Sorry for taking such a long time to update! College can actually get really stressful and things just felt like they were seriously building up. After a good cry and cuddles with my puppy (which also added to the stress since he is only 9 weeks old. OH GOD HE CHEWS EVERYTHING) I finally decided to post something. I really hope you guys like it! It gave me a couple of grey hairs so yeah.

Please review! My puppy really likes them. ;D (His name is Sputnik by the way and he is a chihuahua/maltese mix.)

Also WARNING! There are cuss words in this chapter and I don't want to offend anyone!

~ DrAgOnLOvEr34

Give Me Some Coffee

Darcy Lewis was not having a good day.

She had woken up in a crabby mood with the worst headache in history. No, she was completely serious about this. It felt like something was repeatedly jamming into her skull with more determination then she had before 10:00 in the morning.

Now, the reason behind this horrible pain was, well, it was her fault if she was being brutally honest. You could say that Darcy could hold her alcohol with the best of them. Those couple of years she had actually gone to college had bumped her tolerance so high, that she had to seriously hit the bottle if she wanted to get smash faced drunk.

At least, that's what she thought before she moved into the tower, a place with super soldiers, Gods, and an alcoholic who could drink whiskey and vodka like it was water. Don't even get her started on Natasha and how she actually beat them all in the end. Never challenge a Russian spy to a drinking contest if you valued your memories and dignity.

Dragging her way to the bathroom, she let out a squeak of pain when she stubbed her toe. Oh man this was just a cherry on Steve's homemade apple pie. She wouldn't wish this on anyone. Biting her lip, she hobbled to the toilet and did her business. Darcy knew without even looking into the mirror, that her hair was a lost cause. The best she could do was wipe the dried drool from her chin and then left the room. Somehow, she managed to drag herself to the kitchen with minimal mistakes, only running into two walls and getting lost three times. Everyone else was already in the kitchen, doing their normal routines, but Darcy didn't care.

She was on a mission that would not accept any type of failure. If it was not accomplished, how could Darcy ever show her face anymore without shame? She needed to get that caffeinated drink that America had running in their blood and she needed it now.

What was this magical excelsior? What was this so-called drink that even Thor claimed was something fit for the Gods?

Coffee.

Yes, you heard her right, it was coffee. Everyone in the Tower knew to stay out of her path until she had consumed her required amount. Jane and Thor has actually warned everyone on the first day they has stayed in the tower, but who would believe that a little old civilian like Darcy could turn into the most ruthless bitch in the world without coffee? It sunk in after a much-needed lesson though. Poor, poor Bruce. He still wouldn't look her in the eyes since that fateful day.

Stumbling into the kitchen, she ignored everyone and made a beeline for the coffee machine.

"Coffee," Darcy moaned, reaching for a cup in the cupboard. She grabbed one of the cups that Clint had bought for the kitchen, ignoring the words printed on it, (On a normal day she would've found the cup hilarious. Only he would have something that said, 'I'm like Cupid baby, I'll shoot you with my arrow of love.') she reached for the pot of coffee, only to find it empty.

Feeling her eye twitch, Darcy flipped the pot upside down, shaking it repeatedly. Silence seemed to fall on the kitchen. Turning around slowly, she faced everyone in the room, who had all stopped what they were doing once they saw her come in.

"Who took the last cup of coffee?" she asked staring at them all. No one replied, but she caught Clint hiding something on the counter. She marched up, grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and pulled until they were face to face. She didn't even care if she had morning breath. Actually, she hoped she did because she knew he had a surprisingly strong sense of smell.

"You better watch your back, Katniss," she growled at him.

"Lady Darcy, who is this Katniss you speak of?" asked the confused Thor. She didn't answer, still glaring at the smug looking Clint. He reached up and moved her hands away. Smoothing out his shirt, he cocked his hip out before crossing his arms, channeling his inner sass.

"Looks like this kitten has claws!" Winking at her, he picked the coffee up from the counter and started slurping it very loudly. Oh, he was going to get it!

Before she could act out her revenge, a snort was heard somewhere in the background. Again, she rotated slowly towards the noise. Tony Stark stood leaning against the doorway, grinning at her.

"Someone's in a bad mood," he cooed at her. What? Did he think he was some sort of bird? That was all Clint's area of expertise.

Clenching and unclenching her hands, she stared him down. He was shorter than herself by a couple of inches. Darcy, on average was shorter than most people, but Tony really took the cake on this one. She wasn't the one that had to wear platform shoes to make herself look taller then she actually was. To be honest, she was waiting for the right moment to use this information against him. Thank you Pepper Potts for being the coolest friend a girl could ask for.

Opening her mouth to finally use this against him, she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder. Who was brave enough to face her at a time like this?

Turning around, she came face to face with Jane, someone who was very skilled in taking care of a irritated Darcy.

(Side note here, Darcy was so thankful that Jane actually picked her application to be her assistant. Along with being a part of something that was literally out of this world, she gained probably one of the most important relationships in her life. Jane is the best friend she could ever ask for and she would always appreciate her for that very reason.)

"Darcy, why don't you go down the street to the coffee shop there and order something? I will pay for it." Darcy stared at the hand that was holding the offered money.

"Thank you," she mumbled back before leaving the kitchen. She made sure to shove Tony very hard before leaving.

"I hope you trip over your platform shoes!" she called behind her back before sashaying away.

There was a moment of silence after she was gone.

"I have no clue what she is talking about." Tony then disappeared out the door on the opposite side of the kitchen.

"Oh Stark is not going to live that down," Natasha commented, a smirk appearing on her face. Laughter danced across the room as everyone started to relax.

"You guys realize she is still wearing her pajamas, right?" said Steve finally; still staring at the doorway she had disappeared in.

"It's more entertaining this way."

Clint took another sip of his coffee.

Darcy marched her way out of the Tower, putting the money Jane had given her in her purse. Her duck slippers quacked with each step she took, getting more aggressive the closer she got to her destination. The last time she had moved so fast had been last Black Friday when they had those cute Avenger themed pajamas on sale.

She still couldn't believe this was happening right now. Next time she was ordering her own personal supply of coffee and putting it under lock and key (or should she say lock and taser?) Clint sure didn't deserve it with his cocky attitude, that little shit.

Coming upon the coffee shop, Darcy opened the door, inhaling the sweet smell that blasted out when she did so. Ah yes, this was exactly what she needed.

Thankfully, the line wasn't very long.

"Fury just called," Clint announced, closing the cell-phone with a snap.

"What does he want?" Natasha asked, getting up from her seat along with everyone else.

"Seems like we have a new villain downtown. He wants us to stop him."

"I'll get Tony," Bruce said before they all scattered to get ready.

All Darcy had wanted was some freaking coffee, something to wake her up so she didn't feel like murdering everyone that opened their mouths. Seriously, she had literally just placed her order when he showed up.

The screams were the first sign that something strange was going on outside. Darcy gave a groan when she saw everyone, including the workers go in that direction to investigate. Why did everyone have to be so curious? Didn't anyone remember saying, 'Curiosity killed the cat.'? She followed them with a sigh. Good thing cats had nine lives.

Outside the shop, a group of people were gathered around in a circle. Nudging herself forward and ignoring the stares at her slippers, she finally laid eyes on the culprit. He actually stood out really well, considering he was wearing bright red spandex.

Darcy cringed.

That's not something you wanted to see this early in the morning. It was something you never should be victim to in your life. Oh god it was a couple of sizes too small and that really couldn't be healthy for the boys down there.

"My name is Gregg Makuda and I am now your new leader! You will all bow before me!" screamed Gregg, shooting fire out from his fingertips. The crowd gave a scream and all got to their knees; except Darcy. Walking around a couple of people, she stopped in front of him, arms crossed.

"I SAID BOW DOWN TO ME!" he roared when he noticed not everyone was on the ground. Darcy stood there, tapping her foot for a second, before she opened her purse.

"Okay, look dude. I am sure you have some sort of sad back story and that's the reason you are doing this right now. Maybe your dad experimented on you and that's why you have these powers," she gestured towards his flaming hair, "Or maybe you ate a bad taco for breakfast. I don't care. I am sick of today already."

Finally, finding what she was looking for, she took out her taser and pointed it at the frozen Gregg.

"I just want my coffee," she said tiredly, before she pushed the button. The taser shot out and connected to his body, which fell shaking to the ground. Darcy turned around and looked at the shocked crowd.

"Now, who is going to make me my coffee?"

A hand raised hesitantly in the background.

"Finally!"

The Avengers arrived on the scene a couple minutes later. The all dropped to the ground, superhero poses ready. Only, the streets were basically empty, very few souls in sight.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" Steve questioned Clint, strapping his shield to his back.

Before he could answer, they were interrupted by a voice from behind them. Turning around, they were all surprised to see Darcy.

"Hey guys, took you while," she said, sipping the coffee in her hands.

"Um, Darcy where is-" she cut off Steve by pointing behind her, where Gregg laid still twitching on the ground. They all stared at her a little shocked. She shrugged.

"Rule number one of dealing with Darcy; don't get in the way of my coffee."

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