Darcy hummed to herself as she prepared herself an omelette for breakfast, it had been a long night for the freshly minted person in charge of the P.R. for the Avengers. There had been a fight a week ago, it was another Doom attack and instead of the Fantastic Four being able to get the job done themselves, the Avengers had been called in. It was starting to get a little embarrassing, granted Darcy knew next to nothing about Doom and his policies but she did guess that he maybe had a crush on Sue Storm and on some level wanted to impress her.

Glancing up from the sizzling pan, she noticed as some of the rest of the Avengers walked in. She could see Jane was pretty much dragged in by Thor who for some wild reason didn't believe that she could start a full day of Science! without a proper and nutritious meal filling her stomach. Foolish man! Grabbing out a small knife she slid the omelette onto some extra plates and taking a plate herself, she sat at the island counter. Bypassing the coffee (which was something that had taken her entirely too much effort to break) she filled a glass with orange juice and took a deep drink closing her eyes to savour the sweet taste filling her taste buds.

Checking her phone, Darcy scowled as she noticed she had missed an important phone call. Well Darcy assumed it was important – it was from her childhood best friend. Dialling 121 she lifted the phone to her ear, eating her cooling omelette as she listed to her friends slurred voice.

The other Avengers all noticed when Darcy dropped her fork back down, as she continued to listen to the message. Darcy's shoulders began to shake with barely repressed mirth, tears beginning to gather in her eyes, she was pretty sure that her face was beginning to turn red from losing her breath due to her laughing fit.

Hanging up the phone, Darcy placed it down, while holding her breath trying to regain her composure – it didn't work her face just turned blue as she struggled to find her sense of dignity. Not looking at anyone, because she somehow knew that if she did, she would fall to pieces laughing.

Getting up to wash her plate off Darcy continued to shake her head while still giggling. Abruptly realising that she hadn't looked up in a while, Darcy looked only to meet a concerned Jane's gaze. "So what was that all about?"

"You remember my friend Felicity Smoak right? That was her, she was phenomenally drunk, I don't think I've heard her that drunk since college actually. Something must have really spooked her. If what she was telling me was the truth, then she lives in a really messed up city. I mean, I knew that where she lived was messed up, I didn't quite understand why she wouldn't just leave but damn is that a messed up life."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa slow down and explain." Jane died to make her friend begin to make a lick of sense.

"Well, I told you she lives in Starling City didn't I? She must have seen me acting as this lot P.R. person or something, because I think she informed that she lives in an even more crazy way. She knows at least three assassins by name, one by title. And she has tangled with some group called the League of Assassins. Oh and she works with a rich playboy, who fires arrows into people, a lady with a bo staff and a soldier. Oh and a man that that has the potential to – and in Felicity's words – fuck shit up – if he gets mad. Oh and something about the hot rich guy not ponying up with the red wine, which probably shouldn't be connected" Darcy laughed, looking for all the world completely confused.

"That is a lot of information to receive in thirty seconds" Bruce pinched his nose

"Yeah, well again I think she was drunk when she was trying to tell me, so I was mostly having to decipher what she was saying" Darcy attempted to explain.

Further down the table Clint and Natasha shared a worried look, they had heard whispers about a new vigilante operating within Starling City. The only reason they hadn't looked even further into this vigilante was the fact that Starling City fell squarely into A.R.G.U.S' very own back garden. Fury might have been very annoyed but he really didn't want to tangle with Amanda Waller, that lady was sneaky and she took being underhanded to a whole new level.

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A few hours later and the work in the lab had quietened down a little, the scientists were all staying in their individual corners. Tony was working on yet MORE upgrades to his suits. Privately Darcy wasn't sure how much more the individual suits could take, but Darcy would remind herself that she had a degree in Political Science not the whole engineering shebang that Tony held.

Darcy pulled out her phone checking the time and decided to put a call through to a Starling City. Scrolling through her contacts she found Felicity Smoak's number and hit dial lifting the phone to her ear. The other end rang three times before it was answered.

"Hello, Felicity Smoak's phone this is John Diggle speaking" she heard a mans deep voice greeting her from hundreds of miles away,

"Hello Mr Diggle, this is Felicity's friend Darcy Lewis calling. Is everything okay? It's just that I got a really weird voicemail from her earlier."

"Darcy Lewis? The P.R person for the Avengers? Yes, everything's fine, Felicity was drunk last night. Do you know what she said in her message to you?"

"Yes, that's me? She said that she knew three assassins, an extraordinarily strange team, including a man with a fixation on medieval weaponry, a lady with a staff, a soldier and a man with anger management problems."

The silence was beginning to get to Darcy who "Hello are you there? Did we get cut off?"

"No, no, I'm still here. Look I really don't know how to explain all of this, can I have Felicity ring you back when she feels better?"

"Yeah, no, that's fine. Just let her know I was asking for her" Darcy spoke before muttering "Does she live in either a comic book or a CW TV show or something?"