274. "They who meet on an April night are forever lost in love, if there's moonlight all about and there's no moon above." - E.Y. – ft. Darcy Lewis/Pietro Maximoff, + Dr Jane Foster

April first.

It's usually a fun day for Darcy – she could really get into her April Fools pranks.

Unfortunately, it seems that all the things she had planned would have to wait. The Avengers were out fighting, and Darcy had to focus on keeping Jane safe from the doombots trying to destroy the tower, and all its occupants. Jane seemed to be a special target, and that made Darcy panic, because they weren't trying to kill her, only kidnap her. But they had targeting systems.

And she was sort of putting herself in the line of fire.

"Thor!" She tried calling for her lightning bro for what seemed to be the hundredth time – he wasn't reliable, like at all – before diving out of the way of another round of bullets, while simultaneously keeping close to the fridge where Jane was hiding – it was bulletproof, for reasons that included a story about the Black Widow and Scarlet Witch, their homemade lymonnyk and vasina torta, and Tony firing at a stray doombot from a previous fight and accidentally blowing up the kitchen.

Another doombot then decided to fly into the tower.

"Stupid Avengers! You're supposed to stop them from getting in!" Darcy screamed, before once more ducking out of the way of a spray of bullets. Once it stopped, she went to stand again, wishing she'd gotten out of her pyjamas that morning and decided to wear a sports bra over the top of her wired one as her balance wobbled. And deodorant, she added lightly – don't blame her, it had been over eleven hours since the doombots started their little protest, she'd not had a chance to do anything other than run about. On the other hand, she'd been running about all day – maybe she'd finally lost those fourteen and a half pounds she'd put on since she left Student Debt Equals No Food.

But then the second doombot started firing.

The only thing that saved her was the flash of blue.

Sucking in a breath, Darcy looked up at her saviour. "Quicksilver! Jane's in the fridge!"

He gave her a funny face, "Why is she in the fridge?" He sounds just like Wanda, Darcy thought, before he disappeared in a blur, returning with Jane in less than five seconds. "Come on, we must go – FRIDAY, where do I take them?"

"Take the stairwell three floors down to the Hulk panic-room, Mr Maximoff." The doombots turned the corner, starting to fire. Another flash later, they were in the stairwell, Quicksilver barring the door with a super-speed back inside to retrieve a fishing rod. Darcy wanted to wonder why there was a fishing rod in Avengers, but they were in a bit of a hurry right now.

"Jump on my back," he said to her. Darcy would have protested, saying she could rush down stairs just fine, but he didn't give her a choice, swinging her onto his back then picking up Jane as Darcy's legs and arms wrapped around him on reflex, speeding down to what was hopefully the Hulk containment floor.

Once they were there, Quicksilver put them down, opening the panic-room with a speedily typed passcode, rushing them in.

"I will be back," he assured them, meeting Darcy's eyes. Darcy nodded, not able to help trailing her eyes up and down his figure – he's freaking Adonis – before noticing he was doing the same to her. Grinning, she winked at him, feeling a fluttering in her stomach.

"I know you will, Dash."

He grinned back at her, and Darcy knew she was a goner.