Take Me To Church (Tony/Darcy)
They said she was bad for him, everyone disapproved. The media would always spin little tales but they only picked at the parts of Darcy they could see and Tony’s past. Good thing she didn’t care and he knew what he had.
She was young, he was old but he was perfect for her. She humorous all the time, giggling at the most morbid things or the cutest, oddest things like a goat licking the side of mountain. He should have long ago scooped her up. If there was a God, he sent Darcy Lewis to Tony Stark
She didn’t care that he was broken. He didn’t care that she was demanding.
His mother would be proud and scandalized. She made him want to go back to church, even if it was just to worship her. He’d do whatever to see her smile, show his weakness to get her comfort and kisses.
She was a goddess and she was as merciful as she was vengeful. She took him off his high horse with jut a stare, made him human so that he could indulge in the pleasures that any man should. A beautiful body, a beautiful mind, a beautiful woman.
There was no sweeter innocence then the gaze they shared, the sin they committed together.
He was only weak around her, only with her. Forever her.
So to God he had to say, for sending her to him, like an angel especially mad for him.
Amen.