AN: Sorry, this took way longer than I thought... I hope you still like it =)


It took a few days to get used to living with Thor, and even longer until Thor didn't try to blow up JARVIS anymore every time the AI spoke (Even though he still always looked around disorientated and tried to find out where 'this creature' was. Darcy stayed with Bruce ever since she first asked him. Both Tony and Pepper had offered her an own apartment, but Darcy always said she liked being around people and so it stayed this way.

Also, Darcy had kind of taking on scientist-sitting duties after Jane wasn't in the lab for so long times anymore (She actually spent most of her time in her quarters with Thor. Nobody wanted to know what exactly they did in there). Darcy would drag Bruce out of the lab every evening to make sure he at least got a bit sleep, bring him food and she mostly even managed to get him to come out of the lab for lunch. Lunch became a rite for the whole team, the one time were all of them were sitting together and talking and having fun. (Once Darcy had exchanged the salt with sugar. It had been absolutely hilarious, especially when Pepper and Natasha blamed Clint and Tony. The two men had kept shooting angry glares in her direction, but Darcy had just smiled and said nothing.)


Both Natasha and Pepper were seven month along now, and they got really moody sometimes. Especially Natasha, usually so calm, lost it more than once most days.

"Где, черт возьми, мои яблоки?! Я написал ее в этом списке! Получите мне, теперь, Клинт, или, клянусь, к черту я закончу Вас!" (Where the hell are my apples?! I wrote it on that list! Get me some, now, Clint, or I swear to hell I'll end you!)

Clint nothing but ran from their rooms, desperately trying to figure out where he should get apples from. He was so deep in thought that he didn't notice Darcy until they bumped into each other.

"Oh, come on, Clint, my ankle still isn't healed! Did you just have to run into me?!" The brunette asked annoyed. Then she took a good look at Clint and asked:

"You look distressed. What's the matter?"

"Nat … is in a bad mood. And … she wants apples. Do you know where I could get apples from?"

"Ah... no, but I've got an idea!" She suddenly grinned.

"Why do I have the feeling that your idea will make her even more angry?" Clint asked warily.

"No no no, she'll love it. I have made this tasty somethings in the lab together with Bruce. It can taste like anything you want and if you tell her it's and apple she won't even notice!"

"I think it will be kind of obvious if it doesn't look like an apple?"

"Dammit, I didn't think about that. Of course! You bake muffins and tell her it's with apples! Women love it when men do such things for them!" Darcy smiled brightly, also she was still sitting on the floor.

"You do know this is Natasha we talk about?" Clint asked.

"Oh, come on, she's still a woman. And if you look at me, I am also a woman. I know such things. Trust me!"

"This is not one of your pranks?" Clint was still wary.

"No no no, I really just want to help. Now help me up, then I show you."


Meanwhile, Steve was at an art exhibition. Art was one of the many things he missed and he tried to catch up really hard. He still wasn't completely sure what to make out of this expressionism, he still love Renaissance art the most, but he absolutely loved the atmosphere in museums. So many people who shared his interest in art. Also, it was kind of strange because in his youth other boys had often teased him for his love in paintings. Now, here, the people he talked with were just as enthusiastic about it as he himself. (They didn't know he was Captain America. He tried to always keep his mask on during battles so nobody would recognize him on the street.)

He walked along the gallery, taking in as much of the art as possible, when he heard a familiar voice from behind him.

"I didn't know you were a friend of Picasso."

Steve turned around to see Maria Hill. He smiled.

"Well, I love any art. You, on the other hand, I wouldn't have pecked as a fan of art in general."

"Oh, well, it's nice sometimes to see other things than just the job." She looked really lovely in a black pencil skirt and the red blouse. Her hair fell openly on her shoulders, something he hadn't seen since the wedding of Clint and Natasha. He suddenly felt his mouth go dry. She was not just lovely, she was beautiful.

"What do you think... would you come with me for a coffee later?" He asked nervously. He'd never been good with women.

"Sure, why not?"


Clint and Darcy had finally finished the muffins. They looked quite tasty and even smelled right.

"Look, it's perfect. She'll absolutely love you for this. Now bring them to her and remember who helped you and gave you this idea!"

Clint was still not sure, but played along. Darcy might be really right. He carefully knocked at the door and then went in. Natasha had obviously calmed down and now lay on the bed reading.

"Hey Nat."

"Hey Clint. Sorry about the yelling earlier. It's all those stupid hormones." She smiled apologetically at him.

"Hey, it's okay. Look, I made you some apple muffins." He showed her the muffins.

"Oh, Clint, this is so cute! Thank you!" She smiled genuinely and Clint felt safe enough to press a little kiss on her forehead.

Natasha grabbed one of the muffins and ate. Do you know the feeling when you spilled water on your computer or clicked the wrong buttons and suddenly it only say "Fatal Error"? That's exactly what Clint felt when he saw Natasha's face.

"What the hell is this? It tastes like shit! There are no apples in this. Clinton Francis Barton, what the hell did you do into this?!"


AN: Yeah, Darcy and her ideas... Also, I used Google Translator for the russian bit. If it's wrong, don't blame me! I hope you liked it. Tell me what you think!