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-Darcy 3pov-
Darcy Lewis sat at her desk, pencil tapping in time with the music that pounded in her ears. She was alone at the lab she shared with her friend and mentor, Jane Foster. Jane had been suddenly asked to consult at some obscure obsevatory at who-the-hell-knows-where. Her frustrastion at being out of the loop escaped her and tiny lightning bolts leapt from the metal encasing the eraser of her pencil. She smiled at the lightning, irritation forgotten at the sight of it.
Lightning had been her friend ever since she was a small child, found toddling the streets of Fayetteville, Arkansas with no knowledge of whom she was or who her parents were. She had been taken to a nearby orphanage and adopted almost immediately by a young, childless couple. When she was younger, she used to take and scare her friends with her lightning, at least until her mother found out. Her mother had taken her to her room and told her she must never be seen using her power. After that, she kept her use to minimum, zapping people and passing it off as static electricity. She later found out, when she left for college, that her mother belonged to a group of mutants that were in hiding, not wanting to be found by the Brotherhood or Professor Xavier's X-Men.
Darcy shook herself out of her reverie, checking her watch. It was time to make rounds, not being able to afford any security guards even with the generous pay that S.H.E.I.L.D. gave to the scientists, and as she rose she grabbed her trusty taser. The taser was a front, simply to not arouse suspicion when she zapped someone when feeling threatened. She was on edge tonight, lightning flickering through her dyed tresses, and wasn't sure why. There was an ominous nature to the silence tonight, and not even her music, nor the rare thunderstorm booming outside, lightning flickering, couldn't ease the tension in her gut. Physically shaking herself like an animal, Darcy ran a hand through her hair, collecting the glittering sparks of energy and pushed them into her taser.
Walking toward the main area in the lab, Darcy froze at the sight of two men standing just inside staring out the window. Angry at the break in and not thinking, she charged them, taser ready. As she neared the men, they turned, the darker haired man swatted her hand aside and touched a spear to her chest. She could feel her mind shrinking, folding and hiding away in some dark recess of her brain, her mind filling with the color blue.