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Instincts are a Bitch || Closed

“.I never met a coffee I didn’t like, so you’re probably not wrong.” He said softly, watching her, feeling unexplainably fond that she had so quickly picked up on his habits.

“Maybe….now that you’re here…” he stepped forward to cup her cheek. “I’ll have more incentive get out of the lab, come to bed, hmm?” He grinned sharply.

Darcy blushed nuzzling into the touch. She could imagine that, vividly almost. The feel of that goatee brushing along her shoulders as he kissed her and curled himself around her in bed….his bed. Their bed.

“The bennefits would outweigh the cost of pulling yourself away i’d hope…” She looked down briefly, her own subconcious self doubt nagging at her. Though she stamped it back down in favor of stepping into her alphas space. “You really sure you want me? I’m very fluent in sass and passive agressive-ness.”

“Sounds perfect.” He grinned, smiling. “I’d very much like to kiss you?” He bit his lip just a little, watching her.

Darcy grinned, nodding eagerly as she looked up the scant inches that seperated them in height. He wasn’t a giant like Thor, but he was perfect smooching height which made Darcy happy. Tall and handsome was nice to look at, but this, wrapping her arms around his neck was heaven for Darcy. She could smell him perfectly now, and could practically taste his desire on her tongue. It was light, but it was there and it was good.

Instincts are a Bitch || Closed

“.I never met a coffee I didn’t like, so you’re probably not wrong.” He said softly, watching her, feeling unexplainably fond that she had so quickly picked up on his habits.

“Maybe….now that you’re here…” he stepped forward to cup her cheek. “I’ll have more incentive get out of the lab, come to bed, hmm?” He grinned sharply.

Darcy blushed nuzzling into the touch. She could imagine that, vividly almost. The feel of that goatee brushing along her shoulders as he kissed her and curled himself around her in bed....his bed. Their bed.

“The bennefits would outweigh the cost of pulling yourself away i’d hope...” She looked down briefly, her own subconcious self doubt nagging at her. Though she stamped it back down in favor of stepping into her alphas space. “You really sure you want me? I’m very fluent in sass and passive agressive-ness.”

Instincts are a Bitch || Closed

“Sorry about this.” Tony said, standing in front of Darcy - he’d heard of people reacting weirdly when they found their mate, and he’d had a whole ten seconds after Darcy walked into the room before his inner Alpha went crazy and now he’s got Darcy in a corner, guarding her with some kind of - what the fuck is he even holding - some kind of ruler and a metal tray.

Clint had cackled, even as Steve and Natasha dragged everyone to the other side of the room - the door was too close to Tony to get to.

He knows he’s being silly, but his instincts demand he protects his mate, keep her safe.

Darcy knew coming to the Tower had been a rather odd….idea….well, to be honest it was a great big fat decision. On of her best. Not that she’d really made it, Janey had said ‘Hey New York’ and Darcy had said ‘COFFEE’…Yeah. Following Jane back and forth was never dull, oh no. She got the God…the psycho elves and red-stuff….and now she apparently got THE Tony Stark guarding her like Captain America or whoever else was in the room (she hadn’t really had time to check) was going to take her head off.

Let it be known, Darcy was rarely bored.

“Easy Tiger….not that this isn’t doing major things to my lady parts, cus it is, but you gotta calm down a minute.” She’d heard varied stories from friends and loved ones about what happens when you find your mate. Unsurprisingly, because Thor was who he was, watching Jane practically salivate over him had been hilarious. SO she expected herself to be a drooling puddle of Darcy-goo. In reality? She was more worried about the audience, and if they could tell she was practically soaking her panties because hot damn her Alpha male was HOT.

Steve had Natasha and Clint at the back of the room, Jane pinching the bridge of her nose. Steve and Natasha were the big problem here, Clint was bonded to Phil, and Jane to Thor, so they didn’t really register as threats to Tony’s instincts.

Steve shifted, and Tony growled, full on baring his teeth, and Steve stepped back again. Tony shifted, and turned to her, before physically picking her up and putting her over his shoulder. Tony may not make a big deal of it, but he had muscles, he had to have to be able to control the suit, not to mention he refused to be defenseless if the suit somehow became un-usable.

He had to get his mate out of her and he promptly stalked from the room, thinking, before heading for the penthouse.

“Darcy?!”

“Chill Janey, just..oof! Easy with the shoulder Tiger, just put my bags in your room for now!” Darcy grunted as she was rushed from the room, Tony’s adjustments making his shoulder dig into her abdomen a bit (though not complaining because woah) as she placed her hands on the shifting muscles of his back so she wasn’t just staring at the floor.

And can she JUST say, the ass was a great view.

The journey to his room, she presumed it was his room anyway, was rather interesting when she couldn’t see where they were going. 

“You really know how to make a girl swoon, ….any chance of you letting me walk now that we’re a bit away from the other people?” This was still not Darcy complaining, but her bladder was kind of killing her after that long ass journey and too much coffee. And didn’t that just remind her that Tony smelled like he’d been rolling in machine oil, coffee grounds, and …blueberrys? Huh…not common but interesting. “Do you bench that suit? You are built….far more then what it seems in your photos…”

“Not yet, i’m sorry.” He said, patting the back of her leg as he walked onto the elevator and it headed up without a word. Once it dinged for his floor, he walked out and only then did he reluctantly set her down.

“This is the penthouse. I uh. If you want tos tay here too. With me that would be - i would like that.” He said, gesturing around. “You can - we can redecorate however you’d like.” He’s a little kooky at the moment, wants to impress his omega, make her happy, however she’d like.

She grins when she’s finally on her feet, laughing at the sheer rediculous things she always manages to get herself into. Waving her hands placatingly so he doesnt think shes laughing at him.

“I like it, its very.....well it could use some touches of “someone lives here” but from what i’ve heard from Thor ....you’re more of a live in your lab person. Which is cool, just means i’ll have to know where that is so i can bring you food and other necessities like coffee.” Darcy was an omega that loved to take care of her pack, in any way she could. “You seem like an espresso guy when it’s not all black and loaded with sugar.” 

Darcy babbled when she was nervous. And now that they were in his space, his room...their room?....the penhouse tht would be their room because he’d already said that hadn’t he? Now that they were there.....the nerves were starting to set in.

Instincts are a Bitch || Closed

“Sorry about this.” Tony said, standing in front of Darcy - he’d heard of people reacting weirdly when they found their mate, and he’d had a whole ten seconds after Darcy walked into the room before his inner Alpha went crazy and now he’s got Darcy in a corner, guarding her with some kind of - what the fuck is he even holding - some kind of ruler and a metal tray.

Clint had cackled, even as Steve and Natasha dragged everyone to the other side of the room - the door was too close to Tony to get to.

He knows he’s being silly, but his instincts demand he protects his mate, keep her safe.

Darcy knew coming to the Tower had been a rather odd….idea….well, to be honest it was a great big fat decision. On of her best. Not that she’d really made it, Janey had said ‘Hey New York’ and Darcy had said ‘COFFEE’…Yeah. Following Jane back and forth was never dull, oh no. She got the God…the psycho elves and red-stuff….and now she apparently got THE Tony Stark guarding her like Captain America or whoever else was in the room (she hadn’t really had time to check) was going to take her head off.

Let it be known, Darcy was rarely bored.

“Easy Tiger….not that this isn’t doing major things to my lady parts, cus it is, but you gotta calm down a minute.” She’d heard varied stories from friends and loved ones about what happens when you find your mate. Unsurprisingly, because Thor was who he was, watching Jane practically salivate over him had been hilarious. SO she expected herself to be a drooling puddle of Darcy-goo. In reality? She was more worried about the audience, and if they could tell she was practically soaking her panties because hot damn her Alpha male was HOT.

Steve had Natasha and Clint at the back of the room, Jane pinching the bridge of her nose. Steve and Natasha were the big problem here, Clint was bonded to Phil, and Jane to Thor, so they didn’t really register as threats to Tony’s instincts.

Steve shifted, and Tony growled, full on baring his teeth, and Steve stepped back again. Tony shifted, and turned to her, before physically picking her up and putting her over his shoulder. Tony may not make a big deal of it, but he had muscles, he had to have to be able to control the suit, not to mention he refused to be defenseless if the suit somehow became un-usable.

He had to get his mate out of her and he promptly stalked from the room, thinking, before heading for the penthouse.

“Darcy?!”

“Chill Janey, just..oof! Easy with the shoulder Tiger, just put my bags in your room for now!” Darcy grunted as she was rushed from the room, Tony’s adjustments making his shoulder dig into her abdomen a bit (though not complaining because woah) as she placed her hands on the shifting muscles of his back so she wasn’t just staring at the floor.

And can she JUST say, the ass was a great view.

The journey to his room, she presumed it was his room anyway, was rather interesting when she couldn’t see where they were going. 

“You really know how to make a girl swoon, ....any chance of you letting me walk now that we’re a bit away from the other people?” This was still not Darcy complaining, but her bladder was kind of killing her after that long ass journey and too much coffee. And didn’t that just remind her that Tony smelled like he’d been rolling in machine oil, coffee grounds, and ...blueberrys? Huh...not common but interesting. “Do you bench that suit? You are built....far more then what it seems in your photos...”

Instincts are a Bitch || Closed

“Sorry about this.” Tony said, standing in front of Darcy - he’d heard of people reacting weirdly when they found their mate, and he’d had a whole ten seconds after Darcy walked into the room before his inner Alpha went crazy and now he’s got Darcy in a corner, guarding her with some kind of - what the fuck is he even holding - some kind of ruler and a metal tray.

Clint had cackled, even as Steve and Natasha dragged everyone to the other side of the room - the door was too close to Tony to get to.

He knows he’s being silly, but his instincts demand he protects his mate, keep her safe.

Darcy knew coming to the Tower had been a rather odd....idea....well, to be honest it was a great big fat decision. On of her best. Not that she’d really made it, Janey had said ‘Hey New York’ and Darcy had said ‘COFFEE’...Yeah. Following Jane back and forth was never dull, oh no. She got the God...the psycho elves and red-stuff....and now she apparently got THE Tony Stark guarding her like Captain America or whoever else was in the room (she hadn’t really had time to check) was going to take her head off.

Let it be known, Darcy was rarely bored.

“Easy Tiger....not that this isn’t doing major things to my lady parts, cus it is, but you gotta calm down a minute.” She’d heard varied stories from friends and loved ones about what happens when you find your mate. Unsurprisingly, because Thor was who he was, watching Jane practically salivate over him had been hilarious. SO she expected herself to be a drooling puddle of Darcy-goo. In reality? She was more worried about the audience, and if they could tell she was practically soaking her panties because hot damn her Alpha male was HOT.

Anyone want to plot college Au or verses with Darcy in college? Finals are killing me and i want to rage about them XP

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