Authors Note: Hi, just a warning that things get a little violent for Darcy in this chapter. If violence is a trigger or against your personal beliefs please do not read.

"Do you like frisbee?" Darcy doesn't know why but it's the first thing that comes to mind as she watches him watching her. After days in the lab with Jane and now being kidnapped, she just couldn't take all the suspense. Of course he doesn't say anything, just stares at her with those cold blue eyes like he'd been doing for the past half hour since she came to handcuffed to a rusting metal chair (at least she thinks it's been half an hour, she'd never really been good at time management).

"Personally I hate it, I mean what better con than to get people to chase after a flying circle right? I mean what's the goal, hey watch me catch this flat curved piece of plastic- it's such a challenge. Sha right! But I was just wondering cuz ya know, you've got that spiffy bionic arm, you look like you could be into a lot of ultimate sports on the weekends, not that you'd get those kinds of muscles just playing Frisbee, but still. And hey, maybe you go to a lot of bench pressing competitions here and there, who knows ya know?" That got her a slightly raised eyebrow on an otherwise expressionless face. Score one for the captive!

She shrugged, as much as she could while handcuffed to a chair. "I mean, you can like Frisbee if you want to, I'm not telling you not to. It's your choice man. But as your new bestie –yeah I mean me, why are you looking at me like that? Dude we got shocked by the same tase stream, we're like lightening bros now- that's like blood brothers only I'm not a dude and it's less icky with all the gross blood and stuff. So really it's better than blood brothers. Oh and I totally already have a lightening bro, but it's cool. We watch soaps together and everything. Anyways as I was saying, it's cool if you like Frisbee but as your new bestie I will definitely introduce you to sports much more worth your time. Like Mario Cart, that's way competitive and you seem like the type who'd want to be the best."

His other eyebrow rose, yet he somehow managed to both look murdery and bored at the same time. Darcy was not deterred. "Wow, how do you make those murderously calm facial expressions like that? Could you teach me? I would so own that dude down at the café near Jane's lab that won't stop staring at my chest and 'accidentally' leaning into my personal space across the counter because the change 'slipped' through his fingers. The weirdo." One eyebrow went down at that. She was making progress.

"So, when are you bustin me out? No seriously, don't give me that look. You can do whatever the hell you want; you don't have to listen to them. And since we've become friends-yes we're friends, don't you give me that micro face scrunch- , friends don't let friends stay kidnapped. So when are we bustin out? Cuz off the top of my head I can think of like 20 better jobs for you than super henchman. Number one is buff florist-flowers are pretty to look at and it's a calm environment." She was overjoyed when she saw the corner of his mouth twitch.

The door to her tiny cell opened suddenly and bionic arm man's barely slightly micro expressive face shut down completely as he straightened from his lean against the wall. Uh oh, Darcy thought, looks like the fun's over.

A rail thin man in a suit and tie entered. He looked average, like he worked in an office somewhere. Darcy immediately did not like this man. There was cruelty in his eyes and stance. "Ah, Miss Lewis such a pleasure to finally meet you. Let's have a lovely little chat shall we?" His attention briefly shifted to the silent sentry in the room without taking his eyes off of her. "You are no longer needed Soldier, begin your next mission."

Darcy only saw it because she was watching him over the thin guy's shoulder; Soldier hesitated briefly. But apparently her soon to be interrogator had eyes in the back of his head because he turned to face the soldier then. "Is there a problem you'd like to address, Soldier?"

Soldier didn't say anything, just walked out of the room. Twizzle stick turned back to Darcy as he pulled a phone from his suit pocket, pressed a button, and spoke. "Soldier may need to be wiped. He hesitated after given an order. Watch him closely."

Wiped? They were gonna kill the guy over one little miniscule pause? Jeez, these people are cold blooded, Darcy thought. She felt a little bad that she'd maybe gotten "Soldier" in trouble by talking to him nonstop, but she also felt a little joyed that maybe she'd gotten to him a little. If she could just get him back in the room with her before they did anything to him, maybe she could warn him about it thus bringing him completely over to Team Darcy. And she needed to figure out a way to get ahold of Twizzle's phone too.

Of course Darcy was distracted by her own thoughts so much so that she hadn't realized that Twizzle had finished his phone conversation/murder plans and placed his undivided attention on her. She flinched inside when she looked up into those murky brown eyes of his. This was someone who could really make her hurt, and enjoy the process as he did it.

"Here is how it's going to be Miss Lewis; you are to answer my questions honestly and quickly." As he spoke the door opened and three lackeys trooped in carrying a chair, a desk, and a car battery with jumper cables and a dial attached. "If you need a moment to answer at length, you will be given exactly two minutes to gather your thoughts. You will tell me what I want to know. You will mind." Yep, she definitely didn't like him.

As they attached the jumper cables to the back and bottom of her chair Darcy's mouth did what it did best in stressful situations. Ran. Sarcastically. "Aww, come on freaky kidnapper dude, you know I don't know anything. I know I don't know anything. Just ask my boss- oh wait you can't, you dumbasses kidnapped the wrong person. I was just around for comic relief and semi habitual feedings. Ha, I'm worth nothing; sucks to be you."

Twizzle simply smiled, ratcheting her fear up even farther into the stratosphere. She was in deep shit. He leaned forward and twisted the dial. "Let's begin shall we."

Darcy could not reply, too busy reacting to the electricity jolting through her body.

Back in the destroyed lab Jane paced in front of a worried Thor. "We've got to get her back Thor. We have to, because it's Darcy. She's the best assistant I've ever had. She stayed, she didn't have to but she did. She took care of me. She's my best friend." She stopped abruptly wiping tears from her face. "She knows all of my work. Oh god, she knows all of my work and she's Darcy."

Thor placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I am sure Darcy would not willingly give away the secrets to your life's work."

Jane turned to face him, "That's just it Thor. She won't. It's Darcy, loyal sarcastic Darcy. The bigger and more intrusive the questions get, the sassier she's going to get. She doesn't react well to threats or authority."

Thor pulled her into a hug. "Do not worry, we will find her in time. Lady Darcy is strong, all will not be lost."

Agent Coulson finished his low toned conversation across the room with his associate, Agent May. He approached them with a face set in stone. "I've got the footage from our secondary feeds. Our tech specialist just finished piecing it together." Thor and Jane crowded around him as he held up his phone screen.

They could see Darcy dragging Jane away from her desk as the building shook and the ceiling fell in. Jane growled as she watched Darcy administer the duct tape gag and shove her into the closet. Then she gasped in fear as she watched Darcy pull her taser out of her hoodie pocket and drop two men who had just come down from the hole above and aim for a third, a large man with a metal arm. But something went wrong as the probes latched onto his arm, Darcy was shocked as well. She fell to the floor losing her grip on the electrical device, the last man she'd tased going down with her. The others cautiously approached her, one man kicking the taser from her limp hand while another spoke into an ear piece . "Bringing her in, we'll be mobile shortly. We've got injured with us…. Yes sir, Soldier as well… affirmative. Yes sir."

The man turned and promptly shot the two unconscious men on the floor. He then took a vial from his tactical vest and stepped over to the man with the metal arm. "Secure the prisoner, get ready for transport," he called over to the others as he held the vial under the man's nose.

He snapped awake, quickly and efficiently getting to his feet. The leader pointed towards the now dead bodies. "Clean them up, get rid of them. Then meet us back at ops."

The man with the arm glanced over to Darcy, who was now handcuffed and hanging unconscious over another operative's shoulder. As if answering his question, the leader stated, "Boss wants information, she has it. Wouldn't wanna be her when Mannic gets over to her."

The metal armed man shook his head and walked over to pick up both of the dead men. He followed the rest of the men plus Darcy out of the lab.

Jane was crying again, Thor trying to comfort her and hold back his own anger. They had taken someone precious to him, a sister of his heart much like Sif was. They would pay dearly.

Steadying Jane against his side he turned to Coulson. "I'm calling in the team Son of Coul. They would greatly help me in the quest to save the Lady Darcy."

Agent Coulson nodded grimly. "I figured as much. Unfortunately Agent May and I have been called away to an urgent matter, otherwise we would stay and help. Though I'm sure with three geniuses, two master spies, a master tactician, and yourself at your disposal, you will find Miss Lewis in time. I would appreciate if you didn't mention my status to the team; I feel it would be best explained face to face." As Thor nodded his understanding he turned to Jane and produced a card containing a single phone number. "Call me with whatever you need. I sent the footage to your phone so you can show the rest of the team. Hopefully they can shake something loose from it. I'm sorry we can't stay to help you more on this, good luck." He and agent May left the destroyed room.

Jane watched Thor as he crossed the room and took out the cell phone she had gotten him. Then she remembered she needed to make a phone call as well and started dialing. The other line picked up on the fourth ring. "Eric its Jane, they took Darcy. Thor's calling in the rest of the Avengers."

Darcy grinned manically around the blood pooling in her mouth and around her teeth. She'd bitten her tongue after the last punch to the face and subsequent electro shock. "You're never going to find her. She moved to another planet. She's not coming back shitheads!"

She knew one of her eyes was swollen shut because she couldn't see out of it. She'd earned that one early on, when asked to state her name for the record she replied with "I'm an animal, vegetable and mineral bitches." Needless to say Twizzle was not impressed.

Darcy lost track of time after he rolled up his sleeves and had a wet sponge in a bucket attached to one of the cables. She received a question and a resulting shock every time.

"Where do you live?"

"The gingerbread house on Drury Lane. I'm sure if you ask real nice the witch will give you some candy."

Zaazap.

"Where were you born?"

"The free state of Fuck You, they have an awesome gift shop."

Zaazaap.

"How did Dr. Foster gain access to the convergence during the event in London?"

"She closed her eyes and wished really reeaally hard."

Zaazaaaap.

They took a break when she started seizing from the electricity and vomiting from the punches she'd received to her stomach and ribs. She knew she wouldn't last much longer at this rate. She passed out multiple times during the torture. That's when they started injecting her with the funky purple liquid. She didn't know what the hell that stuff was but it burned when it hit her veins and seemed to react negatively to the electroshock sessions. That's when she really screamed, it felt like her blood was boiling it hurt so badly.

She prayed for Thor every night. At least she thought it was night, when they finally let up for a few hours. Shivering and seizing until she finally fell into a shallow sleep. Only to be startled awake by the twizzle stick man, who was way stronger than he looked, and set up for more questions and torture. Or torture and questions.

She got lucky on what she guessed was the third day. The old rusted out chair had a thin piece of metal stripping off the bottom close to her left hand and she worked on it every time she could risk it without getting caught. She held that piece clenched in her hand now, waiting for her chance.

She got it when Twizzle leaned into her personal space to taunt her. "You're going to die here if you do not give me any answers-" He was cut off from continuing because Darcy head-butted him. She slipped her secretly freed left hand into his coat pocket while he raised his hands to his bleeding nose, slipped his phone out and placed her hand back into the cuff. She pushed the phone down the back of her pants as best she could through the open space in the back of the chair. Meanwhile Twizzle yelled in angered pain and backhanded her so hard spots danced in front of her eyes.

Her head hurt and she knew she would pay for it, but it was totally worth it. Darcy Lewis was blowin this popsicle stand bitches. Twizzle left the room to tend to his busted nose. She waited until she was sure she was alone before she pulled out the phone behind her back. She'd become a master at blind texting while working for Jane. She could hold a conversation and text under the table without breaking eye contact. Luckily the phone was a similar model to hers. She didn't send a text to Jane's phone though. When Twizzle came back for his phone they would be able to trace it to her. Instead she sent herself an email, sure Jane would find it somehow. Then she dropped the phone and caught it between the backs of her heels, sliding it under the desk in front of her using her foot hoping it would look as if it had fallen out of Twizzle's pocket when he'd recoiled from Darcy's head-butt.

She really hoped Jane was being paranoid about everything and checking Darcy's work email.

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