Obviously. (I was wondering the same thing, man. It used to be pretty easy to run into people in and about the tower, but I don’t know...lately things have been more quiet.)

Yeah, but I think it’s pretty competitive...I was just thinking we could make a wish on the fireworks. Still...a trip...always requires funding...so....

But hey, you’re the one making the soup! (I live in the same building as him…and I didn’t really know how to handle meeting Captain America so I taught him how to twerk…)

Yeah, temporary…right. Hey, dreams can come true, though! Usually just takes some time…and a trip to Disneyland, duh.

Yeah...a little bit, but think about it. Isn't it cooler to be able to do something freaky like that instead of just being boringly ordinary?

Aww c’mon. It’s not that bad. At least I’m not that one kid that can swing their entire arm like a lasso.

[PM] Uh, no. You can’t just tell me about the good stuff. C’mon. What the hell happened? Why would it be better for you to stay away from the wedding? Like, I get why...in theory...but like, why?

[PM] HEY. Did you get an invite to Tony and Steve's wedding?

[pm] Last time I met Stark, I told him I had planted a bomb in his building. Do I really need to answer that question? 

Darcy was confused. She listened to Tony as he stuttered through his explanation, her mind refusing to accept the idea that this monster could actually be so close to her home. It’s a small world, after all, she mused bitterly. The name was familiar and the description that Tony gave reminded Darcy of the girl that Peter had once told her about. A girl that she was certain she had chatted with online at least once before. As the facts began to click together, Darcy’s eyebrows scrunched together more and more. Pregnant? A meal? Pregnant? 

By the time the information had sunk in, Tony had already begun to speak again. Darcy shut her gaping mouth and continued to listened, albeit with an angrier expression on her face in place of the previous confusion. Her gaze obediently followed Tony as he strode over the window, her own face looking aghast and ghostly in the darkened reflection. Darcy nodded eagerly, but stopped abruptly when she realized that no, she was not convinced by Tony’s guarantee. “Okay, just -- j-just...but you just said that you don’t have a how. What if I have a how? What if -- she’s pregnant? Like, a-baby-is-in-her-uterus kind of pregnant? And he’s...Hart-Hartmut is t-the dad?” Darcy pressed her fingers to her forehead and squeezed her eyes shut, completely missing Tony’s pinky promise offer. “He’s the dad? He’s...I have an idea of how to stop him. How to stop him, how to stop the dad, to stop the...shit. No! I have an idea and it’s a good idea. I just -- need time.” And help, but that was something she could worry about later. For now, all she needed was some sort of plan, even if it was just some loose outline, it would be a good start.

“Yeah! Yeah, that’s--wait, what? Uh, yeah! Yeah, that’s...that Grant Ward...” Darcy waited as Tony mulled his answer over and a faint clicking sound could be heard as she tapped her thumbnails against each other. She might have an idea (and a rough outline) about what to do in terms of forcing Viktor Hartmut to face justice for his evilness, but when it came to helping Grant escape from whatever Hydra trouble was undoubtedly coming his way...Darcy had no clue. If she couldn’t get Tony’s help with this then, she would be at a dead end. “Really?!” With a sudden burst of energy (or was it just the overwhelming relief?), Darcy sprung to her feet and tossed her arms around Tony briefly before pulling back to regard him with wide (but tired) eyes. “You mean it? You’ll help him?”

Over This || Darcy & Tony

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Tony’s loud banging startled Darcy out of her trip down memory lane. Reflexively, she reached forward to whack him on the back, but he had already choked most of the cookie down it seemed. So, she went about quickly pouring him a glass of water, instead. It was hard to look at Tony as she down the drink in front of him, but wasn’t about being embarrassed about the incident anymore. Clearly, this was not the first time Hartmut’s name had been introduced to Tony. She couldn’t decide whether this was good or bad news. “Yeah…he’s – you know him?” She watched in confusion as Tony moved to the next box of food. Either whatever he already knew about Hartmut was so unproblematic that this issue was no longer relevant and they could now sit back and feast or Hartmut was a hundred times worst than she already thought and there was no hope and so they might as well enjoy simple pleasure while they still could. Darcy couldn’t decide which she would prefer between those options, either. “Really? Where?”

If the name was half the game, was the location considered the second part? Finding and taking Hartmut into custody seemed at least like the traditional idea, if not a good idea; if he was kept in a secure location, unable to run or cause more harm, then they had a chance to work up a case against him, forcing him to face justice for his villainous history. This must be the right thing to do. It had to be. Darcy couldn’t bring herself to fully agree with any other possible ramifications against Hartmut, especially any of those that resembled anything close to harsh revenge.

Darcy scoffed at Tony’s compliments, but smiled nonetheless. “Yeah, that’s totally how he’ll described it,” she remarked, as her chuckles turned into peels of laughter. She was so lucky to have such funny and light-hearted friends. With them around, she was sure that she’d get over this incidence soon. At least, she hoped it would happen soon; it wouldn’t be good to have to continue moping around instead of moving on and possible fixing this situation. After all, it was now her turn to help a friend.

“His name is Grant Ward, and he’s about a 7, I guess? Sometimes an 8.” Admittedly, Darcy wasn’t the type to “fix bad boys,” but Grant wasn’t bad or broken for that matter. At most, he just needed someone to see him with fresh eyes and was willing to lend a helping hand. Luckily, she had met those qualifications and was able to help him. Now, he’s sacrificed with cover to help her, so it was only fair she return the favour. “Is there anything we can do to help him?”

“That’s uh…bigger problem. I’ve got where, not how,” Tony said. He was not quite sure what the protocol was here–did you rat out your friend’s boyfriend when they were several irreversible months into their happily-ever-after with a child, or hunt down the boyfriend in question when he also happened to double as a psychotic kidnapper–also of a friend. Feeling a headache on the horizon, Tony reached for another fortune cookie if only to give himself something to do with his hands and cracked it up open while he chose and organized his next words carefully. “Monster’s a sort of friend of the family.” He paused–no, that wasn’t it. “Yeah, bad choice of words. He’s uh…Not a friend. He’s…” He set the two hals of the cookie down, meeting Darcy’s eye as he continued. “You know Ginny? Very…preppy, very friendly, very pregnant clothes designer at SI? Great girl? Around the tower a lot? He’s sort of the father of her kid. We’ve met. Had a meal.”

Viktor was interesting to say the least–never going to be Tony’s favorite person, not for all the money in the world, not least because of the way he looked at Steve, like he’d enjoy nothing better than to see his head separated from his body–and now this. Darcy was never supposed to get hurt, never supposed to get caught up in the mess of who-knows-who and who-wants-to-kill-who that had become the every day commotion of being a super hero. (Wording still weird even to Tony’s ears, and he’d been in the business for over five years now.) Some things you never got used to. But Darcy? Darcy shouldn’t have to get used to it, shouldn’t have been dragged down in the first place, and that? That was on him, on all of them, on their inability to protect her when they’d promised her a safe space, a fortress of a tower, not a facade.

“Point is,” Tony said, rising from his seat now to investigate the windows closest to the table, then the door. “Yeah, I’m installing new locks,” he intercepted his own idea, then continued as though there had been no side-tracking, “It’s going to be difficult to just show up at his door and lock him up. Not that I’m not taking this seriously,” he added quickly, fingers running over the bottom of the frame; he could install a couple of deadbolts, or better yet, remove the entire thing and start over–make it stronger, indestructible. No one would get through the windows or doors when he was done with it. She’d be safe here at least–the one thing he could do now, the least he could do. “I’ll work on it. I promise you that, alright? And there’s no way on god’s green Earth he’ll be hurting you or anyone else again, okay? That’s a guarantee.” He extended his pink to seal the deal.

He leaned against the nearest wall, listening to her describe her “savior” when the name caught his attention, and he was very glad that this time at least he was not eating. “Grant Ward is your knight in shining armor? The sold-out-his-team, strangely kind to puppies Grant Ward? Tried to blow up my tower Grant Ward?” He scratched his head–nothing about this conversation had been simple, and yet it seemed they were still nowhere near to any semblance of a solution. “Help him? Uh…let me think that over, yeah? Fucking hell, of course it’s Grant Ward.”

Darcy turned and squinted in the direction Tony pointed in. “So, that’s Ginny! Huh! Can’t believe I still haven’t actually met her.” Months and months have gone by since Peter has mentioned the talented fashionista to Darcy, but apparently, becoming acquaintances with the girl was more challenging than originally thought. Darcy only wished the same could be said for Ginny’s boyfriend. Darcy tried to not let the memory of Hartmut sour her smile, but surely anyone watching closely enough could see the tiny falters in her expression. Still, Ginny was her own person and from what everyone had to say about her, surely, she was nothing like the Hydra monster. She made a mental note to introduce herself later to Ginny...or perhaps, she’ll grab Peter and get him to do the introductions. At least then she wouldn’t be alone. “Well, she did do an amazing job. I mean, your wedding photos are gonna look like some high budget fashion photoshoot,” she continued, her smile properly lighting up her eyes again.

Darcy giggled and casted a glance down at her dress. It had taken some time to find, but it had entered her sights, it didn't take much longer for her to make the purchase. She laughed again as Tony gave her hairdo a bewildered look. “Yeah! It’s new, sort of new. The hairstyle is new, but uh, it’s the same old hair.” She tugged on a loose curl with a idle hand. It was impressive that her hair had managed to keep its shape for this long, but she seriously doubted it would last past the intense dancing that would go down later tonight. Hell, if it didn’t lose its shape after the dancing, then she just obviously didn’t party hard enough.

“Er, Tony?” Her gaze flickered between the glass of champagne and her friend’s suddenly slacked face. She reached forward and gently took the stem of the flute before turning to follow whatever had Tony so fixated. It was no surprise when their line of sight lead to the other exceptionally dressed, deliriously happy, glowing groom. “Mhm, definitely,” she chuckled. “It probably hasn’t even sunk in yet, has it?”

Champagne Taste|| Open || Wedding Reception

But hey, you’re the one making the soup! (I live in the same building as him...and I didn’t really know how to handle meeting Captain America so I taught him how to twerk...)

Yeah, temporary...right. Hey, dreams can come true, though! Usually just takes some time...and a trip to Disneyland, duh.

Like I said, I’m kinda good at this kind of stuff. (Yeah, I’ll wait until at least after the honeymoon. That’s fair, right?)

Hah! Join the club, buddy. Uh…in that case, I’m guessing that whatever it does cost…is probably too much, anyways. 

Darcy cheered along with everyone else as James Barnes replaced the microphone and the last line of his poem resounded through the hall. Her applause was cut short when she had to raise an abrupt hand to stop a tear from falling and dragging her mascara with it. She casted an amused glance at the friends seat next to her and laughed as they too hurried to blink tears. “Holy crap, that was good! Did not see that coming,” she remarked to no one in particular. With the last of her tears dabbed away, she scanned the tables near the stage and tried to get a second look at this mysterious best man. Darcy frowned when she finally zeroed in on him and saw that he was seated all by himself. With a quick note to her friends that she would be right back, Darcy made her way over to James Barnes, two flutes of champagne in her hands.

He must have seen her coming because she ended up being the one surprised when he spoke up first. “Oh! Uh, it was great! I mean, like, honestly...really excellent. I think everyone really liked it, especially the poem. Pretty ballsy move reciting an original poem like that, but it was totally a good call. With was from the heart, it was good.” She offered him the champagne before gesturing to the empty chair next to the him. “May I?”

Wedding Bells | Bucky + Open

God Bucky was so thankful for his speech to be over. He was nervous for the fact that best man speeches are supposed to be something grand. He didn’t exactly know if grand was the word his described, but he knew he had a feeling he did something right – something good for once.

Going back to his seat, he finished off the drink thankful for the burn down his throat. He took a moment to sit by himself to actually see what was going on around him. People were laughing, talking, everyone had this addicting smile and light airy environment. Honestly he was sure this was one of those 1920s parties he saw in that Gatsby movie.

Just about too soon for his liking, someone had interrupted his peace. He knew he should’ve gone to Steve the moment the speech ended because honestly the man looked like he was barely holding it together at his last part. And he was going too, just a little bit later once he and Steve had a time to calm down because tears weren’t going to happen. Bucky was going to make sure of it. “Be honest with me, how was that speech?”

Like I said, I’m kinda good at this kind of stuff. (Yeah, I’ll wait until at least after the honeymoon. That’s fair, right?)

Hah! Join the club, buddy. Uh...in that case, I’m guessing that whatever it does cost...is probably too much, anyways. 

No…not yet. I’ll just add that to the list of things we have to do before the grand-opening. (Captain America say what about soup?! I’ll have a word with him…but not today…because you know, wedding trumps soup controversy.)

Google says we should start with looking at our budget. 

Social Butterfly | Open

Darcy wasn’t sure when exactly the carters would start serving out dinner, but it hardly mattered. Between all the champagne, the music, and being surrounded by all her friends, she was having to much fun to be hungry or at least to notice whether she was hungry or not. She had been content to sit at her assigned table for a total of five minutes at the start of the reception, warming up with a little bit of easy mingling with the others around table 11. Then inevitably, she had caught sight of other familiar faces and Darcy hadn’t been back in her seat yet. 

Time flew by without much notice as she became the proverbial social butterfly, moving swiftly throughout the reception hall, from one friend to another, following the sounds of familiar laughter to clue her in to who was where. Even now, as she sat with her arm looped through Leo’s, she could hear Thor’s hearty chuckle from across the room. Darcy casted a quick glance in his direction, hoping to catch his eye and wave him over, but figured that might take too long. “Be right back,” she told Leo before skipping off towards Thor.

As she neared, Darcy could hear the words to one of Thor’s favourite battle stories. With her eyes set on the tall blonde several tables away, she didn’t see the immediate wedding guest making their way into her path. “Sorry!” She cried out as she collided with them, her arms reflexively reaching out to steady both the other person and herself.

YES GREEN IS TOTALLY YOUR COLOUR. 

Well, it depends. How good are you on heels...while drunk?

planning what to wear to the wedding is really hard actually omg

I think green is my colour??? are converses acceptable - probably not 

Darcy’s outfit to the Super Wedding

“Hey!” She laughed and reached to give Tony a hug. “Yeah! Yeah, it’s up to snuff. It’s like, past the snuff. It’s like, super snuff.” Darcy was living proof that this party was beyond exceptional. From the second that the minister had announced that the grooms could kiss, it has been non-stop fun and laughs. While Darcy’s party stamina was pretty amazing, there was only so much one petit sized human could handle. Joking and grinning the whole way, Darcy has slowly made her way to the bathroom where she had spent a solid three minutes just shaking out her facial muscles. Now, she was ready to continue with all the laughs, smiles, and inevitable selfies, and she could think of anyone better to start off round two with than one of the grooms himself.

Darcy squealed and wrapped her friend in another quick hug. “Congratulations, Tony! Really, have you seen how happy you look? You are literally glowing. Literally. Glowing.”

Champagne Taste|| Open || Wedding Reception

Tony laughed. He seemed to be doing that a lot tonight. Pressed against Steve’s side, their hands laced together if only because Tony wanted to feel the ring on Steve’s finger, to trace the smooth metal and know that this was real, this was his, this was happening. He was listening to Steve speak about the music and his new-found pop knowledge (which was quickly surpassing Tony’s own) when Bucky Barnes sidled over to speak with the groom in question. “I’ll fill you up,” Tony said, giving Steve’s hand a small squeeze before he took his glass and left for the bar to give the two friends time to catch up. The man had had one hell of a speech. 

He handed both glasses to the bartender for a refill and leaned against the counter while he waited. “Make it the kid stuff,” he said, his focus lost across the room, grinning as he watched Steve laugh, Steve talk, Steve looking happier than Tony had ever seen him. He turned back to the bartender just in time to see the man in question reaching for the bottle of champagne. “No, sorry, yeah, non-alcoholic. Great. You throw an excellent party,  by the way.” Tony retrieved both glasses with a small laugh and was about to make his way back to Steve when a guest walking past caught his attention. “Hey,” he said, grinning. “What do you think, party up to snuff?” 

Darcy took the invitation down from where it hung on the fridge and looked it over, finding it hard to believe that the wedding day had arrived so quickly. It was unlike her to neglect such an exciting event, but lately, being distracted wasn’t exactly uncommon for Darcy. So, a day solely dedicated to the fun of spending time with friends to celebrate two other very special friends was definitely something she needed.

No...not yet. I’ll just add that to the list of things we have to do before the grand-opening. (Captain America say what about soup?! I’ll have a word with him...but not today...because you know, wedding trumps soup controversy.)

Google says we should start with looking at our budget. 

Thanks, Sam, nice to meet you too. (SURE, I’ll tell him. Gimme his name.)

AWESOME. Dude, when do we start?

Aww c’mon. It’s not that bad. At least I’m not that one kid that can swing their entire arm like a lasso.

I finally got to freak out a kid on the bus with this trick today. My life is now complete.

Yeah, totally!

Uh, no, not really. I’m single as a Pringle, but it’s okay because I have like, other Pringles with me.

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Hey, anything for an epic Turkey Day.

Nah, I just sort of put two and two together. It happens sometimes. Cute story, though! Almost sounds like fanfiction. Can’t wait to meet him ~

I’ll be sure to set up a meeting for the three of us soon. I know he’s eager to leave the apartment, and I’m sure you’ll be a great influence on him. I’ll call you, alright?

Is there anyone in your picture that I should know about? Anyone I should make extras for for Thanksgiving?