The Last of The American Girls (Steve/Darcy)
Everything about her was different
If this what American women were like now a days, he didn’t know if he liked it but he liked her.
She wore some strange things, like a rubber coat for no reason.
“You never know. At any time it could rain acid and I mean hydrochloric. At least 6 molar. Things have changed”
She does a lot of humanitarian things, striking for those who didn’t have and even those who deserved to have or weren’t treated right.
“There’s no reason for them to be targeted because of how they look. It not their fault. Its biological and it shouldn’t even be a social stereotype in the beginning.”
She didn’t want to make more than she needed.
“Why do I need a paycheck like that? I’m living here for free. That’s enough” She just wanted to survive and make the world better.
She gave Tony hell about his capitalist agenda.
“Just saying, maybe make sure all this money you’re donating is actually helping people not just giving them a pat on the back and a fucking TV they can’t even use because they can’t pay for electricity.”
That was Darcy Lewis
She seemed to have a soft spot for the bad boy, Clint, Bucky, and even Loki.
“There’s always a reason. People don’t become bad like that or even dip that way for fun. It hurts along the way. Oprah taught me that”
She always told Steve that the America he stood for wasn’t what was going on outside anymore.
“This isn’t the 40s anymore where the most pressing matter is food. There are people dying, on American soil and off because of what the conservative who back you preach. Don’t be the face of killing little black kids or little brown kids for looking different and being different.”
Sam had particularly liked that one
That was an American Girl.
She fought for what she believe in, she fought for others, and she fought for herself.
“I need feminism because if that delivery boy looks at my boobs one more time. I’m going to stare at his junk, squint then laugh and point. See how he feels”
She wouldn’t take your shit or anyone else’s. And sometime seeing her strut in those combat boots with a skirt with her makeup, which she wore like war pain, graffiti that described her. He felt himself swoop. She was real, she was enough,
That was the last real girl out there, He had to try with her and the challenge was amazing.
But if he heard her saw girl instead of woman, he wouldn’t hear the end of it.