Bun in the Oven - Clint/Darcy for letmebeasong

[tazedandconfused]

These cravings sucked. Especially when she could only satisfy part of them. She had the chili cheese pancakes with hot chocolate. They were fantastic tasting and each bite was made even more awesome by the fact that it was grossing out everyone else around her.

Tony Stark's faces had been especially epic.

But this was only satisfying the food craving. The other craving had to wait until Clint got home. Which should be soon? It had better be soon. She needed him for snuggles.

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[ibelieveinarrows]

There was a thing. Not quite a 'pull all the alarms, call all the Avengers' thing, but a might-be-HYDRA-related thing, so not a 'sit back and let local police handle it' thing either. And with Natasha off doing her own things at the moment, that left Clint and Steve drawing the straws to go save the... well, probably not world today, but couple of square blocks, at least. You could even be generous and say the city.

Not a big deal or anything, and between his skills and Cap's shield Clint doesn't even have a scratch on him, but it still took him out and away. Which is usually fine, they've never spent 100% of their time attached at the hip, but it turns out he's kind of a nervous dad-to-be. Who would've guessed?

So he doesn't even bother to hit the showers first before bee-lining to where JARVIS informs him that Darcy is waiting. He announces himself -- even though the building's probably done that already -- with a bright, "The hero's home, no autographs please," leaning over the back of her seat to wrap an arm around her and press a kiss to her cheek. "How're you feeling?"

[tazedandconfused]

She's just pulling him down and kissing him properly because she wants to. And she has needs. "We are content at the moment, though starting to wriggle more because they know that Daddy's home now. But I need you, mister."

Well needs him more after a shower because he stinks just a little. "Well I need you for snuggles after you shower."

[ibelieveinarrows]

He slides a hand down to her belly, saying hi to the wriggly one even as he nods his assent. "Fifteen minutes," he promises, taking one more kiss before not actually sprinting out, really, but... Something like it. (The Tower is ridiculously big, okay?)

And 15 minutes later, give or take one or two, he crouches down next to the couch, clean and slightly damp and grinning. "All clean. You need anything?"

Because once he sits, he's not detaching for at least the next ten, twenty minutes.

[tazedandconfused]

Darcy shook her head, "Just you, birdbrain. Come here. Come feel the baby bird's gymnastics." She's pulling him down on the couch so she can arrange him exactly how she wants so that snuggling can be had.

She's missed him okay? She always misses him when he's gone like this.