And as I looked into the New Mexican sky with my own two eyes, I wondered, if Jane finds Thor, where will that leave me? The ultimate third wheel that's where and sister let me tell you, that's no place for Darcy Lewis. I'll just have to find my own place in this superhuman world, preferably not limited to delivering coffee and Poptarts to the world's heroes.
2 years later...
Unfortunately, that's exactly where I found myself, dispensing coffee and cake at Tony Stark's "Tower O' Nerds", aka Avenger's Tower, to the only people between us and the universe's baddies; not that bad of a job really when it came down to things. After graduating from Culver, I found myself sitting in a . helicopter on my way to a most serious debriefing by the Cyclops Wonder *ehem*, Director Fury, and "an offer of a lifetime". So there I was, sitting in a monochrome office with no other veritable options available as far a career is concerned and I realized that maybe this was an opportunity that I couldn't pass up? Maybe just maybe, I could do something for the world that lay outside of waitressing to greasy truck drivers. Unfortunately, reality set in when I first walked into the top floor of Avengers's Tower as I was met with an explosion and a frantic Hawkeye running away from a subtly irate Blackwidow. Naturally, Dr. Banner freaked out and started going all Jolly Green Giant on everybody, so I took it upon myself to introduce myself, doughnuts and coffee in hand. From there the Big Guy and I got on famously, I mean seriously, did no one think to offer the poor dude a doughnut before? Think about it, a whole life without a freakin doughnut; anyway, the point being that my life became dually "Hero Grade" complicated and banal in that one far as handling positions are concerned, mine was the most dangerous of professions, what with the threat of being a direct part of an intergalactic war again, but then again with Captain America's constant feed of technological questions and Banner's desire for tea every 5 seconds the boring set in and the hope for an invasion creeped it's way into my thoughts. Aside from my not so atypical job, what did I have to claim as my own? The awesome bachelorette pad would have been great had it not been for the lack of game that I've experienced recently; dead does not even describe my action time so I definitely qualify for cray cat lady status. Except no cats, Stark was adamant about his allergic state and Pepper can't cope with the idea of a litter box let alone the goodies that lay inside. On top of that, my best friend is over the moon in love with the God of Thunder and while tazing Thor was some serious giggles, feeding his overgrown ass gets old, seriously there's never enough Poptarts for him to devour in this damn tower. No superpowers to speak of, no everlasting love to claim, just me, Darcy Lewis, the Doughnut Dispenser. Wow, I hate my life.