sushi pajamas (and other weapons of mass destruction)
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Nature
Titre
sushi pajamas (and other weapons of mass destruction)
Créateur.ice
sevenfoxes
Résumé
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).
Support
Plateforme de lecture
Archive of Our Own
Format
Modalité procédurale
Principe d'organisation
Forme littéraire
Genre discursif
Thématiques
Arme
Humour
Marvel Cinematic Universe
Thor
Captain America
Iron Man
Date
2014
Rights
Tous Droits Réservés
Langue
Anglais