Imagine: Darcy Walking In On You Dancing In The Kitchen

Imagine: Darcy walking in on you dancing in the kitchen

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Galway Girl blasted through your earbuds as you held your phone and jumped effortlessly around the room to the tune of the song. Singing off-key and mumbling the words you didn't know, you danced your way over to the fridge and grabbed a water bottle. You turned around and slammed the door once the beat dropped and pretended to use the bottle of water as a microphone for a couple of seconds. Your loose T-shirt bounced with your terrible rhythm. 

Turning up the volume, you mouthed the words and danced sloppily around the kitchen. The song changed to one that didn't fit in with the mood you were in at the moment. So, you placed the water bottle on the counter and searched your playlist for a different one. 

That's when a little giggle was heard throughout the room. You froze in your spot, the annoying song being paused as you gulped audibly in embarrassment.

You looked up to see your girlfriend of approximately one month holding a hand to her pink-tinted face. Gosh, how much more adorable it would've been if you didn't just make a huge fool out of yourself. 

"Hey…" you dragged out your words along with one of your earbuds. "Hey," she just smiled playfully at you, like you didn't actually just ruin your entire reputation of being the tough Sword agent. 

"How much did you happen to see?" You sheepishly asked, the smile on your face telling its own story. "Everything." She tilted her head as she made her way across the room to you.

Being on the other side of the counter, you dropped your face into your hands and mumbled something incoherent. "I'm sorry what was that?" Darcy giggled again, her hands sliding their way up your bare arms, tickling you slightly. "That was embarrassing," you looked back up at her, hands covering your mouth like a mask. 

She ran her hands up to cup your face gently. "I thought it was adorable," You sighed and clasped your hands with hers, making your way around the rest of the kitchen counter.

You looked into each other's eyes for a moment before you both burst out into laughter. 

Your noses pressed against each other as you classed lips. It was childish and small but the butterflies in her stomach wouldn't leave so it didn't matter.

Foreheads pressed against each other like your noses previously were, you leant in for another small kiss. This one was more soft and meaningful than the last. You felt Darcy smile and couldn't help but giggle back, both your grin plastered faces crashing into each other as an attempt for a third kiss. 

You both finally pulled away from that silly excuse of a make-out session, Darcy's head burrowing into the crook of your neck. Her red lipstick probably stained more than just your lips now, but you didn't care. 

Maybe now would be a good time for that slow song you weren't in the mood for earlier.

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Peter wiped his bleeding nose, the blood dripping past his lips down his chin and onto the broken ground. Looking up, he mentally winced at the blade tip pointing in his detection. 

He tried backing up, but his fragile legs couldn't handle holding the rest of his aching body. 

It was cold. Everything was being enclosed in black spots. It felt as if he was underwater.

"NO!" Happy held back tears as well as a struggling Michelle. "No! No, no, no, NO!" Harold grasped Mj by the waist and attempted to pull her back. Failing, Michelle and her sobs ran up towards Peter, the entity that previously stabbed him disappearing.

Michelle threw herself onto Peter, cradling his cold, bloodied face. 

"Please, please, please, no… Peter? Peter, please… c'mon," She sniffed, watching her tears hit his face. 

Watching her tears diluting his blood. 

She refused to let go. She wasn't losing Peter too. She wasn't losing anyone. She couldn't.

It was unfair. Peter was a sixteen year old, he's been through everything. He hasn't even gotten to live out his teenage years.

THIS IS SO SAD STOP.

Darcy’s noodles 😞😞

No trespassing or Wanda will kick you half way across New Jersey

Clint: [Slowly scoots to the other side of the couch]

Tony: did you know that when spiders mate, the female usually eats the male

Natasha:

Natasha: I was aware in grade 8.

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