Excuse me, Marvel?
Yes hi. Big fan. Really. But um, could you maybe, you know:
- Black Widow put her in everything okay
- More Falcon even if it’s like he shows up and eats pizza and tells everyone to believe in themselves
- Like a lot of Hawkeye movies at least four Hawkeye movies
- Take care of Chris Evans he’s special to me
- Bucky okay like let him cry on screen that’d be nice please
Hey, fandom, where’s the Darcy Lewis/Sam Wilson interaction?
They meet at Avengers Tower, Darcy tells him she tased Thor, Sam tells her he blew up a helicarrier. They talk about the hunt for the Winter Soldier and Sam says they’re up all night to get Bucky. They trade playlists and Darcy mentions that if you leave your ipod unattended in the main living room Stark will steal it and upgrade the memory. They narrate sparring matches and movies like they’re on MSTK3. They bake cakes and pies at eight in the morning because it’s a free country and they can. They mock Steve whenever he has to go undercover because god have you seen those glasses and skinny jeans? Darcy, give him one of your scarves, it’ll complete the look - come here, Captain Hipster! They start an official Avengers twitter that’s 50% one liners and 50% bird calls. Darcy lays in wait along Steve and Sam’s jogging route and shoots Steve with a Nerf dart every time he overtakes Sam.
Sam and Darcy would be an awful lot of fun together is what I’m saying.
I don’t think anyone understands the urgent need I have for a Cap 2/Elementary crossover with joggingbuddies!Sam and Joan
No, seriously. They’ve taken the same route for years, mainly making small talk over warm-up and leg stretches, just appreciating each others company and taking it for granted.
But then Joan leaves medicine and her old apartment and Sam is shipped to Afghanistan and both just drop out of each other’s lives because no one ever thought of exchanging contact info.
Until the search for Bucky leads Sam and Steve to New York and they lay low for a while, and Sam bumps into Joan again. They spend a few days catching up, and Joan talks about going from sober companion to consulting detective, Sam talks about being a councillor, about how exhausting but rewarding it is. And they both talk about loss, and no on really talks about what it is that drove them into care, about the need to repent, but maybe they don’t have to.
So of course Joan invites them both over to the Brownstone and Sherlock is beaming like it’s Christmas morning because case, Watson! Case! And who would better suited to help catch a Soviet ex-assasin than the best consulting detective in the world, right?
Except, no, fuck this, crime solving is one thing, but this is a brainwashed amnesiac ex-assassin with a metal arm they’re talking about and it’s going to lead to explosions so Joan politely sends the two on their way with a lead to Europe, her patriotism be damned.
oh, and next time Sherlock brings him an unusual pet from the case, like a cobra or a cockatoo or something, Joan can’t retort with anything because Watson, may I remind you that you brought home Captain America from your morning jog.