. It's a surprising amount, considering he never sees Darcy with anything but lipstick and occasionally mascara on. She must have borrowed it from someone.
"Five hours." Darcy replied. "But the plane ride takes three. By the way, tell Tony I said thanks again for letting us use it." she added.
"Yeah, whatever." he replied simply, shrugging quietly. "You want something natural? Easy, you gotta frame the face. Brows, lashes, lips. It's simple, it's five minutes, but I'll spend longer because I like you, kid." Clint replied as he crouched in front of her, armed with the tools he had chosen. Darcy grinned briefly and closed her eyes obediently, feeling Clint start in on her eyebrows.
She hears a door open and close, and she knows Bruce has come out of the bathroom, showered and dressed in his suit.
"Am I next?" he questions, sounding amused.
"Shut it, Banner." Clint replied, voice surprisingly tight with concentration. Bruce just chuckles and she hears him walk off, presumably to get her dress from the closet. She feels pressure on her eyelids now, and she assumes Clint's sweeping on a little bit of eyeshadow. He moves on to her lips with what she recognizes as a lip stain, which she understands. Lipstick would be too... thick for a beach wedding. "Eyes open." he murmurs. Darcy obeys, and he carefully swipes on mascara, before nodding. Straightening, he instructs her to close her eyes again, spritzing her face with a make up setting spray, and stepping back.
Darcy waits for it to dry before opening her eyes, and leaning forwards to study herself in the mirror. She looks awesome, of course. She wonders why she ever doubted Clint. Hurriedly pulling her dress on, she swoops in to kiss his cheek. "See you soon!" she calls as she rushes out her door with Bruce, leaving Clint smirking behind her.
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Author's Note: Maybe I'll do the wedding, maybe not. I haven't decided yet. Hope you enjoyed it!