sushi pajamas (and other weapons of mass destruction)

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sushi pajamas (and other weapons of mass destruction)

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sevenfoxes

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Steve is at her door in his uniform. And okay, yeah, Darcy's had some pretty fantastic dreams that have started like this before, but usually she's not in her sushi pajama bottoms and her CLINTON '08 t-shirt, rocking hair she hasn't washed in two days that is currently doing an awesome imitation of a badly groomed poodle on top of her head.

"Sorry, Darcy," he says quietly. "Assemble order."

Darcy is realllll slow on the uptake at ass 'ofuckingclock in the morning, so she just kind of gapes at him like a dying trout that's been plucked out of the water. She forgot her glasses in her room, so Steve - and the rest of the world - is a bit blurry, and her brain is just not firing on all cylinders.

"My shield," Steve says, clearly embarrassed. He doesn't have his cowl-y helmet thing on and he scratches his head and then his ear, looking anywhere but at her.

"Ohhhhh," Darcy replies, turning around to lurch back to her bedroom like a yeti.

--

Seven times the Avengers' weapons have liked Darcy better (and one time the Avenger liked her even more).

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Plateforme de lecture

Archive of Our Own

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Principe d'organisation

Forme littéraire

Genre discursif

Thématiques

Arme
Humour
Marvel Cinematic Universe
Thor
Captain America
Iron Man

Date

2014

Droits

Tous Droits Réservés

Langue

Anglais