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Fic: Fic: Thin Pink Line Ch 5 (PG-13) Clint/Darcy
Title: Thin Pink Line
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis
Rating: PG
Complete: No
Genre: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort
Summary: Clint lets the metaphorical cat out of the bag and Tony is inventing something pointy.
Warnings: Contains talk of assault in later chapters, as well as child abuse.
Notes:Thank you to everyone who has been reading and reccing this fic, it means a hell of a lot to me, seriously.
To my bff, I still love you and adore you.
To ibonekoen, the Clint to my Darcy. You're the best.
Previous Chapters
Chapter Five
“All I’m saying is that I think something weird is going on, people are hiding things and I don’t like it. Cap is hiding things, which is just...it’s weirder than...weirder than...” Tony seemed to be at a loss for words as Darcy entered the lab, carrying a tray of coffees.
“Weirder than aliens led by a Norse God of Mischief trying to take over the city of New York?” Darcy asked him, glancing between Tony and Bruce. “Your coffee, Mr. Stark,” she pressed it into his formerly gesturing hand and then crossed the room to Bruce, putting a cup down in front of him. “And your tea, Bruce.”
“He’s Bruce and I’m Mr. Stark?” Tony mocked, sipping his coffee he made a soft humming noise.
“I don’t know, how much of an ass are you being today?” Darcy teased, glancing from Bruce to Tony with a small smile on her lips.
Somehow, with Cap and Coulson now on her side she realized this might be the hardest time she’d have telling anyone. Tony and Bruce tended to often be the unknown factors in the house. Hell, she wasn’t even entirely sure Tony wouldn’t toss them out on their ears as she’d never actually seen him around
“Darcy’s pregnant, it’s no secret,” Clint said as he entered the lab as well, whistling.
Bruce’s cup hit the floor a second before he swore softly. “I’ll move out right away.”
“What? No, no you’re not moving out, he is not moving out just because little humans are going to be coming out of Lewis’...” Tony went quiet at the glare from Clint.
“One little human, and no one needs to move anywhere unless Tony feels the need to evict us,” Darcy responded, glancing at Tony.
“But a baby is fragile, and small,” Bruce protested.
“Yes, babies by definition are small and fragile, but with Uncle Hulk to protect our baby I am pretty sure we can handle whatever life throws at us,” Darcy leaned into Clint’s side, displaying a confidence she didn’t really feel. It wasn’t the Hulk she was worried about, it was her.
“Uncle Hulk?” Bruce choked out.
“Yes, Uncle Hulk,” Clint agreed, grinning wickedly. “And Uncle Tony will provide all the cool toys, right?”
It was Tony’s turn to drop his cup, the shattering sound seeming to echo in the lab.
“Uncle Tony?” His voice squeaked just the littlest bit and Darcy found herself choking back a laugh.
“Yep, good ol’ Uncle Tony,” Clint rubbed his hands together with what Darcy decided was far too much glee.
“I am not old,” Tony sounded affronted, even though his eyes were still wide and Darcy could practically see the gears turning in his brain. “I wonder if I could build something to change a baby’s diaper,” he turned back to his computer.
Darcy shook her head. “You’re not going to be the one changing it, so why bother?”
“What if there is some kind of diaper emergency and neither you or bird brain are around?” Tony asked, already bringing up a set of schematics.
“You mean, if we’re not around and we’ve decided to leave our infant child in the care of a man who doesn’t even remember to feed himself without assistance?” Darcy knew she sounded sarcastic, but still couldn’t help but be amused and a little touched.
Amused or not though, she had seen what Tony’s robots could do and would never let any of them around her child until they had been tested rigorously over and over again.
“Yes, if something like that happens,” Tony pointed at her, his eyes glazing over in that way which meant no one would be able to get through to him for a little while. “How far along is the little chick anyway?”
“Eight weeks give or take,” Bruce guessed, eyeing Darcy so critically it was enough to make her squirm. “Yes?”
Darcy arched an eyebrow and glanced at Bruce, surprised at his sudden calm. “Yes, that’s how far along they figure anyway. At the clinic.” She studied him in return, knowing that he, much like Clint and Tasha was an observer so she wasn’t entirely sure if she wanted to know how he’d figured it out.
“That does explain a lot,” Tony mumbled, manipulating a model of some sort which caused Clint’s eyebrows to draw together in apparent concern.
“That’s a lot of sharp edges around a baby,” Bruce commented lightly, as Clint moved to look at the design, frowning even further.
“Not a chance, Stark,” Clint told him, shaking his head. “Absolutely not.”
“What do you know? You play with arrows for a living,” Tony responded, clearly not taking kindly to having one of his designs insulted or corrected.
“I do not play with arrows,” Clint retorted, shaking his head again and gesturing. “That could poke a baby’s eye out. Both eyes.”
“Tea?” Bruce asked Darcy, looking like he might offer her his arm or something, and it was enough to make her want to laugh.
“Sounds good to me, Doctor,” Darcy winked at him and tucked her hand into his elbow, allowing him to lead her out of the room, more because it amused her than that she actually needed his assistance.
“Are you sure you aren’t bothered?” Bruce asked her once they were seated in the kitchen and he was working on making two cups of tea, one with lemon as per her instruction.
“Aren’t bothered by what?” Darcy questioned, nibbling on her bottom lip. There was a lot that she was actually worried by. It seemed too early to tell, but really, the line of work Clint was in, the work they all did made her more vulnerable so it was better for them to know.
“The Hulk, and me, being around your child,” Bruce clarified, pushing the cup in front of her gently and taking a seat, his hands curving around his own cup, brow furrowed.
Darcy smiled, shaking her head. “Out of all the things I’m worried about, Bruce, you’re not one of them. Tony was one, Natasha is one. Cap ended up being one. Thor’s manners are one.”
Bruce chuckled softly, “I understand the worry about Tony. I won’t ask about Steve, because that’s none of my business, but why worry about Natasha?”
“Do you ever feel like you have everything right in your life, but one person could take it all away from you in an instant?” Darcy asked, knowing her fear was completely irrational. She knew Natasha and Clint had never been together, but there was just a closeness to them that she didn’t feel she could ever touch.
“Natasha will be happy if Clint is happy,” Bruce advised her, touching her arm just briefly, as though he was scared of hurting her.
Darcy nodded her head, smiling weakly. “I don’t know why I feel so off, I’m just so worried,” she confessed.
Bruce’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled a soft, rueful grin and nodded. “We’re the same, you and I. And Clint. Possibly all of us here with the exception of Thor. Whenever we have a good thing we’re just waiting for someone to tear it away from us.”
“Truth,” Darcy lifted her cup to her lips and took a sip. “Nothing but the truth.”
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis
Rating: PG
Complete: No
Genre: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort
Summary: Clint lets the metaphorical cat out of the bag and Tony is inventing something pointy.
Warnings: Contains talk of assault in later chapters, as well as child abuse.
Notes:Thank you to everyone who has been reading and reccing this fic, it means a hell of a lot to me, seriously.
To my bff, I still love you and adore you.
To ibonekoen, the Clint to my Darcy. You're the best.
Previous Chapters
Chapter Five
“All I’m saying is that I think something weird is going on, people are hiding things and I don’t like it. Cap is hiding things, which is just...it’s weirder than...weirder than...” Tony seemed to be at a loss for words as Darcy entered the lab, carrying a tray of coffees.
“Weirder than aliens led by a Norse God of Mischief trying to take over the city of New York?” Darcy asked him, glancing between Tony and Bruce. “Your coffee, Mr. Stark,” she pressed it into his formerly gesturing hand and then crossed the room to Bruce, putting a cup down in front of him. “And your tea, Bruce.”
“He’s Bruce and I’m Mr. Stark?” Tony mocked, sipping his coffee he made a soft humming noise.
“I don’t know, how much of an ass are you being today?” Darcy teased, glancing from Bruce to Tony with a small smile on her lips.
Somehow, with Cap and Coulson now on her side she realized this might be the hardest time she’d have telling anyone. Tony and Bruce tended to often be the unknown factors in the house. Hell, she wasn’t even entirely sure Tony wouldn’t toss them out on their ears as she’d never actually seen him around
“Darcy’s pregnant, it’s no secret,” Clint said as he entered the lab as well, whistling.
Bruce’s cup hit the floor a second before he swore softly. “I’ll move out right away.”
“What? No, no you’re not moving out, he is not moving out just because little humans are going to be coming out of Lewis’...” Tony went quiet at the glare from Clint.
“One little human, and no one needs to move anywhere unless Tony feels the need to evict us,” Darcy responded, glancing at Tony.
“But a baby is fragile, and small,” Bruce protested.
“Yes, babies by definition are small and fragile, but with Uncle Hulk to protect our baby I am pretty sure we can handle whatever life throws at us,” Darcy leaned into Clint’s side, displaying a confidence she didn’t really feel. It wasn’t the Hulk she was worried about, it was her.
“Uncle Hulk?” Bruce choked out.
“Yes, Uncle Hulk,” Clint agreed, grinning wickedly. “And Uncle Tony will provide all the cool toys, right?”
It was Tony’s turn to drop his cup, the shattering sound seeming to echo in the lab.
“Uncle Tony?” His voice squeaked just the littlest bit and Darcy found herself choking back a laugh.
“Yep, good ol’ Uncle Tony,” Clint rubbed his hands together with what Darcy decided was far too much glee.
“I am not old,” Tony sounded affronted, even though his eyes were still wide and Darcy could practically see the gears turning in his brain. “I wonder if I could build something to change a baby’s diaper,” he turned back to his computer.
Darcy shook her head. “You’re not going to be the one changing it, so why bother?”
“What if there is some kind of diaper emergency and neither you or bird brain are around?” Tony asked, already bringing up a set of schematics.
“You mean, if we’re not around and we’ve decided to leave our infant child in the care of a man who doesn’t even remember to feed himself without assistance?” Darcy knew she sounded sarcastic, but still couldn’t help but be amused and a little touched.
Amused or not though, she had seen what Tony’s robots could do and would never let any of them around her child until they had been tested rigorously over and over again.
“Yes, if something like that happens,” Tony pointed at her, his eyes glazing over in that way which meant no one would be able to get through to him for a little while. “How far along is the little chick anyway?”
“Eight weeks give or take,” Bruce guessed, eyeing Darcy so critically it was enough to make her squirm. “Yes?”
Darcy arched an eyebrow and glanced at Bruce, surprised at his sudden calm. “Yes, that’s how far along they figure anyway. At the clinic.” She studied him in return, knowing that he, much like Clint and Tasha was an observer so she wasn’t entirely sure if she wanted to know how he’d figured it out.
“That does explain a lot,” Tony mumbled, manipulating a model of some sort which caused Clint’s eyebrows to draw together in apparent concern.
“That’s a lot of sharp edges around a baby,” Bruce commented lightly, as Clint moved to look at the design, frowning even further.
“Not a chance, Stark,” Clint told him, shaking his head. “Absolutely not.”
“What do you know? You play with arrows for a living,” Tony responded, clearly not taking kindly to having one of his designs insulted or corrected.
“I do not play with arrows,” Clint retorted, shaking his head again and gesturing. “That could poke a baby’s eye out. Both eyes.”
“Tea?” Bruce asked Darcy, looking like he might offer her his arm or something, and it was enough to make her want to laugh.
“Sounds good to me, Doctor,” Darcy winked at him and tucked her hand into his elbow, allowing him to lead her out of the room, more because it amused her than that she actually needed his assistance.
“Are you sure you aren’t bothered?” Bruce asked her once they were seated in the kitchen and he was working on making two cups of tea, one with lemon as per her instruction.
“Aren’t bothered by what?” Darcy questioned, nibbling on her bottom lip. There was a lot that she was actually worried by. It seemed too early to tell, but really, the line of work Clint was in, the work they all did made her more vulnerable so it was better for them to know.
“The Hulk, and me, being around your child,” Bruce clarified, pushing the cup in front of her gently and taking a seat, his hands curving around his own cup, brow furrowed.
Darcy smiled, shaking her head. “Out of all the things I’m worried about, Bruce, you’re not one of them. Tony was one, Natasha is one. Cap ended up being one. Thor’s manners are one.”
Bruce chuckled softly, “I understand the worry about Tony. I won’t ask about Steve, because that’s none of my business, but why worry about Natasha?”
“Do you ever feel like you have everything right in your life, but one person could take it all away from you in an instant?” Darcy asked, knowing her fear was completely irrational. She knew Natasha and Clint had never been together, but there was just a closeness to them that she didn’t feel she could ever touch.
“Natasha will be happy if Clint is happy,” Bruce advised her, touching her arm just briefly, as though he was scared of hurting her.
Darcy nodded her head, smiling weakly. “I don’t know why I feel so off, I’m just so worried,” she confessed.
Bruce’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled a soft, rueful grin and nodded. “We’re the same, you and I. And Clint. Possibly all of us here with the exception of Thor. Whenever we have a good thing we’re just waiting for someone to tear it away from us.”
“Truth,” Darcy lifted her cup to her lips and took a sip. “Nothing but the truth.”