Her whole life, Wanda Maximoff had heard tales of soulmates receiving each other's injuries, but she hadn't really believed it until she was twelve years old. She was walking with Pietro to school from the orphanage, trying to walk fast to stay warm, when she felt a sudden burst of pain in both of her knees. She fell to the sidewalk, clutching her knees as Pietro noticed her pain. "Are you all right? Wanda, are you all right?" "Ye-Yes." She gasped. "I'm okay." And they continued on their way. Later that day, Wanda noticed a blooming bruise on the center of each of her knees, and she knew, then, that her soulmate had caused them. After that first time, it happened more and more frequently. Every time, Wanda had battered knees and bruised shins, but the rest of her body was remarkably untouched. Whoever her soulmate was, he or she must be a soccer player, she'd figured. She and Pietro used to stare at her bruised knees and wonder what her soulmate was like. "Not careful with their knees, that's for sure." Seventeen year-old Wanda groused as she nursed the latest bruise, lying on her tattered orphanage blanket. But then, when Wanda was twenty, the constant bruises stopped. Whoever he or she was, Wanda's soulmate had quit playing soccer.
Darcy loved soccer, starting when she was twelve. Loved it. She spent every spare moment practicing with her four brothers, which meant getting pushed around a lot. She'd fallen on her knees more often than she could count, and had numerous bruises blooming on her shins and knees. She felt a bit guilty, knowing that she had a soulmate out there somewhere, who was now suffering those same injuries, but nothing could stop Darcy from playing soccer. She played in high school, and even got a scholarship to play for a college. When she was twenty, she got an internship for Jane Foster, a scientist, and suddenly Darcy knew that soccer wasn't where her talents were. Science was so much more interesting, and soccer had just fallen to the back burner. Darcy still occasionally played, but never like she used to, and also without the bruises.
Wanda thought her days of enduring needless pain were over. Then she and Pietro signed up for Strucker's experiments, and their powers developed. She received splitting headaches in those first days, when no amount of aspirin would make the pain disappear. She eventually learned to control her powers, and the headaches went away. She couldn't help but wonder what her soulmate must've thought about the chronic headaches and their sudden disappearance. But then the Avengers came, and Pietro and Wanda were so wrapped up in helping Ultron, and then fighting against him, that Wanda's mysterious soulmate was forgotten.
A few years later, Darcy was eating breakfast with Jane when her head suddenly seemed to split in two. A terrible headache like she'd never know split her skull, and Darcy knew it was because of her soulmate. The headaches were chronic, and continued off and on for a year. Darcy was relieved when they finally stopped, thinking maybe her soulmate had gotten the hint and was taking aspirin. Then Thor came, and life was too exciting to think about a soulmate out there with chronic head pain.
After Pietro's death, Wanda spent her nights wandering the halls of the Avengers headquarters, trying to keep the nightmares and the guilt at bay. "Hey, you're Wanda, right?" Wanda turned toward the source of the voice and saw a pretty girl smiling at her. Not just any pretty girl, but Darcy Lewis, who was Jane Foster's intern, and in turn knew Thor. She was here with Jane, visiting. Wanda smiled shyly back. Darcy then tried to pour herself some coffee, but accidentally spilled it all over herself. With a hiss of pain, she shoved her hand under the sink, before noticing that Wanda was cradling her hand as if it was burnt. The two women looked each other in the eyes, and Wanda just knew. "You're my-" She said, shocked. "Yeah. I guess so." Darcy said, grinning as she nursed her burnt hand under the cold water. "My name's Darcy." "Wanda. Want to go get some real coffee with me?" "You bet."
A few years passed, and Darcy had decided to visit Avenger headquarters with Jane. Get away from all of the drama and just relax, well, as much as one could with the Avengers. She was making coffee in the kitchen, Stark's crappy coffee, when she heard soft footsteps behind her. She turned, and smiled at the beautiful girl in front of her. Wanda Maximoff, whose twin had recently died. Darcy then tried to pour herself some coffee, but accidentally spilled it all over herself. With a hiss of pain, she shoved her hand under the sink, before noticing that Wanda was cradling her hand as if it was burnt. The two women looked each other in the eyes, and Darcy felt like she'd been hit by lightning. A huge grin split her face, stretching from ear to ear. "You're my-" She said, shocked. "Yeah. I guess so." Darcy said, still watching Wanda with a smile. "My name's Darcy." "Wanda. Want to go get some real coffee with me?" "You bet."