The Semi-Sassy Soulmates of Darcy Lewis Chapter Six: It starts out really Not Okay but it gets better sorry (or, 'Ring Ring, Trust Gone Missing')

Song: Alarm by Anne-Marie

Pairing: Darcy/Tony (for this, we're just going to image Tony is younger than he is canonically, k?)

Tony Stark had a reputation.

He knew it; he knew everybody else knew it, too.

But when that beautiful girl with the chocolate brown curls and the cherry lips spoke his soulwords, he meant to keep her.

And the next morning he woke up with her beside him, sprawled out over his bed (his bed, not a guestroom - not like the others).

His might've panicked a bit, run down to his workshop and locked himself in for a few hours. (It was 4 AM, she probably wouldn't wake up for another four hours, right?) And then,

He fell asleep.

By the time he woke up, it was 10, and she was gone.

"Where is she, Pepper?"

"You told me to send them on their way!"

"Not her!"

"Why? What's so special about her?"

"She's my-"

Soulmate.

Oh, god. He had lost his soulmate.

She was walking around out there, thinking he didn't want her, dropped her like she wasn't worth the gum on the bottom of his shoe.

And he had no way to find her. No name, no face, just the faintest memory of red lips, apple scented hair, the whisper of his soulwords-

She was gone.

And a week later, so was he.

When the shooting started and the bomb went off, his last thought was that he was going to die and let his soulmate down again.

At least she'd be free of him, then.

And yet, he woke up.

During the captivity, all he could think about was getting back to her. Making the arc reactor, the Iron Man armor, it was all for her.

When Yinsen asked him about his family-

A man who has everything, and nothing.

Then Yinsen died, Tony escaped, and when he got back home, he set JARVIS on the search.

He searched the entire country - all women under 30, over 20.

Brunettes.

Pale Skin.

Strawberry shampoo.

Narrower.

Narrower.

NARROWER.

Until eventually - three sleepless nights and enough coffee to give an elephant a heart attack later - he found her.

Darcy Lewis.

ooooo

Tony Stark had a reputation.

He was an arms-dealer, the "merchant of death".

He picked up girls and dumped them in the same breath.

Darcy didn't mean to fall into bed, love, anything with him to be honest.

But he was pretty much irresistable to a normal woman, even without the added attraction of soulmates.

Yeah, that's right. Tony Stark was Darcy Lewis's soulmate.

She knew she shouldn't expect much - he was a player after all - but it sent a sharp pain through her chest when she woke up alone the next morning, Miss Potts shoo-ing her out of the house.

So a heart-hurt Darcy put all the thoughts of Tony Stark out of her mind, moved in to her new apartment in New York City, and promised herself she wouldn't get hurt by him again.

And then, a week later, he went missing.

Three months of checking her mark for that (terrifying) white line through her soulmark.

Three months of feeling sick to her stomach with worry.

Three months of nightmares about burning sand and drowning.

Three months- and then there was a knock on her door.

Suddenly, somehow, she was on a private jet to Malibu, the object of her ire sitting in the luxury leather seat across from her.

"You're still not talking to me?"

"Nope."

"Not even a little?"

"Nope."

"It was just a misunderstanding."

"Nope."

"Darcy-"

And they lived happily ever after (she forgave him... eventually) and Darcy Lewis-Stark never put up with his BS, no matter how much it amused her.

(It amused her a lot.)

Look, another chapter! Sorry for the long wait, I just got kinda demotivated after losing so many followers after posting the last chapter. Anyway, my dearest sister helped motivated me to post this chapter (thankfully, or else this story probably would've ended up abandoned).

So, here's an extra long chappie as an apology for the wait! The next chapter might take a while, too, because of how big my workload is this year. Sorry, guys!

XOXO, Ghostie