The Perils of being a Stark

Author: Amboo1979

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Notes: This story will consist of different ratings, T to NC-17. I will always post at the beginning of the chapter the ratings and or warnings. I write for fun and I don't have a beta, so excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes you might see. Reviews always welcome.

Chapter One

She was running. Clint had told her to. He had said that they both would be coming for her and she had better run, so she did. Being a billionaire's daughter sometimes was an occupational hazard, especially if you were the Iron Man's daughter. A heavy sob forced itself from her burning lungs as she ran. Life had been so much simpler when her last name had been Lewis, before her biological father had found out about her and decided that he wanted her in his life. Now her last name was Stark, he had insisted, and she was paying the price for it.

Of course, she couldn't really blame Tony…err…her dad. Being a friend to the God of Thunder was also an occupational hazard it would seem. Even if her name was Lewis, she would still be running because of Thor, because Thor's younger brother hated him. SHEILD had hidden Jane. That's what Fury had told her and Darcy was glad. When she had heard that Loki had come to Earth and had taken Erik, her first thought had been of Jane. What if Loki tried to hurt Jane or worse…kill her?

But SHEILD had the foresight to hide Jane, but unfortunately for Darcy, Loki believed she would be just as good a target to hurt Thor. Clint had also told her that Loki was interested in her computer abilities and of course he found her genius, billionaire father of interest as well. She was glad that Clint had warned her however he was also now chasing her along with the Loki. Clint had managed to fight off Loki's mind control for a few moments after Darcy had hit him with a fire extinguisher. She could see the milky blue trying to form back over Clint's natural blue as his entire body went rigid. He fought and strained against Loki's hold. "Run!" he had said, "I can't fight this for long and I'll come for you, we both will. Go now Darcy…run!"

Darcy's hands flinted over him and his head wound as she cried, desperately trying to figure out how she could help him…to not leave him. Clint grabbed her hard, his fingers digging into her skin and shook her, "Go now damnit!" he roared at her just as his eyes clouded back over. She barely got away from him as he grabbed for her, this time to restrain her. She was currently on the 15th floor of one of the buildings that her father owned. She was also trying to get the bottom floor and out of the building before any of the other tenants were injured by Clint or Loki. This building was lacking in both Jarvis and her father, so she was completely on her own for the moment.

As Darcy moved through the darkened stairwell and yes, she realized how cliché' this was, she wondered if Thor was coming to help. She wondered if he even knew what was going on. Would he even be able to get back to earth after the destruction of whatever bridge Jane and Erik were talking about the day that Thor had disappeared all those months ago? She shook her head, she couldn't think about Thor now, she had to think about all of the other people currently in the building who were in danger just because she was there in the building with them.

Darcy didn't like this. It was too quiet and she had made it down 15 flights of steps unhindered. This was too easy. Was Clint messing with her? No, he wasn't messing with her. He was too taciturn for that. It was Loki, he was messing with her. She knew she was an easy target for a demi god. She clutched her taser in her hand so tightly her hand ached. When she reached the door that would take her out into the back alley, she paused and took a deep breath. She squared her shoulders and raised her taser…after all she had put Thor down; surely she could knock out his younger, smaller brother.

She slowly pushed the door opened and peered outside. She couldn't stop the slight trembling of her hand as she stepped out into the alley. It was already dark out. She let go of the door and jumped as it closed. She whirled around; finger on the trigger, but no one was there. She peered up towards the top of the building. Clint could be anywhere and she would never know he was there. She started to move towards the street where thankfully many people were out and about. It was New York and the city was alive tonight. She started to feel more at ease, like she just might make it back home tonight where she could call Coulson and he would have at least 30 guards around her moving her to a safe house that even her dad couldn't locate in a matter of minutes.

But fate had other plans for Ms. Darcy Stark. She barely had time to register or to even cry out when a hand came around her closing over her mouth and an arm came across her body, forcing her arms down to her side and the taser from her hand. She wiggled against the body as she was lifted off her feet. She tried to use some of the self-defense moves that Clint had taught her thinking how foolish it would be to use these moves on the man who had trained her. However as she struggled, she realized that the arm around her was inhumanly strong. She could also tell that she was being held quite a ways from the ground; whoever held her was much stronger and taller than Clint. It was then that she saw Clint step from the shadows, his expression cold as he stared at the person who held her.

"Do you want me to take her sir?" Clint asked

She heard a soft chuckle in her ear, his warm breath almost caressing her face. "No. I have more pressing matters for you to attend to. I am quite sure that I will be able to keep our little guest entertained while you are away."

Darcy stared at Clint, tears swimming in her eyes and sliding down her cheeks over Loki's hand. Her eyes pleaded at Clint, who paused a moment to look at her before turning away and disappearing back up into the night sky.

"Do not cry little mortal, I can assure you that you are quite safe for the moment."

Darcy tried to ignore the foreboding of his words…safe for the moment…but she did not have long before she heard his soft words whispered against her ear and she was struggling to keep her eyes open. Slowly her eyes closed completely and her head rolled back against his chest as she was rendered unconscious. Loki shifted her body so that she was now in his arms, one arm under her knees, and the other arm under her shoulders. He looked down at the slight sleeping girl in his arms. A slow smirk formed across his features. Oh yes, this was going to be fun indeed. He mused to himself as he and the girl both vanished into the night air.