Own Nothing.

Prank:

Darcy stepped out into the living seething as her eyes traveled the room to find him. "Storm." Her voice of leveled and cold as she glared at the man across from her like he committed a serious crime

He and the other turned from the TV to see Darcy glaring at Johnny. Gasps and shocked raced through the room as Johnny himself laughed. "What's wrong Darcy?"

"What's wrong?" She asked him as she held up her leave in conditioner. "I'm blonde."

"Yea, I hear they have more fun." He stated.

Her eyes narrowed as she through the bottle at him, hitting him in the face with deadly accuracy. "I donate my hair you asshole. I can't donate it now."

His eyes widened in shock. "I didn't know Darcy, I just wanted to liven you up a little."

"You want me to liven up?" She asked him. "Fine, then it's on." She crossed her arms over her chest. "I hope you've written out your last will and testament, because you're going to need it." She warned him as she walked out of the room.

Johnny's eyes followed her as she left before turning to the others. "Like she could do any real damage."

Tony snorted and turned back to the TV. "So what kind of flowers do you want at your funeral?" He asked.

It was a week before Darcy struck, and if Johnny didn't know any better, he would've thought she had cooled off. Because she was acting as if nothing ever happened, like she wasn't angry after Pepper had gotten Darcy into the best hair stylist to fix her air before the day was even over as she refused to live as a blonde for another day. She even smiled at him in the hallway as they passed each other, so he figured he was in the clear.

But oh was he wrong, he couldn't believe that he was stupid enough to believe that she wasn't mad at him anymore. Darcy had schedule a photo shoot for the Avengers, to help promote them more the to American people. The photo shoot was to show American's how similar the Avengers were to everyone else in the sense of favorite past times or habits.

Johnny, being his normal self was enjoying it. He just wished the he could've figured out that the photo shoot, that the other Avengers weren't even at, was fake. A week later the photos of him were released by an anonymous source from the ad company to show that Johnny Storm was the new face for the 'clap'. Calls from concerned ex-girlfriends and the looks he got off the street made him wish that he never pranked Darcy Lewis before. He never felt more humiliated than having to explain to Director Fury that he wasn't spreading a sexual transmitted disease and that yes, he would agree to have medical clear him so the women of the public could rest easily.

An hour after he returned from medical and Pepper releasing a statement on his behalf debunking the STD campaign against him, he found himself in front of Evil Genius of the whole thing. He stopped in front of her and gave her a bow. "I know when I am defeated and I'm sorry."

"Damn straight you are." She stated, smiling at him. "Bitch, you don't play against me."

He snorted and scratched the back of his head. "I know that now."

"Good. Now let's go prank Clint." She grabbed his hand and tugged him along behind her.

He smiled as he walked with her; Darcy Lewis was a woman after his own heart.