A/N: '' -incoherent thoughts
She felt numb. Lying there on the rooftop in her own blood. Almost like she could feel her life draining slowly out of her body. This can't be happening. She was supposed to make it right.
She came in between him and Tesseract. Pleaded with him to stop. Turn back before it was too late. He didn't recognize her though. With one graceful move, the sceptre pierced through her abdomen.
'Stupid, stupid Darcy'.
She lifted her gaze. He stood over her with all his glory, head tilted with that maniacal grin on his face. His eyes. There was no life in those eyes.
She watched powerlessly as he raised the sceptre, never blinking. She wanted to remember his eyes. Those hooded blue eyes that didn't belonged to Loki. She won't fault him. He was a victim of circumstances. All he wanted was to prove worthy.
If she survived, she would tell Jane how much she loved her like a sister she never had. She'd tell Thor how awesome he is to take her in as her Thunder-Sister. She'd probably call her dad and tell him despite everything, she still missed him taking her out to watch baseball matches live at the stadium.
And then there was Loki. Foul mouth, manipulative, sexy as hell, leather cladded God of Mischief. She would tell him how ridiculously fucking hot he looked in that helmet.
"Do it" she whispered, loud enough for him to hear. She dared him. Maybe by killing her, would surface Loki back from insanity, it's a sacrifice she would gladly make. She would finally be remembered as a hero; almost in par with the Avengers. And Tony will have the whole South Wing of Stark Tower named after her. A girl can dream.
She must be hallucinating. Or there is no more blood in her head. Do people ramble in their head when they are dying? Or is it just her; the one and only, Darcy Lewis extraordinaire.
She looked over as the sceptre came down on her in slow-motion.
'Alright Tony, that South Wing better be equipped with state of the art coffee machine.'
She caught a glimpse of something swoosh passed her. Yes. Swoosh. And *Poof*. Loki was gone.
'Da-fuuuuq'
She heard grunts and thuds and angered groans. Darcy moved her head to catch a glimpse of action. There was another man, his back was facing her and he had Loki pinned to the ground. Instinctively she eye-balled the glowing, suspended Tesseract. She has no idea who that man was, for all she know, he could be another Loki gone loco, deranged with greed for power to take over the world.
'Not on my watch'
She held her torso, applying firm pressure. She winced as the pain shot through her body. She clumsily scrambled onto her feet and rushed to the Tesseract. Without second thoughts, she reached out to touch it.
'Act now. Think later'
She barely touched it; she already felt the surge of power at her fingertips. She heard voices calling out to her, egging her. She wasn't sure how this works. Does she just grab it and hide it in her pocket? The Tesseract has immense power. Surely she could control it somehow…
Her whole world stopped as the power shot up her arm. She felt it through her veins. It felt like she held the world's secret in the palm of her hand. She watched as the cube disintegrated into blueish tinted energy and enveloped her body, suspending her in mid-air as it seeped into her every pore. It felt terrifyingly beautiful. As the last bit of energy surged through her, she fell unconscious to the ground.
The man who attacked Loki managed to catch her just in time before she the impact hit her. "What have you done?" he growled, checking for a pulse. Took him by surprise when he felt a flutter of heartbeat at the side of her neck. He frowned. That kind of power could easily kill a human.
"Do you have the cube?" his intercom buzzed.
"Yes. Sort of" he held the woman in his arms, pushing away her long dark hair from her face.
"Good. Return to the ship. Clean up is on the way".
He glanced over at the Demi-God; still unconscious and secured. The Aegis will deal with him. His job is done. He scooped her up in his arms and activated his gravity boots.
"I'm coming up".