"Are you afraid?"
A hand wrapped around her throat. A pinch on her rear end. A secret puckering of the lips.
She bought a taser off a friend of a friend. A distant, distant acquaintance.
She was always afraid. She ran into the pet shop when all hell broke loose.
She could have died.
"Are you afraid?"
Running around London in the rain, the Dark Elves, the constant nightmares and panic attacks.
Hoping to God Jane wouldn't just drop off the face of the Earth again because of something to do with Thor.
Billions of people disappearing as literal ash in the wind –
"Are you afraid?"
When wasn't Darcy afraid? And when would it stop?