Chapter One (Captured)

When Darcy became the lab assistant of Jane Foster, Tony Stark, and Bruce Banner, she didn't expect that she would hold any importance. She didn't think that being the one that kept the "Lab Rats" as she liked to call them, watered and fed was such a big deal. But it was enough to catch the attention of one Thunderbolt Ross. He believed that because she didn't sign the accords, that she should be detained with the rest of the law breaking ex-Avengers.

But still, she didn't think that she was anything special. She was just a simple lab assistant who studied anomalies among the "Lab Rats" research and theories. Sometimes she trained with Natasha when she would come back from missions. They called it kick ass bonding time. Sometimes she had prank wars with Sam and Clint. It would go on and on until one of them would surrender and let's just say, it was never Darcy who surrendered. And sometimes, her, Pepper, and Wanda would have girl's nights at the Tower. This included talking about boys (the male Avengers), painting each other's nails, braiding each other's hair, and watching Disney movies while eating ice cream. Darcy would sometimes convince Nick Fury to do yoga exercises with her. God Bless his soul. She was even in league with Deadpool for fucks sake.

How had they all put up with her? She thought to herself.

These people were the family she didn't have. These people were her home.

Here she was, being led down a long corridor of cells. Cells filled with the people that she loved.

"Keep it moving." The guard pushes her, and she falls to the ground. On her knees, she quickly gets up and head butts the guard, causing him to begin bleeding profusely from his nose.

"Don't you ever fucking touch me. Asshole!" She warns the guard.

Nodding her head, as if satisfied, she walks forward with her head held high, her hands in cuffs, and her feet shackled. She's not about to let these government assholes get the best of her. She was going to find a way out if it was the last thing she did. With a new-found determination, she walks forward to the open awful looking cell that she knew was hers. Laying herself down on the cot, she decides to bide her time. These fuckers didn't know who they were fucking with.


(One Week Later)

"What the fuck do you want?" Darcy growls out.

Looking up, she finds the smug looking Thunderbolt Ross. Rolling her eyes, she's about to say her piece when he raises his right hand as if to stop her. She wishes she had her taser. She wishes she weren't stuck behind the glass of the cell.

"I'd watch that mouth of yours Miss Lewis. Wouldn't want them to accidentally turn that collar on now, would we?" He asks with a hint of a smile on his face. The fucker was enjoying the power he held over her.

'For, now.' She thought to herself.

This just pisses her off even more. How could they treat her this way? Alas, she concluded that they she had brought it upon herself. She just didn't know how to shut up. But she regretted nothing. They had indeed grown tired of her loud mouth and crass remarks, and placed a shock collar around her neck. She suddenly recalls seeing the same one on Sweet Wanda's neck when they first brought her on the R.A.F.T.

She says nothing as she sits staring at Ross from her cot. There were a few choice words that she wanted to used right now, but thought better of them. Her self-preservation skills were on maximum effort, as Deadpool would tell her.

"It's come to our attention that you weren't just Jane Foster's assistant. You were, according to this file," he says holding up a manila folder, "liaison for Asgardian affairs." He laughs. "That's quite impressive Miss Lewis."

Flipping through the pages of the folder, he looks down at her from behind the cells glass barrier. His face moving from amused to grave in a few short seconds.

"Where is Thor? Can you tell us the whereabouts of Doctor Jane Foster?" Ross asks.

Looking down at her hands, she clenches them into fists and is about to speak, but he puts his hand up again to stop her.

"Where is Steven Grant Rogers. We believe that you know where he is. He is a fugitive Miss Lewis. He's out there somewhere with one James Buchanan Barnes. Tell us what you know."

She puts her head in her hands and lets out a sigh. This asshole was testing her patience.

"What I can't get through my head is why you're so special? Why, there's nothing special about you at all. But for some reason, you're best friends with some of the deadliest assassins on this planet. You're not even a blip on our radar, but you're a big blip on all of their radars. Why is that now, Miss Lewis?"

She just stares at the wall behind him and yawns into her hands.

"ANSWER ME!" He screams as he bangs on the glass. He's disheveled now and that's just what Darcy wanted.

Darcy lays back down on her cot, and puts her hands behind her head. She's just dismissed him and she knows that he's about to blow.

"Don't you-

Just then he's interrupted by the guard whose nose she broke last week. He's got a bandage on the bridge of his nose and has a black eye. He whispers something in Ross's ear, and he gets a grim look on his face. Closing the manila folder, he turns to walk away, but not before throwing a "This isn't over Lewis. I will get those answers out of you. One way or another."

As soon as they get into the elevator and it closes, she lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Darcy gets off her cot and walks to the front of her cell, looking out to scan the now empty corridor. She looks out to find Wanda staring at her. Just looking at Sweet Wanda makes the anger inside her simmer. Wanda who had always been smiles and giggles, was now in a strait jacket, dawning the same shock collar as she. There was no hope in Sweet Wanda's eyes. It was sickening.

Motherfuckers!

Moving her eyes to the cell next to Wanda's, she makes eye contact with Sam Wilson A.K.A Falcon. Sam is looking back at her and gives her the signal nod.

Clearing her throat, she begins singing. This is how they communicated with each other. Singing one liners from any song to convey their message. It's a wonder that while being monitored in every sense, no one had caught on.

'Yet.' She thought to herself. But she sang anyway.

"Keep holding on, 'cause you know we'll make it through we'll make it through. Just stay strong, 'cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through." She sings while looking at Wanda.

Tears form in Wanda's eyes and a lone tear trails down her right cheek.

"How did we get here? Well I used to know you so well." Clint interrupts.

Darcy raises an eyebrow at him and just shrugs. They all wanted to know how she got herself arrested and detained on the R.A.F.T. Rule number one: Don't get caught. Fucking spy-sassins.

Wanda gasps and puts her head down, letting her hair fall over her face.

"Ice, Ice, baby."

They all look to Wanda, wide eyed and open mouthed, and quickly look away as to not draw any unwanted attention to their signing. Wanda had used the song code for Steve.

Laying down on her cot, Darcy put her hands back behind her head and lets out a sigh. The camera that's protruding from the ceiling moves around as if to implore that someone is always watching. Darcy just looks up at the camera, smiles, then blows a kiss at it.

"Wake me up before you go, go." Scott belches out while laying down with his eyes closed.

The anger simmering inside her is boiling at this point.

She was preparing herself.

Focusing on the rage because that was the only way she would survive this.

Suddenly there was a movement in the shadows.

"Click, Click, Boom." Says a familiar voice.

Squinting to see, because the fuckers took her glasses too, she sees the shadowy figure of Steve Rogers walk up to Sam's cell smirking.