All things being equal, I'd rather be in Philadelphia by meinterrupted (R)

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I guess it's time for me to turn in the keys to the quinjet, but I hope you've enjoyed the stories as much as I've enjoyed recommending them!

Fandom: AVENGERS
Pairing: gen, with some Steve/Darcy UST in the background (the R is for violence)
Length: 8871 words
Author on LJ: meinterrupted
Author Website: at AO3
Why this must be read:

I didn't want to end on a sad note with the beautiful but tragic vid, so for my last rec of the month, have a story where Darcy is awesome! As the title suggests, this is Darcy Does Die Hard. She goes to the bank on her lunch hour and ends up in the middle of a hostage situation, and even though she didn't sign up to be a hero, she still gets the job done when it's necessary.

Darcy was going to change banks, goddamnit.

For two weeks she'd been playing phone tag with the call center about a totally bogus insufficient funds charge on her last statement. Everyone she talked to "didn't have access to that" or was "not authorized to remove that fee, Ms. Lewis," and she was sick of it. She worked for Agent Phil Coulson, paperwork ninja, and spent every Thursday night watching movies with Natasha Romanoff, an honest-to-god Soviet spy (okay, former Soviet spy), and Steve Rogers, the world's first superhero; by god, she could intimidate some lowly bank teller into wiping a measly $50 overdraft fee off her account.

So here she was, wasting her lunch hour standing in line at the Bank of America branch just a few blocks from SHIELD Central. Apparently, she wasn't the only New Yorker with the same idea; the line was long and moving slowly. She checked her watch and groaned. Her lunch break was almost half over, she needed at least fifteen minutes to walk back to the office, and she still hadn't eaten. Maybe she should call Agent Coulson, and see if she could be late--

"Everyone on the ground, this is a robbery!"

Like the rest of the patrons, Darcy hit the floor at the sound of gunfire. Four men, dressed in black fatigues and ski masks, stood just inside the doors. Two held automatic weapons pointed at the patrons, who were all scrambling toward the walls, while the other two jogged around the room, closing the blinds and disabling the cameras. As soon as they'd finished that task, another pair of men entered, each carrying two bulky bags. She'd spent enough time around military and former military in the past year to recognize the precision and economy of movement; these guys weren't amateurs.

Son of a motherfucking bitch.

As soon as she got out of this, Darcy was definitely changing banks.

All things being equal, I'd rather be in Philadelphia by meinterrupted

Please let the author know if you enjoy the story!

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