Chapter 1

Plain, normal, forgettable these are some of the things Darcy Lewis was supposed to be. The quirky assistant that wore hipster glasses for non-ironic reasons. The complete opposite of a highly trained operative with 20/20 vision. Daria would be lucky to get away being any of these after New Mexico and London. Damn

Darcy paced the length of the living room waiting for Jane to come back from the store down the London Street. Her emotions were usually kept in check but after 6 years of playing a stereotypical college student she had started to pick up the habits of her cover. Daria Kseniya Lagunov was trained not to feel, but Darcy Kelly Lewis had no such training. So she felt. Emotions splayed across her face, she felt all of the emotions that Daria had had beaten out of her.

Jane was the first person to find out about Darcy's past. A few nights after Thor's departure from Puente Antigua, Darcy felt she needed to tell Jane the truth. She was much less nervous about telling Jane than she was now with the prospect of having to tell Thor the truth before they went back to New York.

Obsidian dark sky and bright starlight is all that could be seen from the roof of the old car dealership they used as a lab. Wrapped in a rattan blanket, bottle of beer in hand, Darcy rolled her head to the side to see Jane sat on the other lounge chair. A wistful sigh broke the silence.

"He'll be back, I don't know when but he'll be back he doesn't seem like the kind of person to break a promise, does he?" Jane questioned not removing her gaze from the sky above.

She returned her gaze to the stars "I don't know Jane, some people just aren't what they seem, and we can't trust that he'll come back immediately". After all she'd seen Darcy definitely didn't take anything at face value.

"I don't know you as well as I should but after what happened, not just with the destroyer but everything before that , I trust you ,you're my friend , I hope you'll trust him if he comes back"

"You shouldn't trust me, you're right you don't know me well, for all you know I could be a deadly assassin. Thor could be totally different to what he said you can't take people at face value Jane" Darcy stated keeping her voice steady, her back going rigid at the confession of friendship and trust.

"Yeah, but you're obviously not a deadly assassin are you?" Jane sipped at her beer, turning her attention to Darcy. She stayed silent, not answering the question.

"You aren't are you?" Jane laughs nervously.

Darcy tugged a loose strand of hair from her braid. She had to tell Jane at some point, 'So why not now? It's not as if this would be the weirdest thing that's happened this week! Right?'

She raised her eyebrow instead of answering outright. Jane dropped her beer, the glass clattering against the rough rooftop.

"Oh my god! Should I have seen this coming? I just had to go and ask didn't I?" Jane had her head in her hands by this point. "Please say you're joking Darce!" She was starting to pull on her hair; Jane did this when she was nervous or frustrated at a theory not working out.

She cleared her throat. "I'm not joking, but if you'd prefer to pretend I was I won't stop you." She responded in the strongest tone she could muster. She placed her hands on the tops of her knees slowly, in a gesture she hoped would show Jane that she wasn't an immediate threat (Not to say that she couldn't easily take Jane out from that position).

"But…How…Wait you're only 21 how can you be an assassin? Are you really a student at Culver? Is Darcy even your real name? Wait that's not important. What the hell are you on this internship for? Are you here to kill me? Oh god I'm going to die before I can open the bridge again aren't I?-" Darcy quieted the litany of questions spilling out of Jane's mouth by leaning over to her and placing her palm over Jane's mouth.

"Please be quiet. I'll explain everything as long as you keep your mouth shut until I've finished and we move inside. There's a SHIELD surveillance team on the roof across the road and I'd prefer them not to hear this conversation! OK?" She removed her hand from Jane's mouth and they went inside just like she said.

After two hours, 3 more beers and the last blueberry pop tart Darcy had briefly explained her life to Jane and put her to bed. She hoped she would never have to explain her life again in that much detail (Even though she barely grazed upon what happened in the red room) explaining how she got to America took a long time, especially with Jane asking questions (her scientific curiosity got the better of her sometimes). Jane took it well all things considered, not once actively condemning Darcy for her actions; she was more interested in Darcy's CS skills and aptitude for languages.

The rattling of the door broke Daria out of her reverie, quickly grabbing the knife that was strapped to her inner thigh ,under her purple tunic dress, she moved to the end of the sofa with a clear view point of the door. She covered the small dagger between her hands and turned her head to focus on the TV which was currently running a documentary program on Penguins.

"Darcy come on I know you're in there can you open the door for me my hands are full!" Jane called through the door. She jumped off the sofa to help Jane. She checked the peephole to make sure it was really Jane before opening the door. She still had her knife in her hand when Jane came through the door, laden with shopping bags.

Jane noticed the knife and rolled her eyes "Seriously could you put the knife down and help me bring the bags in!"