Note: um, yeah. At the end Darcy is in denial, which is why she's talking about Mjolnir like they are separate entities, which they sorta are. This is completely unchecked, so I am so sorry for my grammar mistakes, I'm positive there are like 40 really obvious ones. So yeah. Basically. This is the kinda post-avengers 1, in a weird in-between thing.
A soulmate, by definition is a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner. Darcy Lewis was twenty years old when a Norse God falls out of the sky, and started macking on her boss.
Now, Darcy wasn't really adept at identifying potential and/or decent romantic partners for herself or others, but she was pretty sure that Thor and Jane are the closest thing to a match made in whatever metaphorical heaven (or just Asgard?) crocked up at the beginning of everything.
She was also pretty sure that whatever budding romance they had was fizzling out-and honestly, she felt really bad. But at the same time, she was a little more baffled than anything. Jane and Thor were sorta perfect together. So, with that marvelous mindset, she made her way over to Jane, tripping on a chord.
She does this whole stumble-y bit, failing slightly before she latched onto Mew-Mew in an attempt to stop herself from falling. The scene that followed is the kinda thing that gets replayed on a constant loop at family gatherings afterwords, and Darcy's pretty sure Thor was choking on his saliva.
Mew-Mew flew back with her, doing absolutely nothing to stop her fall, and really who'd've thunk it, overzealous city girl Darcy Lewis, only other person able to lift the mighty Thor's weapon of choice, and they proceeded to fly into the conveniently placed spirally blue portal thing, plopping out the other side.
Only Mew-Mew was gone and Darcy was laying on her ass. She stood, adjusting her beanie and trying to appear mildly collected or whatever.
She puffed out her chest, ignoring the bizarro look she got from every S.H.E.I.L.D Agent in the room. "I'm good," she proclaimed as Jane essentially materializing next to her with Thor and Doctor Banner in tow.
She blinked as Banner pointed a menacing looking thing in her direction. "She's okay." he said, like it's a bad thing.
"What?!" Jane demanded, turning her eyes on the weird device.
Darcy scowled, pushing Jane's worried hands away. "I'm fine," she insisted. She turned a wary eye on Thor, "Sorry about Mew-Mew big guy."/
Thor waved her off, "I can just summon-"
Jane cut him off in her haste, finally seeming to have collected herself, "How are you still alive, Darcy?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, watching as Thor held his hand out in front of the portal.
Her stomach lurched forward suddenly, and she did her best to ignore the sensation as Jane continued babbling.
"The portal breaks down the molecular structure of things, you should be vaporized or at the very least-"
Darcy flew forward suddenly, straight into Thor. They collided violently, Darcy's face connecting his chest with enough force to break something (somehow she walked away, but that wasn't something she felt like dwelling on). They realed back from each other, baffled. Thor reached out to steady her, the moment his hand made contact with her arm, Darcy felt her skin shift and her body contort.
Thor dropped her almost instantly in his shock, and Darcy began panicking, the floor caving in under her newfound weight.
She screamed until suddenly, things are back to normal and the ship isn't falling under her and she was herself again.
"What the hell was that?!" she screamed, completely overlapping Thor's outcry of confusion.
The room was deathly quiet, nobody daring to speak. Jane's face began to turn purple, Banner's eyes wide and terrified, while Thor himself looked about as baffled as Darcy felt.
"Sorry," said Darcy after a few minutes of silence from the room. "I'll just uh, let you explain why I'm now apparently a fucking hammer."
She dropped her arm casually, her eyes pinned on Jane. She rocked back on her heels, trying to act like she didn't notice Jane's somewhat devastated expression.
Darcy wasn't sure what this meant, but she was pretty sure that it wasn't exactly the best thing that could've happened.
Banner began explaining, and Fury was called. Things were pushed in her face and her blood was taken for samples aemnd it was all too much.
"I'm gonna leave immediately and get some bagels," she said quickly, reaching into her pocket and fingering the twenty she'd shoved in earlier. "I'll get you some Poptarts, Jane."
She left before anything else could be said, pushing past the agents by the door. Fury or someone probably just said 'fuck it' or had a bunch of agents tailing her. She'd bet her left tit it was the latter.
She's almost to her car when Thor pretty much appeared. Darcy gave a startled scream, jumping back and doing some pseudo-Kung fu gesture that means nothing to both of them. Thor cracked a half smile.
"Lady Darcy," he began, his voice unsure and deep enough to make Darcy wish she was actually deaf or something so she wouldn't have a semi-permanent blush on her face.
"Yeah," the way she said it is weird, and she makes a face at the sultry tone she seemed to have taken on. Clearing her throat, she tried again. "Y-Yeah?"
"Mjolnir-" reflexively, Darcy cut him off.
"Mew-Mew."
Thor blinked. "I am sorry?"
"Mew-Mew," Darcy annunciated. "I think she likes, it better then Mo-jol-neer."
Thor gave her a weird look, and she hastened to correct herself, "Okay, so maybe she doesn't like Mew-Mew, but it's better then my butchering of the actual name."
Thor looked like he really considered questioning her train of thought, but appeared to think better of it. "I would like to go with you to see this Midgardian marketplace."
Darcy nodded slowly. "Is this about the fact that I can apparently turn into Mew-Mew?Because I'm pretty sure that was just a fluke and you could probably even try and summon her or something and nothing would happen. With me. She'd probably come right to you."
To prove her point, Darcy nonchalantly held out her hand, as demonstration, prompting Thor to summon his weapon. Uncertainly, Thor stepped a few feet back, mumbling something under his breath before holding his arm out.
The tug in her stomach appeared, and this time, Darcy did nothing to stop it as she flew forward, the moment her arm made contact with his hand she changed again.
Thor sighed, looking down at her, still Mjolnir. "We have much to talk about, Lady Darcy."
