This will be a spin off of the main Abattoir-verse. I just really love Darcy/Bruce, and so I'm introing as many fics as I can so I have to complete them. Also, this takes place just after filming the North American segment of the Introduction mini-series.
Of all the things she's seen, and done and been, the most terrifying was watching her Captain race toward her in the aftermath of an Avengers battle.
"Darcianne Lewis!" the shout rose over the city street, drawing the attention of everyone in the vicinity. Darcy sighed, saluting the Captain in the style favoured by the Abattoir- a fist over the heart, pumped into a Liberty pose- before replying coolly as she dropped her arm
"My liege, greetings to you, and your Leviathan." Spencer nodded, before returning the greeting with slightly milder enthusiasm
"Greetings to you, my enforcer, and your Jezebel." Instead of saluting her, he pulled her in for a quick hug, before drawing back and challenging
"I bet we can tear up the street better than these Avengers, Austen." Darcy drew back herself, frowning before she admonished
"Bruce Banner is an Avenger, Spencer, you know I've always favoured his style." With a smile, Spencer danced back, laughing as he apologized
"So sorry, Austen, I'll keep your taste in mind! But still, let us show them the power our people wield." Considering, this, Darcy quirked her lips before reaching for her Taser. Firmly tuning out the Avengers, she waved the Taser before calling
"Let's roll, mon Capitan!" With a wider grin, Spencer pulled something from his leather book bag before they jumped back, aiming at the center of the street, calling
"Jezebel!"
"Leviathan!" At the same time. The bystanders were, quite frankly, bemused when spinning tops were spat onto the pavement, thought eyes widened when Darcy and Spencer both shouted
"Come on out!" A huge, snake like sea creature, transparent and made of light, erupted in a halo of blue from the grey spinning top Spencer had launched. While Darcy's purple top spewed a green, nine tailed fox. Both bladers remained silent as the tops battle it out, before Darcy narrowed her eyes and flung out her hand, commanding
"Jezebel! Stunning Spark!" Spencer, of course, frowned before ordering
"Leviathan! Attorian Shockwave!" The tops crashed together, Jezebel shocking Leviathan even as it wavered. When the wind started to pick up, Spencer nodded to Darcy, both calling a final attack
"Magnificent Electrovire!"
"Seismic Catastrophe!" the tops clashed for the final time, flung back on impact to the waiting hands of their masters. Darcy smirked and taunted
"Oh, Captain, my Captain, whatever will you do when I win?" He shrugged saying glibly
"Head back to the FBI and let you handle the madness?" Darcy raised a brow, snorting at the same time as her Captain, chorusing
"Mad, Bad and Dangerous, that's us!" Spencer eyed Darcy, causing her to giggle when he asked curiously
"You sure you're not just bad to the bone, Darce?" A sinuous glance at the tall man before she replied
"Spencer, my only vice, metaphorically speaking, is bone jumping of lean, intelligent men. Has been forever, I'm not bad, I'm amazing, in and out of the sack." Spencer ignored the daggers the men of the Avengers were glaring at him when he pulled Darcy into a sweet, intensely tactile kiss, brushing her forehead before backing off
"You're doing fine, Darcy, I see it now. Are you coming to convocation?" Darcy snuck a glance at the frowning Avengers before shrugging and replying
"Convocation is for people with rank or reason, Captain. Since I am neither, I won't be going to Convocation any time soon." Sadness filtered into Spencer's eyes before shaking his head at the Avengers, dropping a last kiss on Darcy's cheek before melting into the shadows.
Darcy, aware now that everyone was looking at her, muttered
"Later." Before loping off to find Bruce clothes, as he had not yet de-Hulked.
THE BLOOD SOAKED ROOM
Settled into a seat in the debrief room, Darcy told Jarvis
"Jarvis, in the files I uploaded to you upon arrival, you'll find one coded ANAS-DP-AT-NTK, encoded further with a password system, and you only have one attempt before the file closes. The password is DL, slash, TIM, slash Echo Delta Epsilon, using symbols on the last two, if you wouldn't mind opening it." Seeing the confusion. Darcy explained
"ANAS is the organization branch these files refer to, DP is Discovery Protocol, AT is Avengers Team, NTK is need to know, DL is me, TIM is trust in me, the code phrase for this type of file, and Echo-Delta-Epsilon is the callsign I use in the private network these files came from." Jarvis brought up a list of files, all tagged 'Protocol' with a series of alpha-numeric tags that described the situation that might have been at hand. Humming under her breath, Darcy fished out the file tagged 'Lewis. Darcy, training, code 9'
Displaying the image files of a tiny, big eyed Darcy, they scrolled chronologically through first blading, then reading, running, sparring and performing basic gymnastics, all progressing to Darcy at eighteen. Dressed in bland tactical wear, the then-teenaged Darcy raced through an obstacle course, sparring through multiple opponents before a short, lithe girl at least four years younger pronounced
"Enough. You are no longer bound to the organization, Darcianne Lewis. Cherish your freedom." Now Darcy shook her head ruefully before pressing forward to a shaky video filmed after New Mexico. Darcy was running on a track, stopped by a tall, red haired, pretty faced young man.
"You're at loose ends, Lewis." the Russian accent sounded lyrical compared to Natasha's abrasive tones. On-screen, Darcy nodded, stiffening on a gasp when he offered
"We have taken control, rejoin us, please. Spencer is Captain, Venturi and Plummer his Sentinels, but we need more, if we are to be better than we ever were. We are all in need of a structure, and this is how we will get it." Darcy's hesitant
"Tala…" Had him explaining gently
"We are a paramilitary, private group, yes, but no longer are we the mindless automatons we once were. If you wish to support S.H.I.E.L.D., we will give you what you need to execute your duties." On-screen Darcy asked warily
"All that I need? People, weapons, supplies?" Tala tilted his head
"We swore to you, as we swore to all, that we will atone for the wrongs we've done, to ourselves and all others. Anything you need, you have only to you are ready to test out to Sentinel, let us know, Lieutenant Lewis." With that, he handed her the briefcase in his hand, hugging her quickly before gliding away.
Ignoring the questions, Darcy leaned back with a frown. Plucking out her phone, the assistant dialled a number, sighing before she spoke
"Hey, Plummer, that jerk Spencer outed me. Do I need to be extracted?" As she'd put the phone on speaker, the warm female voice that flowed over the room stopped questions in their tracks.
"Well, if you aren't coming to convocation- you totally should, by the by- and they won't kill you for being undercover for a third party that will back them to the best of their ability, I don't think you need to. Though." That pause was ominous.
"Darcy, are you sure you don't want out for bit? We rotate care assignments for a reason, you know. I could have Puckett or Venturi step in so you can head elsewhere for a week or two." Darcy shook her head, saying wryly
"I'm pretty well stuck here, Zoe. Enjoy your Shane, see if you can't get Spencer hooked up with some, though I'd vote for that Emily he was mooning over. She's badass." Concern still came through when the other woman replied
"Alright, Darcy, but if I think you're neglecting yourself, I'll be blowing up that pretty Tower with correspondence, and hey, it'd be fun to hack S.H.I.E.L.D. See you, Darcy." Darcy's see you was perfunctory, her gaze sliding over the Avengers and assembled agents. Putting down the phone, Darcy began calmly
"As you've seen, I am an operative of the Abattoir. While we don't kill very often, we are all capable of it. Because I was Abattoir first, because even when I walked away and they still had my back, if any of you damage one of our assets, I will gut you. Tala Ivanov, whom we revere as a god for being nothing more than an extremely persistent bastard, will freeze you before shattering you into shards if you harm one of ours. The rest of the Council of Ten will come down so hard on S.H.I.E.L.D. that there won't be ashes for you to build from. You think that little display earlier was amazing? Tala, Kai, Bryan, Spencer and Ian nearly took down the entire world as teenagers." Pausing for a breath, Darcy finished
"On the flipside of that coin, the others know, now. Just as I am the Abattoir's, so they see you as mine. Need more people for an escort? An emergency extraction? Track down a missing kid? My people, I guarantee you, have piped all your data through their systems. I might be the Lieutenant of New York, but the Enforcers across the globe are out there, awaiting the order to assist those our people count as theirs, because we've all lost enough."
Levering herself up, Darcy tossed out
"On second thought, I think I do want to attend convocation. Bruce, if he likes, can come, but I'm not taking any of you, especially Tony, to an Abattoir party." When tony sputtered, Darcy snickered
"Tony, we meditate most of the day. Or cook, or work out, or some of the youngest ones dance. I think that atmosphere would do our Doctor Banner some good, but you? No." Flouncing away to pack, Darcy considered broaching certain subjects with the Council and her other superiors. Because she needed a little advice.