The hi-jinks of The Avengers, their significant others, friends, and SHIELD agents.

Darcy was seven the first time she fell in love. The second time Darcy falls in love, she's twenty-five, hung over as all get out, and has a real chance of getting shot, which is actually more alarming than the giant green guy who's holding her hostage

One of Ian's best friends in high school was Darcy Lewis. Lucky for him, he keeps in contact with all his friends, and Darcy doesn't keep secrets well.

Darcy watches. It's kinda what she's being paid for. More or less. That and the coffee.

Darcy watched the Avengers defend New York from over two thousand miles away. She could look out her window if she wanted to watch the aftermath. She watches the news instead, and realizes one very important thing: the Avengers have a bit of a PR problem.

“So, physics,” Darcy says when they leave the office. “New Mexico,” Mel counters, equally dubious. “Scientists,” she shudders. Mel shrugs, a gesture that sits oddly on her heavy shoulders, “Can't be worse than theater majors.”

It's Darcy's first day as Tony Stark's new personal assistant. Only one thing in her closet suits this occasion.

Where Darcy gets a day job.

“If you don't turn your life into a story, you just become a part of someone else's story.” -The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents, by Terry Pratchett In which Darcy Lewis works for SHIELD, dates Spider-man and his issues, is roommates with Jessica Jones and her issues, befriends the Avengers she hasn't met yet, and generally manipulates the situation around her to better suit her expectations. Because that's how she rolls.

A series of days in a new life. Captain Steven Rogers gets a little help adapting to the 21st century from Darcy and Wolverine, and Tony wonders when exactly he turned into the mature person in the room.

Every year I do a post of all the bits of fic I couldn't find a place for. Some stand alone pretty well; most are just starts I don't have the interest or energy to finish.

Sometimes they forget: she's a political science major.

Her name isn’t really Darcy, of course: her true name is something much older and a damn lot more powerful. Norse gods weren't the only supernatural beings in New Mexico when Thor was there.

If someone had told Darcy Lewis she was going to have to spend an entire week babysitting an assassin, she would have laughed in their face at the sheer unbelievableness of it. But the thing was, that wasn’t even close to being the most unbelievable thing about the week. (Set post-Age of Ultron)