***Author's Note: Trigger warning for this chapter. Self Harm and suicide are mentioned. Sorry if this spoils anything, I just figured it would better to let you guys know.***

Steve saw Banner's eyes widen as he stepped in the lab, the hitch in his throat expelling.

"Come get her on the table then go grab that basin on the shelf." Bruce ordered starting to grab supplies to stop the bleeding. Working with care, trying to avoid gazing in her eyes, Bruce studied the blood oozing from her feet trying to determine where he should begin. Returning with the basin, Steve joined across from the man ready to assist.

"Darcey I need to know what you did tonight, how much did you drink, have you eaten anything? I need to know if I have to pump your stomach. No, no, no, I'm sorry sweetie you can't sleep right now." The anxious doctor pleaded, smoothing her hair and turning her to face him. All he got was incoherent muttering and more tears from her red ringed eyes.

"Bruce we need to get her stomach pumped now, Jarvis told me on the way up she drank a fifth of vodka. That would be enough to knock Natasha on her ass." Tony announced as he rushed into the room, sending his suit away.

"Shit, grab me those tubes over there and help me get her prepped. Steve I'm not gonna have time to numb her properly so I'm gonna need you to hold her down." Bruce requested, driving his hair out of his face and attempting to keep composure. Falling in place while they prepped, Steve got Darcy lying flat on the table and pulled her hair away from her face. Having a nurse for a mother, he knew that the next few hours were gonna be touch and go even once they got the poison out of her stomach. Running his hand down her arm in an attempt to comfort not only the disconnected woman, but himself as well, Steve was startled to come away with blood on his hands. Ripping up her black sleeve, a sudden wave of nausea flooded his system as he stared at the deep gashes and the piece of glass still stuck in one. He had never seen ones this straight and the angle they were at suggested... sucking in his breath he struck an arm out and gripped Tony's arm so fast the man flinched.

"Cap what the hell are- oh fuck, Darce..." Tony dropped off.

"Move, so we can get started gu-" and upon seeing what the men were staring at immediately turned and drove a hand into the wall. Breathing deep, forehead pressed against the wall, Banner clenched and unclenched his hands but miraculously drove down the green that had started to flood his skin. Both men stared in relief.

"Hold her down, NOW. We are getting this done, she is not fucking going this way." the doctor demanded, ignoring a tear flowing down his cheek.

The whole process of getting her stomach pumped, removing the glass from her pale skin, and stitching up what parts they didn't think would close on their own took over 3 hours. Darcy had passed out somewhere around the 2 hour mark, bellowing at the ceiling as they dug out a particularly deep piece of glass. Bruce had maintained his sanity through the whole procedure, despite a few stubborn tears that he wiped on his arm. Neither Tony or Steve knew what was running through the silent man's head, or at least had the common decency to remain quite through the procedure.

"Bruce, do you have any idea why we found Darce this way? As long as I've known her she's not given any signs to point to this level of darkness." Steve asked the grey man as he collapsed in a chair next to the doctor.

Banner was quiet for a moment, dueling with his mind on how to begin. Sighing and leaning down further in his chair, he met Steve's eyes and began.

"A few months ago, I caught Darcy in my lab searching though the medications. I stayed quiet long enough to figure out that she was looking for Nembutal ... which is the drug they use in certain states to perform a 'death with dignity'. It causes respiratory arrest in a large dose. She dropped it the minute she saw me and just looked me in the eyes, in a way I've known too many times in the past. The eyes give it away, you know. The people appearing the happiest on the outside are usually the most tormented on the inside. I should have stopped her that day, told SHIELD she needed to be placed in therapy, Jarvis to watch her, but I let my own past hold me back. I could have prevented all of this." the grieving man said into his palms.

Steve attempted to process this window into Darcy's world, driving his brain to remember some of Sam's patients he had spoken to him about in the past. The things they had done to themselves, the nights spent drinking with Sam after he had gotten calls telling him he had lost another veteran to the abyss. He dwelled on the months spent trying not to sleep after a particularly bad dream involving Bucky, and the pain of losing Peggy to cancer that still hadn't subsided. He, as well as every other Avenger, was so internally tormented they couldn't see a fellow so close to the edge even though it was mirrored in her sapphire eyes.

"She's should be in the clear soon, I'm gonna call Pepper give her an update. I already instructed Jarvis to get the clean up crew up to her apartment in the morning. Bruce, I got it from here. You look like you're about to keel over." Stark said to the pale man. Banner nodded and shuffled off to rest, the other men knowing how much energy was used keeping the Other Guy from making an appearance earlier.

"I hacked the SHIELD database... they had info on her family's death. Why the hell did no one mention it to us? I don't even think she told Jane, let alone anyone else. What did they gain keeping this quiet?" Tony breathed.

Steve turned to look at the small woman hooked up to tubes and covered in bandages, swallowing his shame. He saw Darcy on almost a daily basis and yet he was no closer to knowing her. Yeah he knew that she liked Chinese food, blasting her music at 2 am, and drank coffee like it was water, but he was no closer to knowing the actual person behind the mask. How much of her personality was exaggerated to cover up her secret?

"Hey Tin Man go get some sleep, I'm not gonna be able to go to bed any time soon. We'll have a discussion with Fury in the morning to find out what the hell is going on." Steve suggested.

"Language, Cap" Tony jeered before checking her monitors and waving goodnight with a frown etched in face.

Steve moved his chair by Darcy's side to keep an eye on the screens steadily notifying him that her vitals were normal. Thus the world was oblivious to the tears that shed down his cheeks, the first since he watched Bucky fall to his death.

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