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Darcy Lewis was unexpectedly enjoying her time at Avengers Tower.
The idea of spending her last month of freedom before starting her Master’s program with a bunch of super heroes, only one of them she even kind of knew, had not sounded fun. Maybe it sounded fun to other people who haven’t ever spent time with a super hero; but after seeing the kind of damage Thor could create in a matter of days spending a month in a building, no matter how large or reinforced, with no less than six heroes sounded like a terrible plan.
But Jane had begged. She’d even pulled the ‘only non-superhero friend card’, and that wasn’t a card many people got pulled on them . . . so Darcy packed a bag and drove her sorry excuse for a car to New York.
And now here she was, in a lounge chair on the balcony of the Avengers Tower; drinking scotch that was older than she was with Tony Fucking Stark himself.
“Watcha thinking about short stuff?”
“How old is this scotch?”
“Old enough to drink itself. And then some. Why?”
She shrugged and looked up at the stars, enjoying the warm pulse of the scotch in her veins. Her thoughts drifted through the aether, thinking of the scotch, the effect it had on her, on Tony. “Would it be inappropriate to do a science fair project on whether the type of drunk a person is is determined by nature or nurture?”
Tony snorted, “Dude. You’re not even a fucking science major.”
Darcy arched one eyebrow at him and waited.
He shook his head. “You just want to get us drunk.”
“You haven’t actually answered my question.”
“It would be highly inappropriate.” Tony paused and poured more scotch into his glass and threw one of his sketchpads at her, a pen stuck in its spiral binding, “That’s neverstopped me.”
Darcy gleefully grabbed the pen and paper and looked at Tony over the top of her glasses, “Now meestah Stark, tell me about your fahzzah . . .” she said in her absolute worst German accent ever.
Tony rolled his eyes and downed his glass, “I am not nearly drunk enough for that.”
Darcy grabbed the bottle and poured him another two fingers, “Well let’s work on that, shall we?”