#taserwidow

The real answer is: sick in bed and watching season seven of AoS (again).

Hi all! Thank you again for every single comment, bookmark, ask or kudos I've received since I last updated. I see, appreciate, and love you all.

Incoming fic update(s) below the cut!

Darcy Lewis/Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff Graphic

I have! I did a couple of Halloween-themed fics for the Darcyland Discord last year, a few of which are super near and dear to my heart:

Taste Your Beating Heart, which is probably the Wish version of @idontgettechnology's Seven Hundred and Eight Dollars but I love Darcy as a tarot reader and I love Steve hating Las Vegas and getting stoned like a true Millennial. (There's smut in this one!)

As chords do from the string is one that I might rewrite and turn into a submission for some Halloween writing challenge out there because it was super super fun to think about what it might feel like waking up as Frankenstein's monster and eventually it got me thinking about how big Harry Treadaway's dick probably is

Finally, She of the Water because it taught me about my last name and also I'm very very gay.

M-rated 

Darcy Lewis didn’t know what the end of the world was going to look like, but she hadn’t expected this.  All Natasha Romanoff knew was that Darcy Lewis was the only SHIELD-vetted scientist who’d picked up her call after half the world turned into dust. That was a good enough reason to want to protect her… right? — A ‘choose your own ending’ Post-Snap snapshot.

Rating: T Tags: Canon compliant post-Infinity War (angsty ending is Endgame compliant), Pre-relationship, Developing relationship, Slow burn, Feelings realization, Protective Natasha Romanoff, Doctor Darcy Lewis, Angst, Hurt/comfort Relationship: Natasha Romanoff/Darcy Lewis Word count: 1,385

Uh, hell yeah there is! Here's a bit of my post-Infinity War Taserwidow WIP, Like You'll Never See Me Again:

“You made it.” She could barely hear the redhead’s call over the yells of a scuffle ringing up from the street. With a wince and a tiny jump she tried to stifle, Darcy shuffled towards Natasha, rolling her suitcase across the rooftop. “Thanks for joining us,” Natasha added as she neared, a little worry slipping into her tone at the lack of reply. Darcy’s blue eyes finally snapped to her greens as she added, “I’m sorry to hear about Foster.”

And I've added 100 words to it! Thanks for the ask 💜

Darcy Lewis didn’t know what the end of the world was going to look like, but she hadn’t expected this. Not the phone call, not the caller, and not the strange pull she felt towards them. All Natasha Romanoff knew was that Darcy Lewis was the only SHIELD-vetted scientist who’d picked up her call after half the world turned into dust. That was a good enough reason to want to protect her... right? --- A Post-Snap slow burn snapshot where you can ‘choose your own ending’ (two will be provided: hopeful or angsty - though, be warned, the angsty option is Endgame canon-compliant).