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Darcy took Bruce lunch for two weeks in a row. Sometimes it was home-cooked, once she had a better idea what he liked outside of takeout, and sometimes it was just takeout. She honestly wasn't sure what he enjoyed more. When she'd brought him a home-cooked meal, he had been clearly astonished that anyone would expend that much time on him, and he'd stammer through a heartfelt thanks that made Darcy's heart melt a little.

But he also very much enjoyed 'the food will taste great' dance.

Still, it was a little tough on her self esteem that Bruce didn't try to reciprocate during that time. She'd dropped plenty of hints that she would really enjoy someone bringing her lunch, or going out to eat, but he hadn't acted on it. Then again, she hadn't really given him the chance, since she brought him lunch every day.

Jane decided to keep working through lunch one day, and nothing Darcy said would dissuade her. She was going to leave for lunch anyhow, but Jane was in a bit of a fevered state, and she didn't trust the astrophysicist not to do something rash, like keep working until she fell over.

"Jane you have to eat something," she said, for the fifth time. "If you don't eat something, you'll pass out, and then who will do your wonderful science stuff?"

Jane muttered under her breath, checking some data, and held her hand out absently. Darcy knew this game, and had a Pop Tart ready to go. She had tried to get Jane to eat healthier options when in this state, but the sugary goodness seemed to inspire, and Jane would refuse anything else.

She was doling out pieces of Pop Tart to the distracted woman when the lab doors opened. Darcy glanced up, and did a double take as she realized Bruce was standing there awkwardly, looking horribly uncomfortable, eyes sweeping the lab. When he saw her, scooting behind Jane on a wheeled chair, Pop Tart crumbs all over her from breaking the pastry into little pieces, one corner of his mouth twitched up in an insecure smile. He held up takeout bags, and raised his eyebrows.

Darcy glanced at the clock, and realized that she had worked right through her normal lunch time. And holy shit, Bruce brought lunch to her. Ohmigod – Progress! Jane was on her own for a little while.

"Hey there Dr. Banner," she greeted, standing and brushing crumbs from her legs.

Bruce came toward her, uncomfortable in a different environment, and almost wincing away from the unabashed stares of the other two lab assistants. Darcy took two huge steps across the room to meet him.

He stared carefully off to one side. "I…uh…Jarvis said you hadn't taken a lunch yet, so I thought…"

Darcy beamed up at him. "Thank you, Bruce. I had to stay with Jane while the others were at lunch. She's burning through nervous energy faster than she replaces it, and when she's like this, she will only eat Pop Tarts."

The awkward half smile was too adorable for words. "I can relate," Bruce admitted. "Although I've gotten better at not letting myself get to that point. For me, at least, that state of being can be dangerous."

Darcy winked at him. "Yeah, I imagine Big Green wouldn't be happy if you accidentally starved yourself." She raised an eyebrow. "Ever happen?"

He sighed deeply. "I 'woke up' in the middle of a lunch buffet one time. Strangely enough, all the other restaurant patrons had decided to leave."

Darcy gaped at him. "You made a joke! Bruce! You made a joke about the Other Guy. That's awesome!"

He rolled his eyes. "Are you ready to eat, Darcy? I brought food."

On impulse, she threw her arms around him, ignoring the way he stiffened in shock, still clutching the takeout bags. "I can't believe you brought me lunch," she told him, drawing back.

Bruce seemed to be frozen, mouth slightly agape, staring at her. "Uh," he managed to stammer out. "Well, you've been bringing me lunch for awhile now. It's really only right that I do the same."

Darcy folded her arms under her chest, trying to boost them up without looking like she was boosting them up. "Well I appreciate it," she told him. Then she reached out to pinch his side, just to confirm it was pretty solid. "You've got some muscle under that lab coat, Dr. Moppy. You must work out, right?"

He blinked. "Yoga. And meditation. It's helpful in keeping the Other Guy under control."

Darcy squeezed his sides, and then ran her hands up the outside of his arms. "Who knew yoga could muscles like that?"

She took pity on him when he blushed, and patted his shoulders. "C'mon Bruce. There's a table back in the back where we usually eat."

He trailed after her awkwardly, not meeting the eyes of any of the lab assistants who were eager for gossip. Darcy gave him a break this time, and didn't make any sly innuendos. Well, for now at least.

Once they were settled in at the little table nestled in the back of the lab, Bruce unpacked the food. Darcy was quietly thrilled by what he was pulling out. It was all of her favorites. He had ordered all of the foods she had gushed over in the past two weeks. Wow. He had listened and remembered. A little melty spot formed in her abdomen.

He was watching her for her reaction, trying to make it look like it didn't matter to him, but Darcy could read the insecurity behind his eyes. She shook a finger at him.

"I'm on to you, Bruce. If you're still trying to convince me to stay away, bringing me my favorite foods is a terrible way to go about it."

The small, pleased smile that he quickly hid made her day. "Oh…well…I thought I should get the foods that I know you enjoy. After all, you've been so kind to bring me lunch for two weeks."

Darcy flashed a grin at him. "Making my way from your stomach to your heart, Doc?"

He studied his food intently. "Maybe you're growing on me. Like a tumor." His lips twitched again, and Darcy laughed outright.

"And spreading through you like malignant melanoma?"

She watched for the smile, and it came, along with Bruce's eyes, rising from his food. "There's no cure for me," he admitted solemnly, but with a twinkle in his eye.

Darcy played along. "No emotional chemotherapy?"

And then they were both laughing softly. Darcy was just surprised. "I'll admit, Doc Moppy, I would never, in a thousand years, have thought that you would know the words to that song." She propped her chin in her hand and stared across the table.

Bruce ducked his head, but then looked back up at her. "I worked in a factory in London, when I was on the run. Some of my coworkers were very rabid Tim Minchin fans. The music…it grows on you like a tumor. Or a fungus."

Darcy snorted. "Wow Doc. You sure know how to sweet talk a girl. I'm a tumor, or maybe a fungus." She made a yuck face at him.

He shook his plastic fork at her. "I said the music grows on you like a fungus. Not you." Then he tilted his head to one side. "Although, you do have the persistence of a really bad fungal infection."

"Ah ha! Now you are calling me a fungus! Or a tumor! You're killing my self esteem, Bruce."

He raised an eyebrow. "And yet, you're still here." Then he frowned, and completely shocked her by reaching out to take hold of her hair. Darcy froze, not sure what to do, and afraid to spook him. Bruce's brow was wrinkled in concentration, and he tugged on her hair once, twice, and then sat back, a hefty chunk of Pop Tart in his fingers.

"Afternoon snack?" he inquired.

Darcy face palmed. "Maybe I got a little excitable when feeding Jane." She peeked out from between her fingers to look at Bruce. He stared at her measuringly for a moment, and then popped the Pop Tart fragment into his mouth. It was such a little thing, but it went straight to Darcy's fluttering abdomen, and she swallowed hard as little tingles hit her.

When the assemble alarm went off, Darcy nearly jumped out of her shoes. Bruce flinched a little, but then sighed in resignation as he stood.

"Gotta go save the world?" she asked, trying to make light of it. She stood hastily, and walked with Bruce to the doors leading out of the lab.

"I guess I'll find out shortly," he finally answered, glancing down at her out of the corner of his eyes. "Thank you for having lunch with me."

She impulsively hugged him again. "No. Thank you for bringing me lunch. That's serious progress, Bruce."

He shrugged, tucking his glasses into his shirt pocket. "Well, Tony keeps insisting that I can be a mostly normal kind of guy."

She stepped back and beamed up at him. "Yep. You sure can. Go get 'em, Bruce."

She watched him walk away, shoulders slumped and head bent. He didn't like when he was called to action, because he had to let out that inner beast, and he still hadn't made peace with the other part of him.

With Bruce gone, her attention was pulled back to Jane, who was taking things to the extreme this time around. The astrophysicist was still in her nervous, ultra-focused state, and the other two assistants apparently were not acceptable to Jane's subconscious, because she totally ignored them. So Darcy picked up the Pop Tart she had put down when Bruce arrived, and continued to dole out portions of it to the slightly manic scientist.

When Darcy went for more Pop Tarts, she realized how much her focus had shifted from Jane as she only found an empty box. She looked for the other two assistants, but they were nowhere to be seen. Crap.

"Jarvis?"

"Yes Ms. Lewis?"

"Are there any Pop Tarts in the building?"

The AI sounded slightly reproving as he answered. "There are not. Ms. Foster has eaten the last of them."

Darcy gulped. "Jane can get pretty crazy if she doesn't have her Pop Tarts when in this mood. Can we get some delivered?"

"Regretfully, not at this time. Deliveries are not accepted during an Avengers assembly, for security reasons. They can resume once the team returns."

Fantastic. Darcy sighed. She'd seen the aftermath of Pop Tart deprivation. It wasn't pretty, and she didn't need another reason for Jane to be irritated with her. She didn't have any idea how long the Avengers would be out, and she just really didn't want to deal with Jane without Pop Tarts.

"Jarvis? The closest store to have Pop Tarts?"

"There is a small convenience store three blocks east of this location. Will you be going out, Ms. Lewis?"

"I have to," she huffed. "Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum seem to have deserted us, and Jane needs Pop Tarts."

She could almost see Jarvis's nod. "Very good."

Jane was fairly oblivious when Darcy told her she was going out for Pop Tarts. The astrophysicist was tapping a pencil against her lips with one hand, and consulting a clutched handful of spreadsheets in the other. She didn't really even acknowledge Darcy, other than a brief nod, so Darcy grabbed up her bag and headed for the elevators.

She hadn't been out in the city much since arriving. New York was huge; overwhelming to a small town girl like her, so it had been much easier to immerse herself into life in the Tower and ignore the sprawling city outside. Tony made sure that they didn't want for anything, so it hadn't been a necessity to go out, and Darcy hadn't.

She stood in front of the lobby doors for a couple of minutes, staring out into the bustling madness that was New York. Cleanup and rebuilding was still being done from the alien invasion, but it didn't seem like it affected anyone. New Yorkers were a hardy lot, she'd been told repeatedly, and they seemed to be living up to that reputation.

She wasn't nervous. Darcy told herself that several times as she stepped out onto the sidewalk and headed east toward the convenience store. After all, she was living with the freaking Avengers, right? No reason for her to be nervous. Just because she was all by herself, in New York, was no reason for nervousness. There were just so many people! She felt…exposed…and wondered if this was how Bruce felt around people.

But she made it safely to the convenience store, a little corner establishment, with no incidents. She didn't even really feel eyes on her, and that was probably more unusual, since Darcy had long ago become accustomed to people staring at her chest. Guys stared for the obvious reason, and other girls would look on her in envy. Hey, she couldn't help it! Nature had been kind to her.

She snagged a little shopping basket when she entered the small convenience store. She didn't care that Pop Tarts were probably much more expensive here. She just wanted to make sure they had plenty on hand at the Tower.

The simplest option was to brace the shopping basket against the shelf, and just sweep boxes of Pop Tarts into it. Darcy used her leg to help brace the basket and pulled the Pop Tarts off the shelf. She cleaned out all the varieties that she knew Jane liked, and then walked toward the cash register.

Raised voices didn't really catch her attention until Darcy emerged from the aisle and froze, staring at the two men at the register, both with guns pointed at the clerk. Oh shit. She didn't even have a chance to duck back under cover before one of the guys noticed the clerk's widening eyes, and whirled to confront her, gun swinging to point at her.

The second time having a gun pointed at her face was no better than the first, and this time, there was no one stepping in between her and that gun. Darcy swallowed hard and tried to slow her racing heart and ragged breaths. She felt seconds away from a full blown panic attack, and that wouldn't help the situation.

"Um…hi. Let's handle this like adults, okay? I don't see anything, and you stop pointing the boom stick at my face, okay?" Her voice sounded shaky to her own ears, and apparently to the would-be robbers, judging from the grins that spread across their faces. Where was Big Green when she desperately needed him? Wait. She had a panic button locator type thing she had been given when S.H.I.E.L.D began working with Jane. It was on her keychain. If she could get to that…

She took a step back. "Look, I'm just gonna go duck down and hide until this is over, okay? I didn't see anything." She sat the shopping basket on the floor, very slowly, and straightened, hands sliding into her pockets. "I'm harmless, ya know?"

The gun made a negative gesture, sliding through the air from side to side. "Take your hands out of your pockets," the guy holding the gun ordered.

"Okay." But not before she activated the panic button switch. She did so and pulled her hands out slowly, sliding them demurely down over her hips once they were free of her pockets. "Look, really. Can we just walk away?"

A brief shake of the gun told her that wasn't going to happen, and Darcy swallowed hard. The day wasn't supposed to continue like this. Bruce had brought her lunch, which was true progress! She didn't want to die before she at least got to kiss him. Because something told her that once Bruce let go of that iron control he had, he would be a wild man, and she would probably never walk the same again. But that wasn't going to happen if she died today.

She wondered idly how long it would take a response team to reach her. The Avengers were doing their thing, so she was depending on S.H.I.E.L.D to save her ass. Whether or not that was a good thing…she didn't know. She didn't know where they were located in New York, because Stark wasn't sharing his tower with S.H.I.E.L.D. The scientists in S.H.I.E.L.D's employ were permitted, but not the regular agents, with the exception of Arms and Red.

The gun tapped her on the forehead, reminding her of its presence. Darcy blinked, and then gulped. It was menacing, this close to her face, like staring into the blackest depths of an abyss. "I don't want to get hurt," she pleaded softly. "See, I just started wooing this guy, and he's a little skittish, and today there was a breakthrough! I don't want to not get a chance to kiss him. And I kinda think that something really bad would happen if I die. He'd withdraw, and probably go on the run again, and I don't want that."

The gun withdrew, and she could see the face beyond it. The guy looked exasperated with her constant chatter. Well? What did he expect? Stoic silence? It wasn't in her nature. Who wanted to die in silence? Or get kidnapped, which was a possibility she hadn't considered. That wouldn't last long, since S.H.I.E.L.D would come after her, but things could happen before they found her. Darcy didn't want to consider the things that could happen, because they weren't pleasant.

The two thugs were talking quietly to each other and she couldn't make out what they were saying. Were they going to kill her and the store clerk? Things didn't look good right now. Darcy's eyes were burning with the effort to hold back tears, and her throat had closed up. It was hard to breathe, and she needed to blow her nose, but if she reached into her bag, she would get shot. Probably without any of the hesitation they were currently showing.

A sound in the distance caught her attention. An enraged roar that was familiar. The Avengers were close? That shouldn't be. Jarvis wouldn't have allowed her to leave the building if there was a battle nearby. So, what? Big Green was straying from the battle? As the roar got closer, Darcy almost burst into tears. He was coming for her! S.H.I.E.L.D would have notified their agents of her location, and Arms and Red may have conveyed that information to the rest of the Avengers.

"Oh you guys are in so much trouble," she breathed, feeling that little tingle return to her stomach. "Cuz my guy is on the way and he is gonna flatten you."

She felt Big Green land from one of his prodigious jumps. The store shuddered on its foundations, and one of the windows shattered. Both thugs whirled toward the street, guns swiveling to face this new threat. For a moment, nothing unusual could be seen through the broken window, but then Big Green was pulling himself through, snarling. The clerk yelped and dove behind the counter, while the two would-be robbers took hasty steps back. One of them noticed that Hulk's eyes were locked on Darcy, and he grabbed her arm roughly, pulling her in front of him to use as a shield.

Darcy cried out at the harsh bite of fingers on her upper arm, and stumbled to the side as she was pulled. She wound up with a hand squeezing her throat while the gun muzzle pressed to her temple.

"It's one of them Avengers!" the other robber hissed. "Why is an Avenger coming to her rescue?"

"Cuz I got friends in high places," Darcy squeaked out. Her eyes were glued to Big Green's. She could see the restrained violence in his quaking muscles. He was itching to unleash on the robbers, and barely under control. "S'okay, Big Green. I'm gonna ask these guys to let me go, and they will, and then we'll let them leave, okay?"

Hulk snarled, spittle flying from his mouth. He slammed his fists into the ground and gorilla hopped forward. The guy holding Darcy swore softly, and shook her a little.

"See this? You hurt me, I kill her."

Hulk's roar was deafening inside the little store, and another window blew out. The big green guy was in full rage mode, and was not attacking only because Darcy was being threatened. He lifted one arm and extended one finger, pointing directly at Darcy. The finger was trembling in barely suppressed fury.

"Hulk's," he snarled, more spittle flying.

Terrified or not, in life threatening peril or not, Darcy still got the biggest thrill of her life when Big Green claimed her. Poor Bruce didn't stand a chance. Not when his angry green alter ego adored her.

"Hear that, sucker?" she hissed to the guy holding her. "I'm his, and if you hurt me, you will be a stain on the floor."

He wasn't buying into it, apparently, because Darcy was pulled backwards, toward one of the small aisles of merchandise. The hand around her throat had tightened and she was struggling to draw in air. Her hands rose to pull at the fingers around her throat, and the guy snarled, using the butt of the gun to club her in the head. Darcy saw stars and felt her legs give out.

She heard a gunshot, and another snarl from Big Green, and a body flew past her and crashed into a refrigerated display unit filled with sodas hard enough to tilt it back against the wall. Big Green really didn't like it that she was being threatened.

"Shit," the guy holding her swore in a small, scared voice. Darcy couldn't feel too bad for him. He was leaving bruises around her throat and he'd hit her hard enough to draw blood. She could feel it trickling down her cheek.

"Let me go and you'll have a chance," she croaked. "I'll try to calm him down."

Hulk didn't like that idea, and hopped forward again, roaring. The guy holding Darcy lunged backwards, crashing into a merchandise shelf and knocking it over. She shrieked as they toppled to the floor, but his hand left her throat, and as soon as her feet were under her, she could make it to Big Green's side. A shadow fell over her, and she looked up to see the soda display case falling toward them as the merchandise shelf hit it low enough to overbalance it. She tried to scramble free, but the thug seized her arm in a death grip, and Darcy could only throw her remaining arm over her head in a futile effort to shield herself. Then came pain and darkness.

She had one brief moment where consciousness returned and she was cradled in warm arms. Hulk was making distressed noises above her head, so Darcy reached up to pat his cheek. "Gotta get Pop Tarts for Jane," she rasped out, and then darkness took her again.

Voices pulled her from darkness. Darcy felt pain before anything else, and remembered that something big had fallen on her. She was having trouble swallowing too.

"She'll be okay," an unfamiliar voice stated. "But she'll be in pain for days. The left arm is pretty banged up, since it took the most weight. Luckily, the display case couldn't fall flat or she might not have been okay."

Darcy could hear voices of the individual Avengers and Jane, but no Bruce. Where was Bruce?

A door banged open. "Can someone tell me why there is a Pop Tart shipping trailer in front of the building?"

Uh oh. Dread Pirate Roberts did not sound happy. Then what he said registered, and Darcy laughed weakly.

"Hey! Hey Kick Ass! You're awake?"

"Hey Tony," she greeted in a raspy voice, finally prying her eyes open. Tony was hovering over her, and he was a mess. His hair was madly ruffled, and he had bruises and cuts on his face. "What happened to you?" she asked.

"Well, see, we were in the middle of a battle and Legolas had to open his mouth and tell us that your panic button went off. So the big guy deserted us to go save you, and we could have used his help."

"I'm sorry," Darcy breathed.

"Do not apologize, Darcy," Thor said as he leaned over her from the other side. He looked completely normal, of course, with no signs of battle. "We would not forgive ourselves had you been more seriously injured."

Nick Fury appeared at the end of the bed Darcy was laying in. "Hello? Pop Tart trailer? I've already had reports that a big green monster stole it. Can someone explain why that happened?"

"Jane needed Pop Tarts," Darcy explained, wincing as her throat started hurting. "That's why I was at the convenience store."

Old One-Eye frowned. "That still doesn't tell me why there is a whole shipping trailer in front of the building."

"I think I mentioned I needed them for Jane after I was knocked out."

Jane appeared beside Thor. "You didn't stop talking about it," she confirmed. "As soon as the medical staff had you, Hulk took off again." She shrugged. "I guess that was to get Pop Tarts."

A huff drew everyone's eyes to the door of the room, which was apparently in Stark Tower. Darcy blinked, but Big Green was still standing there, looking very tired. A little sparkle lit his eyes when he saw her, and he lumbered across the room, breaking floor tiles as he went. Tony drew back so the big guy could get closer, and Hulk sank to the floor beside her bed with another huff.

"Hurt?" he asked in a voice that was like rocks in a blender. He reached out with one gentle finger, but didn't quite touch her.

Darcy curled her hand around that finger. "Only a little," she assured. "You brought Pop Tarts for me?"

He nodded and leaned forward until his head was resting on the bed, pressed against her side. Darcy ran her free hand through his hair, and he seemed to relax a little. With a gentle exhale, his eyes closed. Darcy's soon followed.

When she woke up again, it was Bruce who was leaning into her side. She could tell by the gentle exhales against her arm that he was still sleeping. Darcy bit back a smile. One of his arms was thrown loosely across her stomach, and the other was under her shoulders. Holding her safe. She wondered if he'd done that while still Big Green, or when he'd reverted to Bruce. He had a sheet draped across him, but she could see skin underneath. He hadn't moved.

A soft voice intruded. "Jarvis? Be sure to get a picture of that, okay?"

Darcy felt a little bit of irritation. "Really Tony?" she asked quietly, looking up.

The billionaire was leaning against the doorframe of what was obviously a medical recovery room. Darcy vaguely remembered that when Tony remodeled after the alien invasion, he'd had a whole floor put in devoted to medical care for the Avengers.

Stark smirked. "I don't want him to be able to deny it later," he explained softly. "He brought you a whole tractor trailer full of Pop Tarts, you know."

Darcy bit her lip. "That's gotta be bad press. Did you return it?"

"Nah. Found out where it came from and purchased the whole shipment, plus a generous bonus. I told them I was having a Pop Tart craving."

Darcy's eyebrows went up. Tony could pretend he was a hard-ass, but he'd just outed himself. "Wow Tony. Can you handle that? Being so kind?"

He rolled his eyes. "I was overcome by warm fuzzy feelings when I observed Hulk's love-besotted gift to you."

Darcy sighed, ignoring the pain it caused. "Keep telling yourself that. You're just a big softie."

"Maybe." His eyes softened for a moment. "Keep at it, Kick Ass. You'll win Bruce over eventually, but I think it may still take some time."

She was pretty sure that it would. "Thanks Tony."

He waved as he walked away.

Darcy was getting drowsy again (hallelujah for painkillers!) when Bruce stirred. He'd drooled onto her arm a little, but Darcy didn't mind. She watched him twitch with an indrawn breath, and his nostrils fluttered as he presumably breathed in her skin scent. Instead of bolting upright and stammering an apology, he exhaled deeply and rubbed his cheek against her arm. The stubble on his face tickled a little, but Darcy relished the contact. She reached across with her other arm and brushed her fingers through his hair, ignoring the pain.

"Are you okay?" His voice was raw and pained, and she wasn't sure whether that was from post transformation or the fact that Darcy had gotten hurt. He didn't look up.

"I'll be fine. It didn't fall flat on me, so I'll just be sore for awhile."

Bruce's exhale was shaky. He stayed where he was for a few minutes, and then finally sat up. The sheet that had been draped over his shoulder slid down his back, and Darcy was presented with a healthy eyeful of naked Bruce chest. That was a nice sight.

He pulled his arms back with a little blush, but didn't stammer an apology, just gave an awkward smile, and gathered the sheet around his waist. He rolled his shoulders, and even Darcy could hear the clicks and creaks.

"It can't have been comfortable sleeping like that," she offered. "Why don't you head back to your room? I was about to take another nap anyhow."

Bruce nodded. "Painkillers making you drowsy?"

"Yeah," she admitted. "But that's okay, because there's less pain."

He reached out and gently touched her neck. Darcy knew there were bruises there, even though she hadn't seen them. Then he winced and touched her forehead, where she'd been clubbed. Finally, he ran a finger down her left arm. It was cut in several places, and there were very angry, ugly bruises blooming on her skin. It hurt the worst.

"I'll be fine," she assured. "Go. Sleep somewhere comfortable."

He nodded again and stood, sheet clutched around his waist. "If you need anything, just tell Jarvis to notify me."

Darcy's elation rose sharply within her, and she tried to be sure it wasn't showing on her face. He didn't want her to tell Jarvis what she needed. He wanted her to have Jarvis notify him. Now she had the warm fuzzies.

"I'll do that," she promised softly. "Thank you, Bruce."

He offered a small smile. "Good night, Darcy."

The room seemed empty without him, and Darcy titled her head so she could stare fondly down at the drool on her arm. In time, the painkillers lured her to sleep.

The song referenced earlier in the chapter is Tim Minchin's You Grew on Me. I'm not a fan, and I'd never heard the song before, but when I was Googling a phrase to describe how Darcy was growing on Bruce (I wanted to use something scientific, like a Latin name or something) I came across lyrics for this song. It fit perfectly, so I went with it.