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Pairing:  Brock Rumlow/Darcy LewisPrompt:  #7.  Property wars- Your fence is on my land

Darcy wasn’t about to let this go.  Rumlow’s big, stupid dog fence was going to be moved.  She had plans for that extra two feet of space.  To the tune of a bunch of raised garden beds.  

To clarify, Rumlow’s dog wasn’t stupid.  His dog was a good boy.  It wasn’t his fault that his owner was a huge, ginormous, pain in Darcy’s ass.  

Nope, it was just the fence that was stupid.  And it was stupid because it belonged to Brock Rumlow.  

Just like his big dumb hot tub was stupid.  And his big dumb grill was stupid.  

And his big dumb FACE was stupid.  

She sighed.  Stupid HOT, maybe.  

But that didn’t change the fact that he was two feet onto her property.  And it was going to change, dammit.  She wasn’t going to let this beat her like the purple curtains had.  

The purple curtains were a gigantic sore spot with her still.  The dumb homeowners’ association could kiss her patootie.  The purple curtains were gorgeous and deserved to be prominently displayed in her front living room window.  Not in the side window where they were.  

But if taking on the homeowners’ association had taught her anything, it was to pick her battles.  

And she had property lines on her side.  So this was definitely a battle she was going to win.  

She told herself this, grumbling under her breath as she stomped over to bang on his door again.  

He opened it, sighing heavily.  "If I had a nickel for everytime I open the door and you’re there?  I’d be a rich man and could sell this stupid house and move out into the country where people don’t HOUND me over my dog fence!“  

The excellent pun aside, she was Fed Up.  With a capital ‘FU’.

"It’s on my property.  You must have seen that in the property map.”  

“C'mon.  You’re gonna take Duke’s yard away?”  

“You’re gonna take my garden away?”  

He scoffed.  "Just put it against the fence where it is now.“  

She arched a brow.  "The shade from the house would be less than awesome.”  

He groaned and leaned up against the doorframe. “Okay, so new plan.  How about we open the fence up, give Duke both backyards and you can put your garden in whatever the hell sunny spot you want in mine.”  

She eyed him suspiciously.  "So you can steal my tomatoes? No way.“  

During the 2024 WOTFI everything pans out the same way as normal… except a certain dead champ suddenly appears infront of the group of 3, only more robotic and exuding the smell of burnt flesh and rotting ink. Mr. Puzzles not wanting to waste such a good actor to something as ridiculous as death simply scooped up what remained of Wren's corpse from the smoldering wreckage of the warehouse and did a few… Puzzlevision sanctioned upgrades for a 5-star Actor like One-Shot Wren.

Now Puzzles has what is essentially a zombie at his beck and call with an aim that can make Robin Hood cry- who immediately got kicked by Mario so hard he literally went through several walls and crashed outside of the simulation… and into the storage room Oliver was in (who has been roaming around the empty park trying to find everyone who went missing, and he just got everyone cotton candy too :c)

Yeah, no Mario was not happy to see him bro literally just went "OH HELL NAH-" and kicked him so hard he went to the shadow realm.

And in this moment, Puzzles knew…. he fucked up

Meanwhile Oliver literally took Wren back to his house adn is trying his best to help fix him along with hiding him from the others for quite obvious reasons

Mostly I blog Chris Evans' stupid face, Steve/Darcy fics, MCU stuff, writing things and whatever random things that make me giddy. I tag most everything I post, but if there is something I miss do tell me. I'm an expat American living England, I drink far too much coffee, have far too many plotbunnies and adore procrastination far too much. My personal posts are tagged 'shut up Meri' if you want to ignore them.