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darcywho:

inheritorofmemories:

Natasha laughs, cradling her glass as she looks over at Darcy. “If I hear the justification of ‘science’ once more, I think I’ll punch whoever’s giving it,” she smiles, although she’s not even slightly joking. Given how often Stark uses it, she’s more than willing to use force to prevent it again.

“Do you ever miss it? The storm chasing?”

“Yes! Exactly!” Darcy agrees wholeheartedly. While she was known for using her Taser, she had one hell of a right hook—it was everything else she wasn’t so great at. “Although, I think I discovered that the key to my particular New Mexico Boss Lady was Pop-Tarts, hence the outrage at the prices here.” She laughs slightly. 

“Mm, I think I miss the fact that I could see the stars more than anything else. I mean, don’t get me wrong, the storm chasing was fun, especially since I was racing around in the desert with no speed limit to stop me, but,” she pauses, “I think I just miss the openness of the desert more than anything else. New York’s great but it’s…New York.” 

“Pop-Tarts?” Natasha asks, tilting her head slightly. “Not exactly your traditional boss-bribing material. How’d you figure that one out?” As someone who’s watched Thor devour more of the snacks than anyone should be able to stomach as a result of Jane’s addiction, she can’t help but tease a little. It’s also more than a little fun to watch Darcy lie.

She considers the explanation, taking a sip from her glass as she curls tighter on the sofa. “Yeah. City of Dreams.” She can’t keep the slight bitterness from her voice, not when she’s this tired and with a bit of alcohol inside of her. She misses the openness of the small town she was allowed such a short time in growing up - something she ordinarily doesn’t allow herself. “Would you go back to it? The chasing?”