Tattoos (Words Written on my Skin)

Darcy & Sam Wilson (2)

By: Hogwartswonderland


A/N: Sam and Darcy were such fun to write the first time that I had to write them again! This time I focus a little bit on Sam and there is more Darcy snark. Please let me know what you think! Happy Reading!


"The one and only. I'm guessing you are bird boy?"

Darcy was annoyed. No. She was more than annoyed. She was pissed. Why?

Her answer: Jane-freaking-Foster. (That was a toned-down version. For the most part Darcy just glared and released a string of curses and insults at whoever was dumb enough to ask.)

You see, after the mess in London; Jane, Thor, Darcy, and Erik stayed to clean up the mess they made. By the time they answered the government's questions, helped with the cleanup, and dealt with other issues that come with being involved in an Alien war, they had found out that SHIELD was actually HYDRA (and apparently Ian- the douchebag- was an undercover operative for them) and Tony Stark- a big supporter for helping out the formerly good SHIELD agents- offered them sanctuary at the Avengers Tower and funding (YAY! Paycheck for Darcy!).

Thor was thrilled with 'The Man of Iron' for offering his Lady Jane and Lightning Sister (oh yeah, Darcy is just that cool) lodging and protection. But right after everything was shipped, Thor found out that his one-eyed, jerky Dad was in some sort of coma and that Loki has been disguising himself and ruling Asgard in his place. Naturally he had to return home; but not before deciding to take Jane with him, leaving Darcy to finish the move by herself. Yes, Darcy understands that having an evil guy like Loki ruling Asgard- or anywhere for that matter- isn't a good thing, but god darn it! Couldn't he have at least sent her some royal movers or something?

So here she was a week later standing in the lobby of the Tower, surrounded by a pile of heavy boxes with zero help and rude New Yorker employees that took personal offence to her pissy attitude. With luck like this Darcy felt as if she was entitled to be a little rude.

"Miss, you're going to have to move these boxes out of the lobby. They are bothering our visitors," a young woman with overdone makeup asks in her nasally voice. She is exactly the type of woman Darcy expected to be the first face she sees at Stark Tower: a vapid groupie just trying to get noticed by Stark himself. Don't they realize that Tony and Pepper are soulmates and that nothing will break them up?

"I'm sorry, are they blocking your view of the mural of Mr. Stark? I guess that is pretty important to you since that is the closest you get to him."

The Pepper wannabe scoffs. "I don't know who you think you are, but I will have you know that I am way more important than you. Mr. Stark sends me personal emails daily about my job. It's you that is desperate to meet him. Well new flash, that isn't, like, ever going to happen."

"Actually, I already have," Darcy retorts with a smirk. "He flew to London to offer my boss and me apartments and workspace here, particularly in the Avengers personal quarters. So, who is the one that has had more personal contact with Mr. Stark?" The secretary just gapes at her like a fish out of water as she tries to think of a semi-creative response. When she can't think of one, she just stomps her foot like a child, goes back to her desk, then begins typing furiously. The groupie secretary has a blog about her life in Stark Tower (It only has 236,000 follows, which is nothing compared to the 741,800 followers of her THOROFFICIAL Instagram page) and is most likely typing all sorts of nasty stuff about Darcy. It is because of girls like her that Darcy didn't enjoy high school.

"Man, I don't think I have ever seen anyone rile up the knock-off Pepper like that before. That must make you Darcy Lewis. Thor said she is impossible to miss, and you definitely fit that bill." Turning around, Darcy is met with the sight of tall, decently muscled African American man with a voice as smooth as butter. She certainly lucked out in with her soulmate. He was F-I-N-E! She was so caught up in checking out the future father of her children (she's had baby fever since her nephew was born last month) that it took her a few seconds to realize that he wasn't just a random Stark employee, but an Avenger! And not only is he an Avenger, but he is her favorite, The Falcon! It takes everything in her not to squeal like a fangirl and embarrass herself. She just earned herself some cool points for standing up to the bimbo receptionist.

Deciding to play it cool, she holds out her hand to shake, inadvertently showcasing the beginning of his words on her wrist as the sleeve of her shirt rides up. "The only and only. I'm guessing you're bird boy?"

The Falcon smirks as he takes her hand. He hadn't been thrilled when Steve volunteered themselves to help Jane Foster's assistance move equipment, and even less so when Steve bailed to follow a lead on Bucky, but now he owed the man a huge thank you. If he hadn't, he would have not only missed the chance to see the always annoying receptionist be put in her place, but to meet his firecracker of a soulmate. "It's Sam, actually. But Falcon works too."

It was easy to see that Sam was trying to discretely correct her without showing that it annoys him when his hero name gets messed up, but Darcy thought it would be more fun to mess with him a bit. After all, what fun is it to have a soulmate and not tease them a little bit? "Well it's nice to finally meet you, birdman. Where exactly have you been hiding out all these years? Or for the past 30 minutes when I have been dealing with the idiots down here?"

Normally the butchering of call sign would rile him up, but Darcy's teasing grin and gleaming eyes show him that she is doing it for some light-hearted fun. Sam actually finds it to be a refreshing change. Dealing with Stark's sarcastic nature, Steve's virtuous patriotism, and the rest of the Avenger's melting pot of tumultuous emotions can be tiring at times for the former VA therapist, so Sam welcomes the teasing with (figuratively) open arms.

"It seems like there was a mix up with the time I was told you would be here. How about I make it up to you by taking you out for lunch? There is this good Mexican place right around the corner."

"You are speaking my love language, my dude. I'll never say no to some good burritos. Lead the way?"

"Sounds good to me," Sam says as he offers Darcy his arm for her to take. The pair is about to walk out the door when Darcy stops abruptly to look over her shoulder. For a split-second Sam thinks that she is going to change her mind, but he is pleasantly surprised by what she does instead.

"Hey Staci," The still irate receptionist looks up at the sound of her name to meet Darcy's playful gaze. "I need you to move all of the boxes into a pile over by the elevator. It has some very important equipment that Mr. Stark wouldn't want broken. Thanks!"

The red headed receptionist stands up from her desk where she was doing nothing but playing on her phone and shrieks in indignation. "One, I don't have to listen to you. You aren't my boss. And two, where do you think you are going? This is your job!"

Unfortunately for the receptionist, both Sam and Darcy are halfway out the door. Both are laughing over her over the top reaction and misplaced sense of importance, but Darcy manages to get the last word in before the vanish into a crowd of busy New Yorkers. "I'm having lunch with my superhero soulmate! Don't wait up!"