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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: Coulson makes a not-so startling discovery and Darcy feels a little weak in the knees.
Warnings: Contains talk of assault in later chapters, as well as child abuse.
Notes:This again for my best friend who has titled me Aunt ALilyPea...okay not really, she's titled me Auntie Ashley and I could not be happier about this.
And also for ibonekoen who puts up with my neurosis, bullshit, flailing and general tomfoolery.
Previous Chapters
Darcy was really beginning to question this whole pregnancy thing, not seriously of course, but some things just plain sucked. Logically she knew how it went, she had read the books, the pamphlets and had seen the movies but her body was insisting upon mind-numbing nausea ahead of its expected time.
Sitting on one of the stools in the communal kitchen Darcy glared at an oblivious Clint as he drank his coffee, completely unaware that the very smell of it made her want to run for the bathroom. The same with his waffles, which sucked, because she absolutely loved waffles.
“Are you alright, Darcy?” Bruce asked, touching her shoulder gently as he came into the kitchen.
“Yeah I'm fine,” Darcy nodded her head, well aware Clint was watching the two of them. “I'm just not feeling that great,” she explained with a small smile.
Bruce nodded as well, his smile widening a little bit as he prepared himself some tea. “Please let me know if I can help, I know I'm not a real MD but I do pretty well with minor ailments.”
“I know,” Darcy squeezed his shoulder gently, “You'll be glad to know you don't have any appointments today.”
“I am glad,” Bruce replied, sipping his tea. “Tomorrow?”
“Physical,” Darcy answered with a bit of a cringe, as the scent of Clint's coffee wafted over to her. “Sorry.”
Bruce sighed, shaking his head. “They never stop trying to poke the Other Guy with sharp objects do they?”
“Well, at least you're used to it with Tony,” Darcy tried to give him the bright side, even as she leaned against the countertop a little bit, yawning.
Bruce frowned a little, glancing from the worried look on Clint's face to Darcy then back again. “Get some rest okay, Miss Lewis?” He requested softly, his tone a bit more professional before he left the room.
“Do you want to go lie down?” Clint asked, pushing some hair out of her face and pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Darcy shook her head, “No, not really. I have to get Steve his shake, then I have to get him off to the children's hospital, and then I've got to make sure Tony is actually going to attend the board meeting tomorrow and make sure that Coulson-”
“Coulson can take care of himself, Miss Lewis,” the man himself said as he walked into the kitchen, his gait a little bit of a step shuffle, to avoid pulling his stitches. “But thanks you anyway,” he continued.
Darcy nodded, then swallowed, gripping the edge of the counter for a moment. “Maybe I should rest,” she murmured.
Clint squeezed her forearm. “I'm sure Steve can take care of himself, and me and Coulson will get on Tony about the board meeting or whatever. We could always just leave him to Pepper.”
“Are you sick?” Coulson asked Darcy, looking a little amused as she shot Clint a glare, glancing between the two of them.
“I'll be fine,” Darcy waved a hand. “Just a little stomach problem, nothing to worry about.”
Coulson nodded, making up a cup of tea he put it in front of her. “Lemon tea, it helped my sister when she was pregnant and nauseated,” he told her, before leaving the kitchen with his own cup.
Darcy let out a choked noise as Clint dissolved into laughter, tossing his head back he grinned at her.
“How does he do that?” Darcy asked as she pretty much flailed.
“Coulson just knows, trust me,” Clint got up and put his plate in the dishwasher squeezing her on his way by. “I'm off to the range, let me know if you need me. I might tell Tasha.”
“Hey what now? No, I get to tell all the girls,” Darcy told him, getting up and following him with tea in hand. “We're not really supposed to tell anyone yet,” she lectured.
“Darcy, in our line of work, they need to know,” Clint insisted, pushing the button for the range once they were in the elevator. “If something happens I want you to be protected,” he explained, wrapping his arm around her and tugging her in close.
“You do have a point, but nothing bad is going to happen to you Barton, or I will bring you back to life just to taze your ass and leave you for dead,” Darcy jabbed her finger in between two of his ribs, grinning as he let out a soft grunt.
“You're a little bit evil, aren't you?” Clint asked her, looking more amused than insulted.
“You've always known I was evil, since the day you met me,” Darcy leaned into him, kissing him softly on the lips.
“Well, I was a little bit flustered by someone pinching my ass,” Clint admitted, returning the kiss lightly, just barely pressing his lips back against hers.
“Hey, if you didn't want the bad touch you should have let me know,” Darcy teased him, leaning into him a little more she gripped his side as she wrapped her arm around him.
Clint grinned wickedly. “Babe, you know that no way you touch me is considered to be a bad touch,” he winked, then was back to being serious in just a moment. “I know you are determined to work, and continue life as we know it, but if you get tired or too nauseated...or...I don't know.”
“If I feel the urge to stage a revolt, take over Tony's lab and stab him with sharp objects or taze him I will walk away,” Darcy promised him, swayed by his concern in a way she wasn't really expecting.
Clint kissed her firmly on the lips, pulling back when the elevator doors opened he unfolded his bow and winked at her before he sauntered out of the elevator seemingly uncaring that there were days in which watching him walk away made her weak in the knees.
Darcy pushed the button to close the doors and resisted the urge to do a little dance to celebrate the fact that her life really was turning out pretty damn good, even if she was a little bit scared.
The fact that Coulson had their backs was definitely a comfort.
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis
Rating: PG
Complete: No
Genre: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort
Summary: Coulson makes a not-so startling discovery and Darcy feels a little weak in the knees.
Warnings: Contains talk of assault in later chapters, as well as child abuse.
Notes:This again for my best friend who has titled me Aunt ALilyPea...okay not really, she's titled me Auntie Ashley and I could not be happier about this.
And also for ibonekoen who puts up with my neurosis, bullshit, flailing and general tomfoolery.
Previous Chapters
Darcy was really beginning to question this whole pregnancy thing, not seriously of course, but some things just plain sucked. Logically she knew how it went, she had read the books, the pamphlets and had seen the movies but her body was insisting upon mind-numbing nausea ahead of its expected time.
Sitting on one of the stools in the communal kitchen Darcy glared at an oblivious Clint as he drank his coffee, completely unaware that the very smell of it made her want to run for the bathroom. The same with his waffles, which sucked, because she absolutely loved waffles.
“Are you alright, Darcy?” Bruce asked, touching her shoulder gently as he came into the kitchen.
“Yeah I'm fine,” Darcy nodded her head, well aware Clint was watching the two of them. “I'm just not feeling that great,” she explained with a small smile.
Bruce nodded as well, his smile widening a little bit as he prepared himself some tea. “Please let me know if I can help, I know I'm not a real MD but I do pretty well with minor ailments.”
“I know,” Darcy squeezed his shoulder gently, “You'll be glad to know you don't have any appointments today.”
“I am glad,” Bruce replied, sipping his tea. “Tomorrow?”
“Physical,” Darcy answered with a bit of a cringe, as the scent of Clint's coffee wafted over to her. “Sorry.”
Bruce sighed, shaking his head. “They never stop trying to poke the Other Guy with sharp objects do they?”
“Well, at least you're used to it with Tony,” Darcy tried to give him the bright side, even as she leaned against the countertop a little bit, yawning.
Bruce frowned a little, glancing from the worried look on Clint's face to Darcy then back again. “Get some rest okay, Miss Lewis?” He requested softly, his tone a bit more professional before he left the room.
“Do you want to go lie down?” Clint asked, pushing some hair out of her face and pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Darcy shook her head, “No, not really. I have to get Steve his shake, then I have to get him off to the children's hospital, and then I've got to make sure Tony is actually going to attend the board meeting tomorrow and make sure that Coulson-”
“Coulson can take care of himself, Miss Lewis,” the man himself said as he walked into the kitchen, his gait a little bit of a step shuffle, to avoid pulling his stitches. “But thanks you anyway,” he continued.
Darcy nodded, then swallowed, gripping the edge of the counter for a moment. “Maybe I should rest,” she murmured.
Clint squeezed her forearm. “I'm sure Steve can take care of himself, and me and Coulson will get on Tony about the board meeting or whatever. We could always just leave him to Pepper.”
“Are you sick?” Coulson asked Darcy, looking a little amused as she shot Clint a glare, glancing between the two of them.
“I'll be fine,” Darcy waved a hand. “Just a little stomach problem, nothing to worry about.”
Coulson nodded, making up a cup of tea he put it in front of her. “Lemon tea, it helped my sister when she was pregnant and nauseated,” he told her, before leaving the kitchen with his own cup.
Darcy let out a choked noise as Clint dissolved into laughter, tossing his head back he grinned at her.
“How does he do that?” Darcy asked as she pretty much flailed.
“Coulson just knows, trust me,” Clint got up and put his plate in the dishwasher squeezing her on his way by. “I'm off to the range, let me know if you need me. I might tell Tasha.”
“Hey what now? No, I get to tell all the girls,” Darcy told him, getting up and following him with tea in hand. “We're not really supposed to tell anyone yet,” she lectured.
“Darcy, in our line of work, they need to know,” Clint insisted, pushing the button for the range once they were in the elevator. “If something happens I want you to be protected,” he explained, wrapping his arm around her and tugging her in close.
“You do have a point, but nothing bad is going to happen to you Barton, or I will bring you back to life just to taze your ass and leave you for dead,” Darcy jabbed her finger in between two of his ribs, grinning as he let out a soft grunt.
“You're a little bit evil, aren't you?” Clint asked her, looking more amused than insulted.
“You've always known I was evil, since the day you met me,” Darcy leaned into him, kissing him softly on the lips.
“Well, I was a little bit flustered by someone pinching my ass,” Clint admitted, returning the kiss lightly, just barely pressing his lips back against hers.
“Hey, if you didn't want the bad touch you should have let me know,” Darcy teased him, leaning into him a little more she gripped his side as she wrapped her arm around him.
Clint grinned wickedly. “Babe, you know that no way you touch me is considered to be a bad touch,” he winked, then was back to being serious in just a moment. “I know you are determined to work, and continue life as we know it, but if you get tired or too nauseated...or...I don't know.”
“If I feel the urge to stage a revolt, take over Tony's lab and stab him with sharp objects or taze him I will walk away,” Darcy promised him, swayed by his concern in a way she wasn't really expecting.
Clint kissed her firmly on the lips, pulling back when the elevator doors opened he unfolded his bow and winked at her before he sauntered out of the elevator seemingly uncaring that there were days in which watching him walk away made her weak in the knees.
Darcy pushed the button to close the doors and resisted the urge to do a little dance to celebrate the fact that her life really was turning out pretty damn good, even if she was a little bit scared.
The fact that Coulson had their backs was definitely a comfort.
