A/N: First Fanfic every, people. Let's hope I don't disappoint. Might as well do something while suffering from a concussion and procrastinating from unpacking my house.
Oh, don't own the characters, and don't make money from this story.
Chapter 1:
Well, there were DEFINITELY worse places to pop her European party-cherry.
"Buy yourself something nice, go to Germany, have a few laughs…" muttered Darcy. She looked around the beautiful architecture that was the location of the over-priced shing-dig. Pretty much about all there is to do here… Thanks a lot, Tony.
Who was she kidding? Her fellow graduates who kill for this kind of job… well, the outside description of what her job entailed. But she knew the only reason that she got a chance to be a representative to Stark Industries was because of SHIELD… and that was because they could use her skills as a Poli-Sci major with a minor in Sociology and Psychology to their advantage. A free analyst on their roll… and a way to keep her in check.
It also allowed Jane to get a REAL assistant, one that actually understood her speeches. Darcy wasn't completely oblivious, she knew that it frustrated Jane that she had been the only applicant as her intern and that she got on her nerves. But at the same time, they managed to establish a friendship due to the incident in New Mexico. Or as she like to call it… the Week New Mexico Didn't Suck.
So here she was, in a dress that cost more than most individuals' apartment rent for a month, for a single event in Stuttgart, Germany. The event wasn't high-profile enough to warrant Tony or Pepper, but it was still filled with enough investors that someone needed to show. So, here she was. SHEILD loved it because they could use her to monitor those on their watch list.
"Did you say something, Darcy?" Happy asked her, with a concerned look. "Did Von Schlachter proposition you? I'll take care of it."
"No, Happy. Luckily, he managed to pay only 75% of his time staring at my boobs. It's a new record." Darcy replied with a smirk.
Somehow, she managed to get the attention of the three most important people in Stark Industries. Well, 3 people and 1 snarky AI. Shortly after starting at SI, she had a bad morning, and managed to let loose some of her trademark humor on Mr. Stark himself, leaving him completely speechless. Apparently, Tony has a bit of masochist streak and loved that someone managed to silence him. Pepper loved that someone managed to keep Tony in line, and Happy started to like her because his two favorite people seemed to appreciate her talents. So, since Tony was the "Man of Iron" as Thunder-butt liked to call him, Happy was now out-sourced to her. He seemed to like it, gave him a chance to flex his Head of Security-muscle for once.
He smiled at her reply. "I still don't like it. But here's your favorite. Vodka with Lemon"
"Thanks Happy. See anyone in particular that I'm supposed to smchooze and hypnotize with these killer knockers?"
With a shake of his head, and a shrug, her answer was a negative. So, light conversations and people-watching it is. Not that it really would help, pretty much the same people are always at these social functions. Only person that really caught her eye for a second was a dark-hair man in his early-thirties in a well-tailored suit and a green sweater. Probably some leftover aristocrat. She figured she wasn't too far off, something about him screamed good breeding, although something felt off, but she brushed it off as boredom. He stood and smirked at the crowd, and then disappeared into the shadows.
Well, this night is going to be boring.
The self-proclaimed god looked down at the worms that considered themselves the upper-crust of society. Unworthy of being addressed with anything that resembled respect that they currently felt that they deserved. But that was soon to change.
Well, this night shall be interesting.