(The following is the version of how I see the interaction with Darcy Lewis and the Avengers. There will be little flashbacks here and there of the true story of Darcy. Or at least my version of who she is beyond the sarcasm and smart remarks.)
I do not own the Avengers or Darcy Lewis.
Prologue
Every hour is a season
Every minute lasts a day
So I sit here picking stitches
I find comfort in decay
How I long to fill my lungs
No one had told Darcy how Agent Coulson had died. There were many things that shouldn't be said. And she understood the silence behind the simple words. The man had been a nuisance to most. Well to Tony Stark. But to Darcy, he was a father to her. At least that was what she had thought when she had spent a few weeks with the man after the incident in New Mexico.
But when she had received the news, she had taken it harder than anyone else. Luckily it had been Nick Fury, or better yet Director Fury who had broken the news to her. It felt as if her half repaired heart had broken once again. She didn't cry, not in his presence. Not because she was afraid, but because she didn't know how the Director of SHIELD would take her reaction.
So tell me how does it feel to,
Breathe air cold and clean
'Cause I've been living on my knees since I was seventeen
Thought I was safe beneath the smoke,
But even under cover I still choke
The day of the funeral had been hard. It didn't rain, and it didn't seem like it would rain. The sun had shown through the clouds, giving the whole affair a somber and peaceful feel, the preacher had said a few words, but they were ignored by one person. To Darcy, it felt as if her life was being ripped apart piece by piece. Sure she had never told anyone beyond Jane what her life was like with her parents. But Agent Coulson seemed to understand. He didn't pry into her life like most would have done, he had given her time to tell him.
And that one bit of peace had been ripped away from her by Loki. She had heard how Agent Coulson had taken on Loki by himself. But still she couldn't understand why he would do it. Sure he was an Agent of SHIELD and had sworn and oath to help others. But he had broken a promise to her. And she felt betrayed by that fact. It hurt.
My wings were clipped but even if they weren't
I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth
There's no poetry in my soul
Just a list of lies I've told
And I don't know how much longer I can hold...