CHAPTER 3
look at that, I'm updating, and you thought you'd die before you saw another update hmm?
Chapter 1 is supposed to take place somewhere around episode 5 of 10 and they're all about 30-40 mins each if they have commercials, which it does, and while Stark Mansion has Tivo (of this I'm sure) I'm going to assume that fast-forwarding gets tedious when you could just mute the commercials and talk through them and have pleasant conversations.

I'm going to add a little more specificity to chapter 1, so you may want to re-skim it. Since I'm putting this on Ao3 this note may not really exist over there, and there will be a few tiny differences.

Exchanges while viewing:

"He feeds her. he doesn't make someone else do it, no take out, no kitchen minions, that's love." Clint says as he winds his finger in her hair.

"I won't argue with that. When a man feeds me that's it. He might never be rid of me." Darcy said quietly her head back on his shoulder. During the news break they were on the couch together, but not nearly as close as when watching Jane Eyre. When the titles for the episode played the music seemed to incite a pavlovian response in Darcy. The music sent her in search of Clint's shoulder, which was easily found, and she settled there.


"Farewell" Rochester storms off.

"He's such a diva." Darcy smiles a little.

"You know about divas don't you?" Clint says.

"I'd wager you do as well." Darcy found it was like touching a nerve, she felt him tense for a second as if the memory was physically painful.

"Well, not all divas are destructive bitches." Clint says, he grabs the remote off the table and pauses it.


"Jane Eyre is dead. She died of the Typhus at Lowood." Mrs. Reed said out of the side of her mouth.

Simultaneously Clint and Darcy reacted.

"AWWW"

"You bitch!" Darcy was tempted to throw something at the screen, but the clean up wasn't worth it. "I hate Mrs. Reed, stupid bitch who can't handle a child's criticism, no wonder she gets killed off."


At a commercial break

"He's like the beast, from the fairytale, stay a week." Darcy.

"You think Bronte thought about that?" Clint asked rolling his shoulders.

"Maybe, god I wish there was more information about her." Darcy said grabbing the empty plates and taking them to the kitchen.


"He's mean, he toys with her." Darcy says

"That's sometimes how damaged people show their love." Clint says lazily.

"I know that, it's just, Jane's such a sweetheart, why say things that would screw with her, or hurt her." Darcy dramatized.

"She doesn't tell him how she feels, how is he supposed to know unless he pulls it out of her?" Clint follows along in Darcy's little game.

"Shhh." She ends it with her hand on his.


Darcy caught her self mouthing the words "Poor, obscure, plain and little," It's not as if Darcy was so plain, or little and sad, but being Jane Foster's assistant will mess with your internal worth when you're not looking.

Clint watches her, the whole speech she does half from memory, half almost as spontaneous as if she were saying them for the first time. It's not his place to comment, The Brontes can screw with your head, this is something Barton knows for sure.


Jane stands apart from Rochester and says "your wife stands in between us"

"Ahh symbolism!" Darcy practically shouts.

Clint just smiles as Darcy gestures wildly for a few more lines.


When Rochester admits he wanted to make Jane as love with him as he was with her Clint crows with pleasure.

"I can't believe they left that bit in, it's not in other adaptations." Darcy pops up from his shoulder with surprise.

A few minutes pass.

"Gotta say Dalton does a damn good job as Rochester." Clint's hand is still wrapped up in Darcy's. He squeezes it a little, and she gets back into watching position, (snuggled up against him).

"That he does." Darcy sighs in true fangirl form and it sounds more like a swoon.