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awritinglilypeaTitle: Thin Pink Line
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis
Rating: PG
Complete: No
Genre: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort
Summary: Darcy had never felt more fear in her life than when she was staring down at a line that had turned pink minutes before. Her hand shook, and she almost dropped it on the bathroom floor.
Warnings: Contains talk of assault in later chapters, as well as child abuse.
Notes:Dedicated to one of my best friends, who has made me proud and happier than she could ever know.
Also dedicated to ibonekoen, who puts up with more of my insanity than most.
Darcy had never felt more fear in her life than when she was staring down at a line that had turned pink minutes before. Her hand shook, and she almost dropped it on the bathroom floor.
A knock on the door rattled her further and she breathed in sharply, hurriedly stashing it in the top drawer she rushed out into the main room of her suite, tossing open the door with a fake smile plastered on her face and the hope the jig wasn't up already.
“Babe,” Clint kissed the top of her head, drawing her in close he wrapped his arms around her. “I've missed you, where've you been all day?”
Darcy shrugged, kissing his cheek she rested her head on his shoulder, resisting the urge to tense up, the urge to blurt out what was going on because now was not really the time. “I've been around, you know how busy I get.”
“Well, I was thinking that you could get a little busy with me,” Clint leered, sliding his hands up underneath the back of her shirt and rubbing her lower back.
Tensing Darcy shook her head, “Not that kind of busy, not right now.”
Clint made a soft knowing noise and pecked her on the lips. “Of course, I forgot sorry, didn't check my calendar.”
Darcy laughed softly, “No, it's not that. I'm just not feeling too hot.”
“Too bad, cause you look pretty hot,” Clint grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.
Darcy shook her head, pushing him away gently she sighed. “Why don't you go see if Tony wants to do something?” She asked him.
Clint frowned, taking a step toward him the look deepened as she held out a hand to stop him. “Are you sure you don't need anything? I can get you something. Drugs, popcorn...drugs? A drink?”
Hugging herself Darcy shook her head. “You know when you have those really bad missions and you just want to be alone in the dark?” She asked him, studying him intently even though everything in her told her to turn away because he was smart enough to figure out her secret. She wasn't even ready to figure out her secret.
Clint pulled her close again, wrapping his arms around her he held her close as he stroked his hand down her back, rubbing wherever he could reach soothingly. “We all have our dark days, and as much as I don't want to leave you to yours...I get it.”
Darcy kissed his cheek, resisting the urge to curl up in his arms and have a good cry. She was Darcy fucking Lewis dammit and she didn't cry like a baby just because she was having one. “Thanks,” she murmured, kissing his lips gently.
Clint pressed his lips back against hers and tugged his phone out of his pocket, wiggling it in the air. “I'll be in my rooms if you need me, or down in the range. Don't feel like going out, just in case.”
“You should go out,” Darcy urged, wanting him to be able to have some fun before she...tore it all away.
“You're gonna make me think you're cheatin' on me,” Clint teased, cupping her cheek before he moved away from her, winking.
“I would never,” Darcy felt a pang of hurt shoot through her at even the slightest accusation from him.
“I know you wouldn't,” Clint sighed, not quite understanding what was going on. “I'll go, maybe go to dinner with Cap or something, but if you need me please, call.” He turned and left, but not before looking back at her.
Darcy waited until the door closed before she slumped onto the couch, head in hands and tried to figure out what the fuck she was going to do.
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis
Rating: PG
Complete: No
Genre: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort
Summary: Darcy had never felt more fear in her life than when she was staring down at a line that had turned pink minutes before. Her hand shook, and she almost dropped it on the bathroom floor.
Warnings: Contains talk of assault in later chapters, as well as child abuse.
Notes:Dedicated to one of my best friends, who has made me proud and happier than she could ever know.
Also dedicated to ibonekoen, who puts up with more of my insanity than most.
Darcy had never felt more fear in her life than when she was staring down at a line that had turned pink minutes before. Her hand shook, and she almost dropped it on the bathroom floor.
A knock on the door rattled her further and she breathed in sharply, hurriedly stashing it in the top drawer she rushed out into the main room of her suite, tossing open the door with a fake smile plastered on her face and the hope the jig wasn't up already.
“Babe,” Clint kissed the top of her head, drawing her in close he wrapped his arms around her. “I've missed you, where've you been all day?”
Darcy shrugged, kissing his cheek she rested her head on his shoulder, resisting the urge to tense up, the urge to blurt out what was going on because now was not really the time. “I've been around, you know how busy I get.”
“Well, I was thinking that you could get a little busy with me,” Clint leered, sliding his hands up underneath the back of her shirt and rubbing her lower back.
Tensing Darcy shook her head, “Not that kind of busy, not right now.”
Clint made a soft knowing noise and pecked her on the lips. “Of course, I forgot sorry, didn't check my calendar.”
Darcy laughed softly, “No, it's not that. I'm just not feeling too hot.”
“Too bad, cause you look pretty hot,” Clint grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.
Darcy shook her head, pushing him away gently she sighed. “Why don't you go see if Tony wants to do something?” She asked him.
Clint frowned, taking a step toward him the look deepened as she held out a hand to stop him. “Are you sure you don't need anything? I can get you something. Drugs, popcorn...drugs? A drink?”
Hugging herself Darcy shook her head. “You know when you have those really bad missions and you just want to be alone in the dark?” She asked him, studying him intently even though everything in her told her to turn away because he was smart enough to figure out her secret. She wasn't even ready to figure out her secret.
Clint pulled her close again, wrapping his arms around her he held her close as he stroked his hand down her back, rubbing wherever he could reach soothingly. “We all have our dark days, and as much as I don't want to leave you to yours...I get it.”
Darcy kissed his cheek, resisting the urge to curl up in his arms and have a good cry. She was Darcy fucking Lewis dammit and she didn't cry like a baby just because she was having one. “Thanks,” she murmured, kissing his lips gently.
Clint pressed his lips back against hers and tugged his phone out of his pocket, wiggling it in the air. “I'll be in my rooms if you need me, or down in the range. Don't feel like going out, just in case.”
“You should go out,” Darcy urged, wanting him to be able to have some fun before she...tore it all away.
“You're gonna make me think you're cheatin' on me,” Clint teased, cupping her cheek before he moved away from her, winking.
“I would never,” Darcy felt a pang of hurt shoot through her at even the slightest accusation from him.
“I know you wouldn't,” Clint sighed, not quite understanding what was going on. “I'll go, maybe go to dinner with Cap or something, but if you need me please, call.” He turned and left, but not before looking back at her.
Darcy waited until the door closed before she slumped onto the couch, head in hands and tried to figure out what the fuck she was going to do.
