I Have Some Secrets No One Should Know.
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darcywho:

inheritorofmemories:

“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?”

“It was like feeding a bird, really,” she explains. “Especially since she kinda flitted all over like one.” Darcy shrugs and laughs slightly. “Pop-Tarts just stuck, I think part of it was just because they were convenient. Now they’re like, a staple of her diet, I swear.” 

Darcy chews her lip at that. She can hear the bitterness in the red head’s voice and figures she knows something about what Darcy’s talking about if that’s the reaction to it. “The chasing not so much,” she admits honestly. “The racing around in the desert part was definitely something I’d do again, though.” 

It’s quite a unique description of Jane Foster, and Natasha can’t help but laugh. “They are delicious, I’ve got to admit. A friend of mine got me addicted.”

Running her hand through her hair - she desperately needs it cut, it’s far too long for field work - she looks back at Darcy at the honesty in her words. “Sounds like fun. I always did have a thing for driving too fast, and I’m on the verge of losing my license in the city.” Well, one of them, under one of her many pseudonyms.