The Kidnap of Darcy Lewis - for littlemanwithabigproblem and tazerbitchinheels
Darcy was dizzy; she couldn't remember what had happened, where she was or how she got there.
She tried to move her hands to rub her eyes, but discovered that she was tied up. Trying to move her feet produced the same result.
She tried to look around, but found that it was dark and she was unable to see. Then a click and the hum of lights came and she was still blinded, so she concluded that she must be blindfolded.
A man's voice floated to her ears. Was that General Ross? He was demanding that she tell him the civilian identity of the creature known as The Hulk. She snarled at him, daring him to come closer so she could bite him.
Stupid man did just that and she drew blood from a fleshy part of his hand when he attempted to hit her. Darcy laughed and spat out his blood, she knew that her Bruce would come for her soon.
And she was right, there it was, the roar of the beast as he approached, the crash of bricks falling and breaking, the shout of panic from the General.
Through it all, Darcy remained calm, knowing that it was her Bruce deep inside. Soon she felt familiar fingers on the edges of her blindfold and closed her eyes to brace herself against the oncoming light.
Bruce slowly lifted the blindfold from her eyes, seeing the corners of her mouth twitch up into a smile brought him great relief.
She finally opened her eyes to look up into the face of the man she loves, a grin on her face "What took you so long?" she demanded playfully, surprising a bark of laughter from him as he swept her into a hug before untying her wrists and rubbing life back into them, then doing the same to her ankles.
"He hid you well; you know that old abandoned subway line? He had little decoys set up all along it, and you know me, checked every single one," he helped her up to her feet "Let's go home"