Hello Guys and Dolls, I know i'm still working on Let me be your Sweet Heart. But this particular story came about by fever induced movie binge. I never really read the lord of the ring books and only have experience in the movies so please be kind with me. As always I own nothing at all it belongs to they'er respective owners. I'm just playing with the characters.
Chapter One Curve Balls
Darcy Lewis wondered why life always decided to throw her curve balls. First with the whole running over Thor thing, then with the whole London dark elf thingy attack. Once things settled down she developed a crazy crush on Clint Barton that got her threatened by a really possessive Black Widow. How was Darcy supposed to know they were an item? Had she known she wouldn't have flirted with him. She spent so much of her time with Jane in stark's RND, She knew none of the vital gossip or affirmed couples here in the tower. Most people thought she was a weird tag along of Jane and Thor it made socializing kind of hard. Today's curve ball came int he form of all the Avengers and there other half's being invited to a fancy government ball. Darcy wasn't included she ended up alone in Jane's lab doing reports on Jane's thinggy mijiggers and eating cup noddles. What a way to spend a weekend she thought bitterly. Deciding to call it a night she started to pack up her stuff, tossing her things into her purse haphazardly turning off computers and dodads. Hauling her large patch work purse onto her shoulder Darcy headed towards the door. When a soft clicking and beeping caught her attention, sighing she wheeled around she forgotten to turn off one of the gadgets. she found the right one it was a toaster looking thing with what like little spoons and sliver ping pong balls hanging off of it. Once Darcy's fingers connected with it she felt a sharp pain and buzz.
' Fuck' she thought dully she just electrocuted her self, and as she fell back everything went black.
Darcy felt like her mouth was full of cotton and she opened her eyes slowly. Thank god she wasn't dead, she sat up slowly running her hands over herself. Looks like nothing was wrong or scorched or burned off. All good she thought and began to slowly stand up noticing her purse she picked it up. looking up Darcy's mouth popped opened, she wasn't in Stark's RND anymore. But instead she was on a low hill lush and green, it was quite beautiful, a large tree shading it. were the hell was she?
Also i apologize when I first posted this I hit the wrong document , so to those three readers who checked it out and saw two words I'm sorry ( iIm computer stupid).Please review it makes me so happy Love - Dizzy
