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Achievement 1: Coulson and Frosted Diabetes

"Tell me what to do about you

I already know I can see in your eyes

When you're selling the truth

'Cause it's been a long time coming

So where you running to?

Tell me what to do about you
You got your way of speaking

Even the air you're breathing

You could be anything

But you don't know what to believe in

You got the world before you"

-Demi Lovato 'What To Do'

In the history of dumbest actions anyone had ever taken in the world such as the one time Hitler decided to repeat Napoleon's actions, and Napoleon repeated invading Russia twice, Darcy Lewis, brunette goddess of tasers -self-proclaimed, of course- coffee-enthusiast, natural walking wonder of the world, and Jane Foster's personal helping minion during the Thor crisis, believed strongly that she was the walking epitome of looking gift horses in the mouth and promptly running in the opposite direction.

Maybe she received it from her mother's strong repulsion of ever being handed anything that she felt she had not earned or things being given because she seemed pitiable, or perhaps her father's wish for Darcy to never feel like she couldn't do better on her own as if Darcy deserved the best no matter what as long as she put her heart into whatever she chose to do. Either way, Darcy had a history of seeing things as too good to be true, or with reasons unknown to her behind them, and thus, refused a lot of things altogether, even if when those things might be opportunities that she needed. (Such as when the star quarterback in her freshman year of high school had asked her to the senior prom and she said no. Though to her regrets later on, she found out that they had tricked another girl, Maria Naples, who sat in the back of the class, hid behind long hair and braces, got straight as, and thoroughly embarrassed enough to miss her own graduation that year.)

She had honestly been trying her best to get away from turning down a good thing, eventually growing into the woman she was at the current moment. (It was mostly on the precipice when she was staring down the "Intern wanted for 6 College Credits!" that Darcy took her opportunity to go against the grain of her normal routine of not taking opportunities that seemed almost surreal. 'Hey, everyone had to start somewhere,' she reasoned.)

When scared though, Darcy knew she would revert back, despite any strong urge to stay the new girl who would seize the day, opposed to the socially-awkward non-filtered mess that thought silver-plated dishes were catch-22s waiting to happen. Perhaps that's why she was frightened more and more as her internship ended and she was getting closer to her graduation date in December.

Darcy hadn't been sure what she should be afraid of honestly, just that she was. Her hand had shook when she wrote out the addresses and signed each of her graduation invitations (all five of them), even making sure to send Thor one through Jane and Erik's base of operations in Puento Aguilo.

She should not have been too surprised when she got three generic cards, the ones no one really puts any effort into finding, with written messages that confirmed she would not have anyone in the early graduation ceremony's audience. All of them with fevered excuses that Darcy could only roll her eyes at. (After the third card, an apology in Jane's tiny and barely eligible scrawl, Darcy had gone out and gotten so pissed drunk that she was sure that she had come home in a very not-hers outfit, in fact when she woke up from whatever wasted one night stand she had taken along for a drunken ride, she had been wearing lingerie out of her price range for who could own green lace lingerie with golden under-lacing with a designer tag that would have sold alone for up to thousands.)

Darcy Lewis shrugged it off after that night, forgoing the misfortune of friends that couldn't come, and parents that

were unable to leave her baby sister alone nor the time to take off work. (She understood after all that it was more the economy and all that generic jazz that they had been spouting off the news networks for the past few years. ) She chose to work hard in her last semester instead, being simple proud enough of her own work to walk for her own self.

So when it came to the tiny ceremony with only four other people getting their diplomas, Darcy was surprised to see one Agent Coulson in the audience of twelve people. There was no way she would have missed him even with a hundred other people in the crowd though. He was too impeccably dressed and his manner was all too much business to have him be anything but amongst a crowd of twelve family members for the other graduates. The man, himself, was steel, unbending and straight, despite the pressure of people around him.

She almost had her doubts that the SHIELD agent was there for her. (Maybe the early-education teacher, paramedic, nurse, or the lumberjack chef that she had briefly dated in her freshman year when they both took Early Civ. was his main priorities.) She had almost convinced herself that the agent was not there for her when she had her name called and walked over to the small podium where the dean stood. When she shook the dean's hand, taking a moment to glance out to the crowd, she saw the agent smiling his enigmatic smile and clapping lightly. Her lips opened and she spoke accidently into the microphone on the dean's lapel as he went to pose with her for a picture.

"Oh, shit." She thought she hadn't said the words out loud but the loud chortle from the crowd made her feel shame at not being able to close her mouth at the most appropriate time to do so. Agent Coulson even had the balls to smirk at her as her cheeks became enflamed. There was no mistaking now just how much in the rabbit hole Darcy Lewis was in. They hadn't sent some second-rate suit to come and see her graduation. They had sent Coulson, who as far as she knew it, was one of the agents that seemed to take everything in stride with his scary smile, that only made Darcy feel squeamish at perhaps what that smile had seen.

Then again, Darcy had a very active imagination, but as far as SHIELD was concerned with her, her rules included anything could happen with them. (They had stolen her very brand new iPod after all and all of Jane's research.) As soon as she sat down from walking to the dean and getting her certificate, the taser-toting brunette set herself to thinking on just why they would send Coulson to her measly ceremony. She knew better than to think he was there just for the crappy cake they served at the pseudo-party. She definitely hoped that he hadn't seen the miscellaneous amount of Agent Coulson pictures photo-shopped on different celebrities that she had put on the web a month ago. Most of all, she really hoped that Coulson wasn't going to kill her for knowing too much. (She was always the wrong person at the wrong time that said the wrong thing, something Jane had always rolled her eyes at as if Darcy didn't understand cosmic rules of shutting her mouth when it was right to do so instead of letting her mind override her common sense as it oft wanted to do and did in earnest.)

When the last words of the graduation had resounded from the dean's mic, Darcy's blue eyes darted to each of the exits, intent on escape, forgetting the frosted diabetes awaiting her in the small reception area that she had earlier been all too happy to get at, and almost was daydreaming about. However, she had paused for too long it seemed and when her eyes returned to in front of her; there was Agent Coulson's blank smile right in front of her face, watching her reaction. She blinked at him owlishly for a moment before her mouth opened with her common sense being overridden as usual.

"Hey! Uh, no gods here today...or aliens, or other things! Totes!" She knew that somewhere, someone thought she was an elegant creature, like a gazelle in the African savannah of what her life was, at the words she spoke were so amazing. They, not really existing, were also probably lunatics who ate ice cream for every meal, didn't gain any weight, and could drink four large red bulls and a triple bypass burger without death as a consequence. There were also not gods of any sort because she just realized she was describing the Asgardians down to a fault, though she almost couldn't picture Sif really eating ice cream at every meal. Despite that Darcy spoke in a language that resembled English purple written, Coulson's raised blonde eyebrow was her only answering reply for a few moments, mostly nerve-wracking, filled with a background of people leaving the room on some sort of cue it seemed. (Maybe her graduation was a SHIELD flash mob getting ready to dance to LMFAO's Party Rock Anthem.)

"Miss Lewis, I believe you have the wrong idea for why I am here." Coulson smiled to what Darcy must have guessed was the smile before he would take her out to the parking lot and stash her body in a ditch for knowing too much. The agent gestured to the chair, waiting for her to notice. "Please take a seat."

:3 Please review. This will also be on under the same title in the Thor and 2 Broke Girls sections. It is a basic cross over.

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