Disclaimer: I do not own the Marvel Cinematic Universe, but I have had the worst paper cut of all time.
After the whole Ultron thing, Jane and Darcy rushed back to New York as soon as they could. A slightly confusing voicemail from Erik then led them upstate, to a brand new Stark facility.
Jane gushed for days about how it was "a scientist's playground! Like a think tank, but way more fun."
Darcy let them science it up, and got down to the real work: filing.
During their world-traveling days, Darcy and Jane had stopped in at Avengers Tower once or twice, but had only visited the labs. The atmosphere was different here: more of a community feel than the corporate "this is my job" aura that permeated the Tower.
Darcy even caught occasional glimpses of superheroes she hadn't met yet. She saw Rhodey walking with a tall, purpley-reddish guy, and once, she thought she saw Captain America. Thor was around too, and promised to introduce them to everyone once they settled in.
That is, when she wasn't buried under paperwork. With so many scientists around, the whole "paperless" idea was just that: an idea. And somehow, the only one who seemed to notice the problem was Darcy.
Then one evening about a week and a half after they arrived, Darcy could see the end. It was hours away, but if she could finish tonight, then tomorrow she'd be able to rearrange the lab so the coffee maker wasn't so close to Jane (and also not too far away. Darcy wanted that thing in just the right place).
She waved when Erik took off for the evening, and was amazed when Jane actually left (for once, before she did!).
And then Darcy was alone. It was just her and the pile of paperwork that she was determined to conquer.
Two hours later, disaster struck.
"OW!" Darcy shouted. There may also have been a few other words, but they are not worth sharing.
"You're bleeding," observed an innocent passerby.
She looked up at him as he stuck his head in the open door.
He had just said her Words.
"I know! Isn't it great?!" she blurted happily.
He blinked at her, then laughed.
Darcy jumped up and swayed. Maybe her wound was worse than she thought. She put a death grip on her finger.
"I would totally kiss you if I wasn't, you know, bleeding to death," she said conversationally.
He took her hand pulled the wound nearer to inspect it. "I think you'll live," he told her with a smile.
It may have been the worst paper cut of all time, but it was worth it.
Author's Note (August 12, 2016): Choose your own ship! Read a longer author's note on my blog: iwillwriteyourfic . blogspot 2016 / 08 / fate-is-not-paperless . html