Author's Note: Here are some Darcy-centric AU's because I can't, FOR THE LIFE OF ME, stay focused on any story ideas of mine. At least with these I can do quick little ONE-SHOTS and I'm done with it.
As the summary states, all of these are neighbor AU's. Each chapter is a different scenario/it's own mini-story. Some will have Darcy living in a nice little suburb and others will have her living in an apartment building or whatever. In some chapters, Darcy will know some of the Marvel characters/will already be friends with them, and in other chapters she will have no idea who any of them are. Sound good? Good.
Prompt: I just found out that you're the asshole who has been stealing my coupons from the Sunday newspaper every week and I am going to make. you. PAY! AU
Characters: Pre-Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanova, Jane Foster, Maria Hill
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Darcy's trudging up the stairs of her building to the eighth floor, shoes in hand and wearing borrowed pajamas from Natasha's on-again/off-again boyfriend Clint. Ladies night had been one for the books and instead of drunkenly heading back home to her place at four in the morning, she had crashed with the other drunk ladies at Natasha's house.
Thankfully the rather intimidating redhead made her, Jane and Maria chug water before they had passed out, so the worst of their hangovers didn't make an appearance. However, trudging up the stairs because the elevator was down for maintenance, even with a non-sickening hangover, was still pretty killer.
The dark metal door with a white painted eight on it has never looked so heavenly and Darcy pushes through it with a content sigh. She passes a couple of doors before taking a right at the end of the hall and after passing yet another couple of doors, she stumbles to a halt. Brow furrowing, Darcy watches a figure crouched right next to her door.
"Hey!" She only has a moment of satisfaction as the creep jerks and bangs his elbow on the wall, her smug grin falling the second she lays on his face. He's actually kind of cute, even in sweaty workout clothes and dark hair pulled back into a knot at the back of his head, but the now crumpled papers in his hands remind her not to go all.. gooey at the sight of a pretty smile. Blue eyes stare up at her as she steps forward with determination in each step and the scruff covering his very chiseled jaw is quite distracting, but still.. "So you're the asshole who has been stealing my coupons from the Sunday newspaper every week."
He blinks once.. and then twice, and his smile turns rather rakish. "Now, sweetheart, this is not what it looks like," he says.
She gulps and strengthens her resolve. Do not fall for a pretty face. Do not fall for a pretty face! "Yeah, well, try saying that again when said coupons are not clenched tight in hand." Both of them do a double take to said hand and Darcy mentally scolds herself for not noticing something pretty significant about the hand holding her coupons. "A pretty sweet, metal hand, but still your hand nonetheless!" She babbles. He immediately drops the paper with a sheepish grin and tries to hide his arm behind him, and Darcy immediately feels bad for pointing out the prosthetic. But then she remembers about her coupons and closes the rest of the distance between them, she then fishing out a small key from her pocket to jab it in it's keyhole. "I don't know who you are, but I will find you," she says and he snorts after the words register with him, "and I will make. you. pay!"
