Darcy stared at the yellowed papers in her hand incredulously. Though the papers were aged and wrinkled the neat cursive script which appeared to be written in black ink stood out sharply as if it had been written just yesterday and not what appeared to be eons ago. The papers were so brittle, that if she even stared at them wrong they would crack a little. It wasn't the age of the paper, or the odd pulsing ink that made Darcy feel as if she had entered the twilight zone, it was the words on the letters and the picture that had been in the envelop she pulled them from.

August 4th 1932

To my dearest Yvette,

Though news always travels slowly in this part of my personal hell, the news of your marriage has reached me. I find myself deeply saddened that you've wed another, and perturbed that, that was even possible. Is it not illegal for a woman to have two husbands? Have you forgotten that you have sworn yourself to me? That it was I who ripped away your purity?

I've tasted you, the nectar of your flesh.

He touches you, I know.

But I digress; your unfaithfulness is only part of why I write you my dearest. I know you carry our child. This S.H.I.E.L.D may hold me now, but I will escape their hell, and I will kill the man you call your new husband, and I will take my child. I have no want of you, but you shall be spared for I can never bring myself to cause you physical harm.

Sleep well my dearest Yvette with me in your nightmares.

August 20th 1938

How dare you give our son that man's last name! I will bring down the world once I am free and S.H.I.E.L.D. will rule the day they took away what is mine.

August 12th 1955

You grow old and withered you grow sick and broken without me. Know that when you die my love the best part of me shall die with you. What can I write to make you see that you are merely their pond to be used against those like us? They call us abominations as if we are the anomaly in this world, when it is them that do not belong. They won't let me see you. They won't let me touch you so that I can extend your life, they won't let me see our son. Who is the villain here Yvette!? Who is the monster amongst man? I have done nothing but exist and they lock me away because they fear the possibilities of my powers. I've tossed my pride and I've begged to see you, I agree to assist in their experiments, and yet they still deny me!

August 8th 1971

Though this will not reach you my dearest, for even I cannot go beyond the veil. I have learned the name you bestowed our son… you gave him my name even though he bares the familial name of that man… you gave him my name.

Darius…

I will be free and I will search for the last of you, our son or his sons or daughters or their daughters and sons. It may take centuries but in my grief I find the necessary strength to go on…though I couldn't die even If I wanted to.

I do not know what has driven me to send this last letter…maybe it is in the hope that our son shall find it and know his true father's love for him and his mother.

I will be free…this I swear.

Darcy again lifted the picture she had found with the letter with trembling hands, blue eyes staring at black and white picture of what appeared to be her great grandmother dressed like she belonged in a Victorian era period piece. The woman who had to have been Yvette had long flowing dark hair and equally dark eyes, yet her face was an exact replica of Darcy's.

Darcy had always been told by her grandpa that she resembled his mother so much that she could be a reincarnation, but Darcy had always thought her gramps was doing his usual old man babble that all seniors eventually got around to doing. Darcy felt herself tearing up at the thought of her grandfather.

Darius Edgar Allan Lewis had passed away two months ago peacefully in his sleep with a smile on his face. Her grandfather had always been able to smile easily and laugh at the world while simultaneously confusing the hell out of his only granddaughter.

Darcy smiled through her tears as she remembered the confused look on her father's face as her grandfather's last will and testament was read aloud.

I leave all of my worldly possessions to the funniest cat in the room.

The lawyer had then promptly held out a shoebox to Darcy, and upon opening it Darcy had found the key to her grandfather's humble abode; a Victorian period house that looked as if it hadn't been lived in, in decades out in the middle of nowhere Massachusetts. As soon as the shock faded away her dad just shook his head and smiled, not really surprised that his own daughter had inherited a most likely haunted old house, a rusted bicycle and all the eccentric items of said old house from his father.

Darcy stared at the photo again wondering about all of the crazy stories her grandfather had always told her. After having seen and electrocuted a god, watched the world be invaded by aliens by said gods homicidal brother, she had to re-evaluate all of the things she had been told that she thought were just nonsense.

Like how her grandfather told her that her great-grandmother had supposedly died at the age of 486 even though records had her dying at an age of 82, and how her real great-grandfather had been imprisoned by an organization because he was considered a threat to humanity, and how both he, her father, and herself had been named in honor of the supposed threatening man.

If Darcy had never needed six units and interned for a certain Astrophysicist and had her IPod stolen by S.H.I.E.L.D, then she wouldn't be trembling and ready to believe the letters in her hands and all of the things her grandfather had told her.

Darcy's grandfather would always draw a blink when asked what the supposed wicked organization's name was that had made his mother's life miserable, but after reading the letters Darcy knew, and all she could wonder was: 'Just what in the fuck is going on?'

Shifting her weight atop of the crate she was sitting on Darcy's eyes darted to the floor as something gold and shiny fell from inside the envelope that had rested on her lap.

Standing up and carefully placing the letters and picture in her coat pocket Darcy knelt down to pick up what appeared to be a golden engraved ring. The letters on the thin band were in an odd script that Darcy couldn't decipher.

The ringed began to emit a soft blue glow causing Darcy to quickly drop it to the ground gasping.

'I left Jane and Erik because I needed to escape the completely fucked up weirdness that happened to be Jane's life, and I come home to find my own bundle of craziness.' Darcy thought breathing rapidly as she stared at her right hand that began to emit the same light as the ring.

"Oh my, freaking- mother- freaking -Norse deity!" Darcy yelled as the ring began to hover in the air coming before her. Darcy began to back away and the ring advanced on her like a shiny predator.

Darcy held up her glowing hand to the ring in a sign of 'stop', just to fall flat on her butt when the ring surged forward and onto her index finger.

A warmth filled Darcy's body, calming her slightly.

"Well that wasn't so bad." Darcy said staring at the ring with curiosity and fear dancing across her features. Her curiosity left completely when her hand began to act as if it was possess. With a will of its own Darcy's hand snapped its fingers and at the nearest stack of old yellowed writing paper flew to her landing on the floor all around her. Her crazy possessed hand hovered over a blank piece of paper and Darcy nearly pissed her dark wash skinny jeans as words began to appear.

Trying with all of her might to pull her hand away and take off the ring, Darcy eventually gave up when neither would fall to her will.

"What did I do in a past life to deserve all of this crazy shit happening to me? I just wanted to major in Political science and someday legally rule the world!" Darcy cried, watching wide eyed as familiar cursive script formed on the paper.

-Yvette?-

Darcy tried to calm down so she could figure out what the hell was going on. "Who are you?" Darcy asked aloud, and was surprised to see her words appear on the paper in green ink in, hand writing that matched her own. The green words faded away while the black fancy cursive stayed.

-What is your name?-

'Should I tell the crazy paper ghost my name?' "D-darcy Lewis." Darcy stumbled in pronouncing her name wondering what would happen next.

Lewis? Who are your parents? Who are their parents?

The once neat cursive handwriting took on a sloppiness that seemed frenzied.

Feeling her insatiable curiosity return, Darcy edged forward and rested on her stomach. "My mother is Cathleen Wright since she remarried after divorcing my father. My dad is Darden Lewis, his father was Darius Edgar Allen Lewis and my grandmother was Ginger Lewis, my great-grandmother was Yvette Lewis and my great grandfather was-"Darcy didn't get to finish as the blue light from the ring intensified. One word formed on the paper.

-Me.-

Darcy's eyes widened, she couldn't believe that she was talking to her great-grandfather.

"Does S.H.I.E.L.D really have you locked up? How are you alive? Why won't this ring come off?" Darcy asked feeling an odd excitement bubble up inside of her. She may hate being in danger but a part of her would always love adventure, and talking to a relative that should be long gone was the most adventure she had, had in months.

-You must sleep.-

Frowning Darcy opened her mouth to ask why but didn't get the chance as the ring glowed red and she felt herself becoming drowsy. Darcy's head slumped down to the floor as she fell into a forced sleep.

Darcy could feel a large masculine hand against her cheek, causing her eyes to snap open. Standing above her prone form was a tall man who looked as if he stepped out of a Houdini's closet, the way he was dressed. His short curly salt and pepper hair stood out on his handsome aristocratic features. His ocean blue eyes stared down at her as if seeing a ghost.

"W-who are you?" Darcy breathed out.

The man searched her face for something a moment longer before issuing Darcy a sad smile.

"You look so much like her, if it weren't for your ocean eyes I would have thought you her."

Darcy Gasped. "No fucking way! You can't be my great-grandfather you look like you're old enough to be my dad!" "And what's with the fancy talk?"

Darius's eyes widened in surprise "Such language."

Blushing in embarrassment Darcy opened her mouth to apologize to the man who was practically her ancestor.

"You are asleep. It is the only way I… that we can meet face to face. It is an honor to meet you great granddaughter." Darius said smiling genuinely, as he pulled Darcy up off of the attic floor by her right hand.

"That ring! It knocked me out." Darcy said looking at her hand and noticing the gold ring still adorned her index finger even in this supposed dream.

"That ring belonged to my beloved Yvette, it was our wedding ring." Darius said staring at Darcy fondly.

"Then why did it hop on my finger and turn my hand into its puppet?" Darcy asked eyeing Darius with a frown.

Darius didn't answer Darcy he merely pulled her to him in an embrace before kissing her on her forehead.

Darcy began to feel a weird tingling sensation in her mind. The embrace lasted for what felt like hours, before Darius pulled away. Darcy looked up at him as she heard a sound that sounded like a sob…her great grandfather was crying.

"Whoa!" Darcy watched as Darius dropped to his knees. She faltered in reaching out to comfort him, not really comfortable with the man who was semi responsible for her existence yet.

'What would gramps think if he could see me I giving his father the cold brush off?' Furrowing her brows and biting her lower lip Darcy finally decided 'what the hell' and awkwardly put a hand on Darius's trembling shoulder.

"D-dude, I mean Gramps the First-" Darcy began.

"My son has suffered the plight of mortality, first Yvette and now him!" Darius yelled standing to his feet so fast that Darcy jumped back with a yelp. His blue eyes burned with his rage, as tears made the long trek down his face.

Darcy remembered the letters, and how her great-grandfather had been locked away while his wife remarried. He never got the chance to know his son…her grandfather; the one man Darcy had loved above anyone else. Somehow Darcy knew what she was about to say could open up the floodgates of weirdo in her life, but she owed her diseased grandfather this, but first she had to find out something's.

"My grandpa…I mean your son." Darcy felt her eyes mist as the man stopped in his tracks to stare at her. The anguish and rage on his face somehow got to her and she didn't know why. "He would tell me stories about you from what he learned through his own investigations growing up. No one really believed him…Hell I didn't really believe it, but after electrocuting a Norse deity, if someone told me the Easter Bunny and Fury were having an affair I'd buy it." Darcy laughed nervously "Why exactly are you locked away by S.H.I.E.L.D? I know they can be complete IPod stealing Jerk-Offs, but the way my gramps spoke about you, you couldn't have been that bad of a guy. So what I'm trying to say is why would they lock you away? Did you try world domination or something totally overdone and crazy like that?" Darcy knew that she was on verge of blabbering, and her slowly calming down relative also noticed.

"Do you think it was a coincidence that S.H.I.E.L.D appeared so quickly that day the Asgardian landed?" Darius asked walking up to tower over Darcy as he placed a hand gently on her shoulder and stared at her seriously. "They no doubt have watched all of those of my bloodline to see if they will develop my talents so they can cage you away."

"W-what?" Darcy asked confused.

"In your dreams I can look into your mind. I have seen all of the events leading up to you placing my ring on your finger." Darius gave Darcy a soft smile. "It is fortunate that your abilities have remained dormant for so long. S.H.I.E.L.D has eyes and ears everywhere my dear one."

Holding up her hands and stepping backwards Darcy stared at her great grandfather as if he had grown an extra head. "What abilities? I know I pack a mean Taser trigger hand, and my coffee fetching skills can't be beat, and I might have been the best data entry intern this side of the universe. Obviously S.H.I.E.L.D can't have a nefarious plot to lock away all decent assistants on Earth right? And Hey! No peeping into my thoughts!" Darcy finished; her unease mangling with irritation.

"Are you familiar with magic?" Darius asked arching an eyebrow at his granddaughter's ever shifting moods. Holding up a white gloved hand Darius snapped his fingers causing a fireball to appear in the palm of his hands.

Darcy stared at the fire ball in awe and walked closer to inspect it. "This is just a dream right? You can't actually perform this in real life… and speaking of life, how are you still alive?" Darcy reached out a finger to touch the ball of fire and her eyes widened as she felt the shimmering heat, but it didn't burn it just tingled.

"I once could do this and more; however S.H.I.E.L.D has advanced with time and somehow they have placed limitations on my abilities." Darius made the ball of fire vanish. "I am kept contained because they fear me." Darius spoke just above the whisper as if there was someone else there. Darcy leaned forward towards him so she wouldn't miss a word. Even if her great-grandfather was a little weird didn't mean that what he had done so far wasn't cool. "They have monsters, an Asgardian, and a man of Iron and yet they keep me contained. I have never attempted to burn down an entire city killing innocent women and children."

"Which brings back the question dude: What did you do? Since I doubt they locked you up for the ability to form a fireball in your hand." Darcy asked pulling back and crossing her arms in front of her chest eyeing the man across from her curiously.

"It is believed that I along with those like myself have been responsible for the existence of mutations in humanity."

"You mean like being born with an extra arm?" Darcy asked confused.

"No, I believe they are called mutants and they have been hunted and feared as long as they have been in existence."

Darcy's eyes opened wide in disbelief. "Like Mystique or that guy with the crazy hair, Wolverine?" "They haven't been in the news lately."

"If they possess abilities far beyond that of the average human, than yes. Many of my kind have come here when humans were in the mere infancy of their existence as a species. Our features abilities have allowed us to blend in well with the populace and as a result, mixed breeding occurred. When one of my kind bonds with a human it is inevitable that parts of what we are will show up in later generations. I came here to watch and study humans. I didn't believe that I would fall to the charm of them and bond with anyone until I met Yvette." Darius gave Darcy a somber look. "I cannot age here, I cannot die here and I can share those abilities with anyone I so choose, at a grave cost to that person's lineage and their humanity. Those like me live in absolute secrecy amongst your kind. Until we grew bored with this world and took our leave. I remained sharing parts of myself with a select few, lurking in the shadows."

Darcy couldn't hold it in anymore, her lips trembled and she let out a laugh so powerful that it had her doubling over and clutching her stomach. "T-that is so fucking unbelievable!" Darcy said between fits of laughter. She had really believed that what was happening was real, but after her dream relatives little speech Darcy knew that the whole ring business and all of this had to be a dream, she must have fallen asleep rifling through all of the boxes in the attic of her inherited house.

After what felt like minutes Darcy calmed down enough to whip her watering eyes on the sleeve of her green hoodie. "Well I guess it's time for me to wake up now, this dream has been fun though." Darcy began making her way around the room that was an exact replica of the attic she had fallen asleep in.

"Shield must not find what my son left behind in that house, the ring kept my old home invisible to those outside of my bloodline. S.H.I.E.L.D looks for you. Will you perform a task for me my child?"

Darcy turned around to give the weird dream guy a lopsided grin. "Sure what would you like me to do?" Darcy asked, jokingly curtsying. Hey she was dreaming, she could agree to a task from a dream relative.

"Through your own freewill allow me usage of your vessel so that I may free myself from this cage and repay S.H.I.E.L.D for their hospitality."

Shrugging her shoulders and ignoring the dark glint in Darius the first eyes, Darcy quickly said "Why not? I am now your humble vessel good sir."

"No harm shall ever befall you or your father as it has befallen my son and wife." Darius closed the distance between himself and Darcy as he grabbed both of her hands, and stared down at her kindly. "Forgive me."

Before Darcy could jokingly ask what? Sharp pains engulfed her body.

Darcy awoke with a jolt to the sound of distant voices. Groaning Darcy sat up on the floor covered with old yellowed blank stationary.

'That was one hell of a dream.' Darcy thought glancing down to her right hand only to pause in wide-eyed fright at the sight of the gold ring that rested on her index finger. She tried to pull it off but it wouldn't come off. 'Why won't it come off!?'

"Sir this is where the tracking device lost track of Miss Lewis."

Darcy shot up to her feet and ran to the attic window that overlooked the wilderness that she now called her front yard. Agents in men-in-black suits littered the area talking on walkie-talkies. Some even had dogs on leashed sniffing through the brown and golden leaves on the ground. What freaked Darcy out even more was how well she could hear, they sounded like they could have been standing right next to her.

Running back to where she had been sitting before falling to the floor Darcy threw dusty boxes aside until she found her phone. Serious weird shit was happening and when serious weird shit happened Darcy called the one person who had experience with serious weird shit.

"Come on Jane please pick up! Please, please, please." Darcy chanted.

"Darcy?" Jane's voice asked sounding surprised. It was probably because Darcy hadn't talk to Jane in months.

"Oh my god Jane! Something's wrong! It wasn't a dream, it was real. He was real and…" Darcy trailed off as her eyes went even wider. "I told him he could use me! And S.H.I.E.L.D they want to capture me and lock me in a cell! Oh my god!" Darcy started to hyper ventilate, she could make out the voice of a concerned Thor in the background as Jane told him "Its Darcy…I think something's wrong."

"Calm down, what happened? Are you hurt? Where are you? Who wants to use you and what does S.H.I.E.L.D have to do with this?" Jane asked sounding worried.

"They think I'm a freak and they're going to put me in a cage but I'm not a freak yet! Please Jane you've got to help me!"

Darcy began to sob hysterically, as she paced around the attic.

Thor must have taken the phone from his girlfriend because his words of concern were no longer in the background. "Lady Darcy, have you been harmed?"

"Yes! I think I'll be scared for life. Why can't my life just be normal?" Darcy jumped at the sound of a helicopter above the house. The sound grew louder and closer and Darcy found herself letting out a blood curdling scream and dropped the phone as the Helicopter phased through the roof as if it was a sci-fi special hologram. When the helicopter continued to lower Darcy thought she would die. She watched in stunned horror as the helicopter kept lowering until…it went through her propellers and all. Nothing in the attic was affected it was as if the helicopter had just phased through her and the house. Darcy's legs began to tremble until they gave out and she crashed to the floor landing on her knees. Her eyes were wide and unseeing as the golden ring on her finger began to emit a blue glow that covered her body, causing her to vanish from the attic, and the house to become visible and solid, crushing the helicopter and exploding in flames shocking all of the roaming agents.

Darcy was surrounded by a swirl of colors and the colors began to fade to take on the shape of what appeared to be a room, and Darcy was falling into the room onto a familiar worn wooden desk covered with odd instruments that a certain Astrophysicist was known to use.

"Oh shit!" Darcy screamed as she crashed into the desk breaking it in half and scattering all of the instruments atop of it around the room in broken pieces. She laid face down in the mess screaming until it hurt, even though oddly enough her landing didn't hurt at all.

Heavy footsteps rushed into the room followed by softer ones.

"Lady Darcy!"

"Darcy? Oh my god!"

Darcy's throat felt raw as her screams died out. She sat up and stood on shaky legs, holding up a hand to stop Thor as he came forward to help her. Once she got to her feet she looked from Thor and Jane and said as calmly as possible "I think my great grandfather is an alien, Please don't let S.H.I.E.L.D find me" before promptly fainting.