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dresupi · 4 years

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Bay Leaf - Axel Cluney (Zeitgeist)/Darcy Lewis

1,175 words Rated T Bay Leaf - Unexpectedly moving on from an ex

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“What are you doing here?” Darcy asked, frowning as she leaned in her doorway.

“Wade sent me. Said you had some shelf or something you needed help putting together?”

Axel wasn’t exactly the person she’d expected Wade to send, but she was secretly glad that Wade himself hadn’t come to offer his help. He was kind of bad at these ikea shelves. Not that she was much better, hence the need for a master Ikea carpenter.

Also Axel was eye candy. To her. So thank you, Wade.

“Okay, well... thanks. I can feed you.” He frowned. “In payment,” she reiterated, only for Axel’s frown to deepen. “Unless you’d rather I just gave you cash?”

“You don’t have to give me anything,” he said. “I’m helping you because I want to. Not because I need pocket money.”

Her face went red hot as she stepped out of the way so he could come inside. “Sorry, I didn’t mean--- I just figured you were doing a favor for Wade and I didn’t want you to waste your time.”

“Why would it be a waste of time?” he asked, reaching back to tug his hoodie off and rucking up his t-shirt in the process. “Thought we were friends.”

“I mean, yeah we are. I... because... I dunno, I’m rambling to delay the inevitable...”

The inevitable being when he saw the state of her living room. When she called him eye candy, she wasn’t kidding, but the crush went a little deeper than that. It went to the point where she was embarrassed to explain exactly why her living room looked like that.

“Whoa,” he said, folding his hoodie in half and looking around the bare room. “Your boyfriend rob you when he left?”

She exhaled, shaking her head. “No. I wanted the bedroom furniture, so he took everything out here... I---I let him take it. No robbery necessary.”

He looked surprised. “Oh, I just kind of assumed all that stuff was yours. Didn’t look like the kind of guy who’d own a purple couch.”

She snickered. “He wasn’t. It was all mine. I just... I let him take it because, I don’t know. I was probably going to get rid of it anyway. I mean... it’s just stuff, right?”

She could feel Axel’s eyes on her, and she hoped like hell he wouldn’t say anything more on the subject, because it was sensitive. And inherently linked to her aforementioned crush turned more on a certain acid-puking mutant who was currently present.

“If it’s something you wanted, you could have kept it.”

“Yeah, but I felt bad. Because like... he didn’t have anything and he was moving in with a friend and... and then I found out he wasn’t moving in with a friend, he was moving in with the skank he cheated with, so now she’s got my purple couch and all my cool end tables and I have to go to Ikea to get sad single person crap because it’s going to take time for me to accumulate more stuff and I just...” She inhaled and exhaled again, loudly, closing her eyes and shaking her head. “She’s not a skank. She had no idea he was with me. I’m projecting my anger onto her because I can’t be mad at him and I don’t know why.”

That was a lie. She knew why.

“You still have feelings for him,” Axel replied, moving over to the first of the boxes and pulling a pocket knife out of his back pocket. He unfolded it and cut the tape. “I mean, I would assume. I’m not a shrink or anything.” He folded it back up and stuck it where he got it.

“I don’t though,” she said. And maybe she just imagined the sudden look of interest on his face, but she went with it. “I actually haven’t for a while, I was just too chicken-shit to leave him and now I’m mad because he beat me to it. And I guess that’s why I let him have the stuff. Because I felt that... subconsciously... he knew I stopped feeling anything for him and that’s why he cheated.”

Axel snorted derisively. “No. He cheated because he’s a piece of garbage. You stopped feeling for him because you---to use your own word---subconsciously knew that.” He pulled what was inside the box out onto the floor. “Now, if you’re through dissecting your shitty ex-relationship, get over here and help me with this.”

Darcy smiled a little and sat down beside him.

“You don’t wanna know the real reason I fell out of like with him?”

“You could make me a happy camper and tell me his dick wasn’t big enough.” He smirked in her direction and made a grab for the little bag of hardware that came with the shelf pieces.

“I don’t really care about that.”

“Okay, then I don’t want to know, because this isn’t eighth grade lunch and I don’t have a science test later.”

“Suit yourself,” she said, sniffing as she reached for the instructions.

“You’re not going to tell me anyway?” he asked.

“Nope. Because this isn’t eighth---“

“Just tell me, Darce.”

Her face flushed as she peered into the direction booklet like it was super interesting or something she could actually decipher. “Maybe fell in like with someone else.”

He was silent for a long moment, lining up the pieces. “Someone I know?”

“Yeah.”

“How well do I know them?” he asked.

“I dunno. Depends. To use your words, I’m not a shrink or anything.”

“Oh,” he said. And that was all he said. But he didn’t talk a ton either, so Darcy didn’t really worry about it.

That was a lie, she totally did. But when she worried, she worked, and that seemed to help matters in reference to her pile of ikea boxes.

Between the two of them, they got both coffee tables put together, and the biggest of the bookcases before Axel’s stomach growled and she jumped so much that she dropped two of the loose shelves on the floor with a loud crack.

He turned towards her. “Jumpy much?”

“Yeah? You would be too if I notoriously puke flesh burning acid and my stomach started making sounds.”

“I’m hungry,” he said in way of explanation.

“I said I’d feed you.”

He shook his head. “Nah. I’ll feed you. There’s this pizza place near here.”

“They deliver?” she asked.

“Yeah, but we’re just gonna go eat in,” he said, reaching for his hoodie.

“Not sure if we have time for that...”

He tugged it over his head. “We do. And you look like you could use a nice gesture.”

“Is that all it is?” she asked, slipping on her shoes.

“Depends,” he replied.

“Depends on what?”

“On if you’re actually upset over losing the furniture, or losing the guy who took it.”

“I freaking loved that couch, Axe. You know that.”

He smiled then. “Then no. That’s not all this is.”

“Okay,” she said. “Good.”

“Good?”

“Good.”

He nodded. “Good.”

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dresupi · 4 years

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Iris - Axel Cluney/Darcy Lewis

for @meilan-firaga 706 words Rated T Iris - Aftermath of a drunken voicemail

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Her head was pounding and she fucking knew she wasn’t going to be able to look Axel in the eye that day. Never mind that Wade had called a meeting between the members of X-Force and she’d been summoned belatedly. She wasn’t actually a member, seeing as she wasn’t a mutant, but she did handle all his tech stuff for him, so it made sense why he wanted her there.

But she really wished she could have known about it the previous night before she went out with Jane and Natasha and got fucking wasted on Russian vodka. That shit was so strong, she’d actually hallucinated calling Axel and confessing every single aspect of her crush on him.

She’d even told him how much it turned her on when he bit his lip and how she really wanted to do that herself. To him. It was more eloquent the night before when she was hallucinating.

As she pushed open the door to Sister Margaret’s, her eyes stopped aching and she was able to take her sunglasses off and slide them into her purse. She took a seat in one of the booths and pulled out her phone to pass the time. Domino slid in on her other side and checked her shoulder.

“Heya, Darce.”

“Hey,” she replied, smiling weakly.

“Oh, you’re hungover,” her friend exclaimed. “Told you that you shoulda let me come along. I never get hungover.”

“Yeah, I’ll remember that for next time,” Darcy groaned.

By that time, everyone had filed in, and Wade had started talking. (He had a visual aid in the form of a dry erase board with a marker that squeaked more than it wrote)

The squeaking was grating on her poor headache and she looked up from her phone to see Axel seated directly across from her, his eyes on the board, but his lip between his teeth.

He bit down until the skin went white, and when he released it, it flushed red again.

Fuck. She might have a headache, but that was still hot as hell.

He ran his tongue over the place where he’d bitten and cut his eyes back to her, locking on her gaze and winking. He had his phone in his hand as well, texting something without looking at the screen.

Her phone buzzed in her hand as his message appeared at the top of the screen.

Frowning hurt, but she did it anyway as she quickly scrambled to check it.

“Is it when I bite it like that, or is there another way I’m not aware of?” It was followed by a winky face and she could have sworn all the blood drained from her face as she quickly checked her call log, her stomach dropping down to her toes when she did.

It wasn’t a hallucination.

She’d actually called him.

And told him she wanted to bite his lip for him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Another text came through. “Calm down, D. I like it when you’re trying to hack in somewhere and you’ve got that look on your face like you’re trying to read Esperanto. Fucking hot as hell, babe.”

She flushed bright red then, glancing up at his face and then back down at her phone because she liked that even more than when he bit his lip.

“And you will meet up after this meeting to bang out your problems,” Wade said suddenly. “Now if you two are finished eye-fucking each other, can we get back to---“ He tapped the board with his fingers.

“It’s the same basic setup as before, except you need all new fake IDs from me because you guys blew all your covers last time,” she paraphrased. “I’ve got it.”

“Yeah well, let Axel live, will ya? How’s he supposed to pay attention so he doesn’t acid-puke on every single person and blow our covers again if you’re over there being adorable?”

“I acid-puked on one person, and it only damaged their shoes,” Axel retorted. “You blew our covers by not remembering the names on our IDs. Now, having said that...” He turned to Darcy, smirking a little. “You really should let me live, babe.”

Domino rolled her eyes. “Now, I’m going to puke.”

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dresupi · 4 years

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My scarf’s stuck - Darcy/Zeitgeist

Axel Cluney | Zeitgeist/Darcy Lewis My scarf’s stuck in the door of my apartment building and I can’t reach the keypad to unlock the door to the lobby, can you help me out, neighbor-I’ve-never-spoken-to-before?

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Darcy yanked on her scarf again, cursing her impeccable knitting skills that made such a tight weave that she couldn’t even tear her way out of this.

“Fuck,” she muttered, yanking again in vain.

“Need some help?” an amused, but deadpan voice asked.

She glanced down at the bottom of the steps. And as luck would have it… well, her luck anyway. Her luck was always out to get her, the tricky bitch. Anyway, as it turned out, her incredibly hot neighbor whom she knew to be Axel Cluney (don’t ask her how, it wasn’t her fault his mail kept coming to her, and she always gave it to the super when it happened), was standing at the bottom of the stoop looking up at her.

“I mean, I could use it, or you could be a dick and leave me here. But you’re not a dick, are you?”

He smirked. “I’m a lot of things. I could totally be a dick.”

“A dick who doesn’t need to get inside his building?” Darcy asked.

“I mean, I could go eat lunch. You’ll have probably gnawed yourself free by then.”

She shot him a look that she hoped conveyed how tired she was and yet also how grateful she’d be if he let her go. It must have worked because he reached around her to punch in his passcode and pulled the door open. She stumbled free and he kept her from falling off the stoop with one arm around her waist.

“Thanks,” she said, grinning and catching her balance.

“No problem,” he replied. “I’m Ax, by the way. If you ever find yourself stuck again, you’ll know who to call.”

“Am I just supposed to yell your name out for everyone to hear, or are you gonna give me some digits to go with that name, Ax?” She reached into her purse to pull out her phone.

And contrary to the fact that he didn’t look like the type to blush, Darcy could swear his cheeks got just a little bit redder before he began rattling them off. “Okay so five-five-five…”

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dresupi · 5 years

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i don’t need therapy, i just need to vent

Darcy Lewis Crack Challenge | Day 3: Stuck in an air vent |

Summary:

Darcy's stuck in an air vent and ofc her ex is the one who comes to unstick her.

Darcy bit down on her bottom lip and released the green 'button' on her phone screen that would connect her to the communication app she'd designed for Wade.. It was a simple enough app, she'd made one for the Avengers too. X-Force just seemed to use it more.

This mission wasn't supposed to be this complicated. It was supposed to be a quick job. One and done. Break in, steal the intel, sneak out.

But of course, it didn't go that way, because the universe hated Darcy Lewis. Hate, hate, hate, capital H.

Okay, maybe it didn't hate her, but it certainly loved fucking up things that were supposed to be easy and then laughing at her while she scrambled.

She probably shouldn't have tried to do this alone. She was technically a field agent, but mostly, everyone wanted her for tech. And the intel she'd stolen was about that. But field agenting was something she was still green at. But Cable had needed the intel, and everyone else glazed over when she started talking about dismantling the firewall, so. Here she was.

"What is it, Monkey?" Wade's voice responded.

"Wade," she replied.

"Use our code names, dearheart."

"WADE. This is a private channel. No one's hacking in, I promise."

"Still not right, but I can tell by your tone that things aren't exactly peachy keen, so I'll let that slide. My code name is Rainbow Smash, in case you forgot."

She hadn't. But he was right about the' no time' thing. "Look. I got the intel Cable asked for. That part was easy."

"Okay, I sense a but in the future. Or a, however. Probably a but."

"It's a but. These idiots came back from wherever the hell they were and now I'm stuck in this vent because if I shimmy out the way I came in, I'll not only alert everyone in this building with the resulting rumble, I'll probably get mowed down by assault rifles before I can even squeeze out of the vent."

"Where are you now?"

She looked around, her surroundings not helping in the slightest, so she pressed against the smartwatch on her wrist, swiping through all the screens until she found the infrared map. "Directly above the barracks. No one's there currently, but they will be in a few hours. And the longer I stay put, the more likely this vent will give way and I'll fall into AIM barracks on my ass."

"Damn those AIM bastards for needing a tight ten and a half every night…" Wade muttered. "Listen. We'll get you out. Just sit tight. I'll send someone in to get you."

"Right. Because another person in the vents is what we need."

"Look, you can't go crawling over their heads and risking them hearing you unless we got a clear shot out. Plus. Two is better than one."

"Only if one of the two is Cable," she countered.

"Noted."

"So you're sending Cable?

"Did I not say noted?" he asked.

Darcy rolled her eyes. "Yes. But that doesn't always mean you're doing what I asked."

"I will do what's best for you, Monkey."

She sighed. "Give me an approximate wait time."

"Seven minutes."

"Okay. I'll chill for seven, and if no one's here, I'm calling you back."

"I'd expect nothing less."

She exhaled and lay her head down on her folded arms and started to count four hundred and twenty Mississippis.

Approximately three-hundred-ninety Mississippis later

"Incoming, Monkey," Wade's voice rang in her ear.

"Cable?" she asked hopefully.

"Nah. But I got you the next best thing."

She raised her head off her folded arms, watching as a very familiar face crawled around the corner in the vents. But it wasn't Cable.

"Axel!" she exclaimed, frowning as her ex continued army crawling towards her.

She got back on her comm. "Wade. WADE! I asked for Cable."

"Sorry to disappoint you," Axel replied, his voice on a slight delay in her ear as well.

"Why are you on my comm when you're right there?" she asked.

"Oh right. I kind of have everyone on the same channel. Or Bedlam did. I don't have admin access anymore," Wade replied.

She would facepalm, but she was kind of in an air vent, so she sighed heavily. "Who else is here?"

"Hiya Darce!" came Domino's bright greeting. "Cable's also here, but he's not talking. Typical."

"I would if I had something to say," was his terse reply. "Shatterstar's here too, pick on him instead."

"Only in spirit, I couldn't fit in Doppinder's cab," was the curt response.

She pressed her lips together in frustration. "Wade. I asked specifically for Cable."

"Zeitgeist is the next best thing."

Hardly. She turned her gaze to Axel's. She almost couldn't look at him. Pain bloomed right over her heart and she swallowed back the lump in her throat. This wasn't funny. This was raw and painful and the worst timing of ever for her to have to face him again.

"I don't mean to be rude," she began.

"Cable couldn't fit through the vents, so I'm here," Axel said sharply. "I'm pulling you out because I don't want you to get shot to pieces. Can we please put our personal shit to the side for the next half hour?"

"Yeah," she mumbled, embarrassed to be so perfectly called out for all the right reasons. This was work. Not some awkward night at Sister Margaret's where they caught each others' eyes and slunk to opposite tables, Darcy taking Cable and Domino, mostly because Cable was already sitting across the room from everyone else.

"Awesome," Axel said with a cool smirk.

"Aww, you guys…" Wade cooed on the comm. Both Darcy and Axel chose to ignore him, as did everyone else in the comm group chat

Axe switched to business mode immediately. Which Darcy was still in charge of her brain enough to admit was totally hot. "Follow me around the corner and they'll pull my cord, yank us both out slowly."

"How did they not hear you?" she asked.

"I crawled in over the laundry room. There was a load in the dryer so they couldn't hear me crawling. Won't have that luxury on the way back, so it's good they're dragging us." He shot her a quick smile that faded immediately. Almost like he'd forgotten for a second that they weren't in flirty banter mode.

"Heya Darce. Bedlam here…" The lower voice immediately shocked her until she remembered that they were all here. All of X-Force. Why Bedlam hadn't piped in during her impromptu roll call, she didn't know.

"Sure, what is it, B?" she asked, slowly moving around the corner.

"I'm out here on the roof with the pulley. Just letting you know that we gotta drag you slowly so the cord we attached to Axe won't snap."

"I'm not that heavy, am I?" Darcy joked.

"What? No! Not in the slightest, but this is a different sort of weight than it's used to. Just wanted to let ya know… … You're not big. You're not. Not what I meant."

Axel snickered a little, stopping when Darcy shot him a look. "What? You're not."

"It's fine, let's just get a move on, okay?" she replied.

A bead of sweat dripped down her forehead as she followed Axel around the corner. It was an awkward squeeze, but she finally made it.

"Okay. grab my hands," Axel said, holding both out in front of him.

"Just making sure, but… you're feeling alright, aren't you? You're not hungover, or nauseated, or claustrophobic or anything, are you?"

He shot her a look. "If I was, I wouldn't be doing this," he said. His tone taking on a much softer tone that called back to something Darcy wasn't ready to revisit just yet. The break up was too fresh.

She simply nodded tersely and held out both arms towards him. He gripped her gloved hands tightly

"We're ready," he said.

Slowly, they began to inch forward. Backward for Axel, but down the vent, regardless.

Bedlam had been right. It was slow. Achingly slow.

"D, you alright, baby?" Bedlam's voice came into her comm and she nodded before stopping herself and actually replying out loud.

"Doing fine. I don't weigh too much for the cord, do I?" she teased, even though her heart wasn't in it, what with being dragged slowly through the vent by her ex and all.

"Darcy… you know that's not what I meant. You're a good healthy weight." He paused before continuing, "We'll have both of ya outta there soon."

"Umm…" A decidedly more timid voice joined in. "Is there any way I can mute you guys?"

Axel frowned, tilting his head as he tried to recognize the voice. "Peter?"

Darcy groaned in protest. "Wade. Is Peter with you guys?" He had to stop bringing him to dangerous places like this.

"No, actually…" Wade replied.

"I'm at my nephew's bar mitzvah," Peter replied.

"Why do you have your comm with you?" Bedlam asked, sounding slightly perturbed.

"Well. After Darcy set it up for me, I didn't want to mess it up, so it just… pairs to my headset automatically…"

"Well, just unpair your headset," Darcy said. This was actually something she knew how to fix. "It should send the call back to the app on your phone, and you can disconnect."

"Oh great. Thank you!" Peter sounded relieved, so they all waited a few moments, Axe and herself slowly inching down the vent the whole while. A snail was probably faster.

"Uh oh…" Peter's voice sounded distinctly more echo-y. As did the background noise. Which very quickly became numerous groans of anguish.

"What is uh-oh?" Darcy asked.

"I might have… sent the group chat to the DJ's Bluetooth speakers…"

"Disconnect from the speakers," Darcy exclaimed. "Peter. Just disconnect from--"

At that moment, she and Axe stopped moving. Since they weren't moving fast to begin with, it wasn't jarring, but he grunted out a sound that vaguely registered to her as pain, so she abruptly snapped her attention to him.

"I'm caught on something," he said. "Stop pulling." He released her hands and slipped his arm down his side, rummaging around before ceasing all movement entirely. He exhaled loudly. "Shit."

"Language!" Peter chastised. "You're still on the DJ's Bluetooth… I'm so sorry, these are my coworkers… that last part was for the bar mitzvah guests," he explained. "But really, if you could all watch your language."

"We're kind of in deep doo-doo, here, Peter," Darcy hissed.

"Thank you. Just like that. Thanks, Darcy."

"For the love of--"

"It's my tact belt," Axel concluded, looking back at Darcy. "Something's snagged."

"Great. Take off the belt and we'll go," she said.

"Not that easy, I can't fit it through the loops with everything attached to it. I also can't reach where I'm snagged, so…"

She sighed. "So I need to? Is that what you're so eloquently refusing to ask me?"

He made some sort of movement that was probably supposed to be a shrug. "Well yes. I can't quite bend that way. You're smaller."

"You are," Bedlam piped in, happy to finally be able to save his ass from his combined weight statement before. "You're so much smaller and--"

"Shut it, both of you. Left or right?" she asked, nodding once when Axel jutted his head to the left.

Darcy let go of his hands, inching forward until she could hook her chin over his shoulder and reach down to where he was snagged. She couldn't see what she was doing, but she could definitely smell his cologne and aftershave and laundry detergent. It made her eyes water, but not in a 'jesus-christ-stop-wearing-so-much-product' kind of way. It was more of a triggered memory kind of thing, and she didn't like this in the slightest.

"Okay, I think I found where to unpair the speakers," Peter said.

"Glory be," she deadpanned. "I was waiting with bated breath."

She felt Axel snicker a little, but she didn't really want to think about him at all. She just wanted this to be over. And the sooner she could swear again, the better.

"Uh-oh. Again…" Peter lamented.

"What now?" Axel asked.

"Instead of unpairing, I think I hit the stream button. Now we've got video streaming on the digital projector on the stage…" Peter replied.

"Video of what, exactly?" Darcy asked.

"Zeitgeist's helmet has a cam on it," was Bedlam's response.

"So you're seeing what Axe is seeing?" Darcy asked. "Which is what? Dark tunnel?"

"Well, considering my head is on your shoulder, I'm looking down your backside…" Axel said.

"Turn your head immediately!" Darcy said, sliding her hand around to finally unhook whatever it was from his tact belt.

"I wasn't doing it on purpose," Axel said softly. "Promise."

"I don't care if you see it. This is just work, right?"

"Right," he said with a short nod.

"But Peter's nephew's bar mitzvah doesn't need to see it. Peter, turn off your phone and leave it off until you leave again."

"I'm so sorry, Darcy," Peter sounded sincere. He always did, but she couldn't be anything but terse right now.

"I know, babe. Just… turn it off completely, should unlink you from everything."

"Peter has left the chat," a robotic voice informed everyone.

She slid the items out of Axel's tact belt and into her hand. She scooted back and handed them to him. It looked like ninja stars, but knowing Axe, it was likely some kind of poisonous lethal weapon of some kind. Or else it was food disguised as a weapon. "Here. Put that somewhere else."

Waiting for them to start getting tugged again, she reached for his hands as they began to gently move down the vent once more.

Darcy avoided Axel's gaze until they reached the end and he slid out the vent and got out of her way. They were at the opposite end of the roof. There was a small drop, but nothing she couldn't handle if she was flipped around.

Which she wasn't, so she waffled, frowning a little until Axel reached up and plucked her from the vent and into his brief, but lingering embrace.

Bedlam was there, unhooking his cord/pulley system from Axel and the outside of the vent. He snapped the whole thing back into a small box and gestured to the side of the building. "We'll have to rappel down the side of the building there. Doppinder's got his cab waiting out front.

"Are you kidding? He's just idling out there? I thought he dropped everyone off!"

"The others are with him. Cable and Domino. Wade."

"So Domino's keeping everyone safe and Wade and Cable are just…" she trailed off.

"Superfluous, yes," replied Bedlam.

"Well, if Domino's there. It's a shame y'all didn't think to send her into the vent," Darcy joked. "She would have fit and maybe some of her luck would have rubbed off."

Bedlam shifted awkwardly, glanced over at Axel, and gestured to the side of the roof. "I'll set in the grappling hooks. T-minus two minutes."

Darcy watched him leave, frowning a little. "That was weird. I guess he's in a hurry?" she said, taking a step towards him, but stopping because Axel had grabbed her hand.

"Look, I might as well tell you. I volunteered to go in after you."

She frowned. "Why? It would have been easier if--"

"You know I'm a control freak. I wanted to know first hand that you were alright. I couldn't have just… sat down there in the cab and listened. Wade had to send me."

"I would have been fine--"

"I wanted to save you, okay?"

"You didn't save me. You assisted me."

He smirked. "Fine. I wanted to assist you…" He trailed off. "Long story short, I want to be the one you call when you need help, okay?"

"You kind of lost that perk when we decided I couldn't call you for anything else."

"We nothing. You decided that."

"Bull. You're the one who said you were dangerous," she countered. "Too dangerous, if I recall. That whole bullshit superhero excuse that is so old it should be called the Steve Rogers."

"I know what I said. I regret it and I'm sorry. But you were the one who ended things."

"Because you kept Steve Rogering me into non-committal booty-call purgatory! Do you know how many nights of sleep I've lost over you?"

"No, tell me. I'll make up for each one." He raised his eyebrows a little, his tone monotonous and droning.

She laughed. "Ass. You know I don't lose sleep for anything."

"But I understand the sentiment. I'm sorry if being my non-committed booty-call made you feel anything less than wonderful."

"This past month's been a whole lot less than wonderful, Axe."

"Look, I know. It's been hell for me too. I want to do this the right way. I want to be the one you call for everything. Doesn't matter what. You made too many cookies? Call me. You're lonely and you don't want to fall asleep alone, call me."

"What if I need tampons?"

"Call me," he said, chuckling a little.

"Um. Hi. Ms. Lewis? Mr… Geist? Just letting you know, you were talking way longer than two minutes," Doppinder said over the comm. "Not to interrupt, but the meter is running…"

"Oh my god," Darcy reached into her pocket, scrambling to disconnect from the app on her phone. Axel did the same, but everyone had already heard. "Doppinder's on the comm?"

"He's why Wade doesn't have admin privileges anymore," explained Axel. They both turned and ran towards a very impatient Bedlam.

They all three rappelled down the side of the building and made a break for Doppinder's cab. Slipping into the backseat, Axel squeezed between Bedlam and Cable. Darcy hopped into Domino's lap, her legs stretched out over everyone else's.

Wade reached for the handle beside his head as Doppinder peeled out and turned around.

Domino glanced over at Axel after a long quiet moment. "Will you pick up tampons for me, too?"

Axel shrugged. "Text me a picture, so I know which ones to get."

Darcy's mouth quirked up a little. She was so gonna kiss his brains out later.

Wait. She didn't have to be so PG, she could swear again...

Eh. You know what I mean.

#AcidTaser #Darcy Lewis #Zeitgeist #Darcy/Zeitgeist #dlaf2019 #Crack Challenge

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