daily december #12 - Darcy Lewis and the holidays
A Darcy Lewis' life hack on visiting relatives, and their intersect with one's everyday life (for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alphaflyer)
So, I find myself always head-canoning Darcy as coming from practically no family. I'm not sure why, exactly, because I have read and adored her with a loving, stable family (cf,![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
musesfool's Even A Miracle Needs A Hand, which is adorable w/o being at all twee.) When I try to write her though, she always ends up coming from a place where it's just her and a parent/grandparent. Loving, but small and not big on the holidays. But, I think she's super-excited when her family comes to visit (even if she tries to play it low-key) and pokes and prods Jane to keep things neatened up. Jane (who I'm also head-canoning as not coming from a big family (just the Dad who knew/worked with Selvig and the Mom who's apartment they were conveniently working out of in England)) barely notices the holidays, so Darcy is mostly working straight through, but she is big on making sure there are lots of breafast-y things in the trailer (fry bread in the oven if they're in NM/bagels and all the trimmings if she and Jane ever really do end up at Stark Industries in NY/proper British breakfast fixings--with beans, because she thinks that's a riot, baked beans for breakfast--for when they're in London.) And she has the best of intentions, but she's tired and crabby after all day at the lab with Jane/the night before out starwatching, so she ends up just buying takeout on the way home and sitting on the floor and letting said parent/grandparent pet her hair while she babbles more than she'd meant to about the work that she's helping Jane do. And the next day, she takes them to the lab and shows them around and Jane blinks at them for a few seconds before diving back into work.
So, maybe not so much hacks as just dragging them along into her life?
Also, I tend to lean toward her being Jewish (mostly because Kat Dennings is and there's no indication of anything in actual canon, so hey, why not?) I have this great scene in my head of Darcy bringing Clint home for Hanukkah to where her widowed father (who is much older, as he had Darcy late in life) has retired in Florida, a modest little ranch in Sarasota or Clearwater or Winter Garden.) Clint is mildly freaking out, as a) what the hell does know about family; b) whatever he knows about family is more than he knows about Hanukkah; c) he's really not looking forward to explaining exactly how he ended up in a relationship with someone so much younger than him to said younger person's father. And Darcy's all grumpy because she knows they're in for an earful, because she didn't come home for the High Holy Days and Hanukkah is a lame second to that (but there was the little matter of the Convergence and she really really couldn't just take vacation at that point.) Plus, there's the issue of the unfinished degree (which, she explains to Clint, doesn't make her father mad at her, just disappointed in her priorities, which Clint decides is waaaaay worse than getting glowered at for being too old for the guy's daughter.) So, yeah, they're both a little on edge when they pull up to the house. Of course, all the worry is for naught (fluffy, I know, but bear with me, I don't need tense family holidays in my fic, I get enough of them in RL), as Darcy's Pop has set up a mini-kitchen in the carport with a couple of card tables and an electric skillet or two, as frying appropriate numbers of latkes inside gets too hot (plus, then the whole house smells like frying oil and that's no good for the morning after.) Clint is all for food, in whatever form, and Darcy has been running around after Jane, so she hasn't seen proper, homemade latkes for forever, so they don't even make it into the house, just dump their bags right inside the carport door and sit and eat. Clint agrees with Pop that Darcy needs to finish the last class she needs for her degree and Darcy sighs and says she's working on it but the world keeps ending and she's been distracted, okay? They eat enough that Clint has to lie down right there on the ground and groan a little while Darcy goes and gets the menorah and then Clint really freaks out because there's a gift for him, too, and it's a hundred dollar bill, and from what he can tell, there are a bunch more of the little rolls and he's assuming it's more of the same. Pop tells him it's so Clint can take his daughter out for a nice dinner, as he's heard London is pretty pricey and he knows his Darcy isn't the type to just eat rabbit food. Darcy rolls her eyes and points out that she can buy her own dinners, thanks, but fine, she's not going to turn down an expense account, and everything is all good, until Clint completely freaks out about having sex in her father's house and they have to work something else out because Darcy is not abstaining for the whole freaking week, but that's another story. :D
okay, so that really went off on a wild tangent, whoops?
alphaflyer)So, I find myself always head-canoning Darcy as coming from practically no family. I'm not sure why, exactly, because I have read and adored her with a loving, stable family (cf,
musesfool's Even A Miracle Needs A Hand, which is adorable w/o being at all twee.) When I try to write her though, she always ends up coming from a place where it's just her and a parent/grandparent. Loving, but small and not big on the holidays. But, I think she's super-excited when her family comes to visit (even if she tries to play it low-key) and pokes and prods Jane to keep things neatened up. Jane (who I'm also head-canoning as not coming from a big family (just the Dad who knew/worked with Selvig and the Mom who's apartment they were conveniently working out of in England)) barely notices the holidays, so Darcy is mostly working straight through, but she is big on making sure there are lots of breafast-y things in the trailer (fry bread in the oven if they're in NM/bagels and all the trimmings if she and Jane ever really do end up at Stark Industries in NY/proper British breakfast fixings--with beans, because she thinks that's a riot, baked beans for breakfast--for when they're in London.) And she has the best of intentions, but she's tired and crabby after all day at the lab with Jane/the night before out starwatching, so she ends up just buying takeout on the way home and sitting on the floor and letting said parent/grandparent pet her hair while she babbles more than she'd meant to about the work that she's helping Jane do. And the next day, she takes them to the lab and shows them around and Jane blinks at them for a few seconds before diving back into work. So, maybe not so much hacks as just dragging them along into her life?
Also, I tend to lean toward her being Jewish (mostly because Kat Dennings is and there's no indication of anything in actual canon, so hey, why not?) I have this great scene in my head of Darcy bringing Clint home for Hanukkah to where her widowed father (who is much older, as he had Darcy late in life) has retired in Florida, a modest little ranch in Sarasota or Clearwater or Winter Garden.) Clint is mildly freaking out, as a) what the hell does know about family; b) whatever he knows about family is more than he knows about Hanukkah; c) he's really not looking forward to explaining exactly how he ended up in a relationship with someone so much younger than him to said younger person's father. And Darcy's all grumpy because she knows they're in for an earful, because she didn't come home for the High Holy Days and Hanukkah is a lame second to that (but there was the little matter of the Convergence and she really really couldn't just take vacation at that point.) Plus, there's the issue of the unfinished degree (which, she explains to Clint, doesn't make her father mad at her, just disappointed in her priorities, which Clint decides is waaaaay worse than getting glowered at for being too old for the guy's daughter.) So, yeah, they're both a little on edge when they pull up to the house. Of course, all the worry is for naught (fluffy, I know, but bear with me, I don't need tense family holidays in my fic, I get enough of them in RL), as Darcy's Pop has set up a mini-kitchen in the carport with a couple of card tables and an electric skillet or two, as frying appropriate numbers of latkes inside gets too hot (plus, then the whole house smells like frying oil and that's no good for the morning after.) Clint is all for food, in whatever form, and Darcy has been running around after Jane, so she hasn't seen proper, homemade latkes for forever, so they don't even make it into the house, just dump their bags right inside the carport door and sit and eat. Clint agrees with Pop that Darcy needs to finish the last class she needs for her degree and Darcy sighs and says she's working on it but the world keeps ending and she's been distracted, okay? They eat enough that Clint has to lie down right there on the ground and groan a little while Darcy goes and gets the menorah and then Clint really freaks out because there's a gift for him, too, and it's a hundred dollar bill, and from what he can tell, there are a bunch more of the little rolls and he's assuming it's more of the same. Pop tells him it's so Clint can take his daughter out for a nice dinner, as he's heard London is pretty pricey and he knows his Darcy isn't the type to just eat rabbit food. Darcy rolls her eyes and points out that she can buy her own dinners, thanks, but fine, she's not going to turn down an expense account, and everything is all good, until Clint completely freaks out about having sex in her father's house and they have to work something else out because Darcy is not abstaining for the whole freaking week, but that's another story. :D
okay, so that really went off on a wild tangent, whoops?
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
(Plus, I hope they found a motel nearby, and do feel free to write that story...)
no subject