Disclaimer: This is a work of Fan Fiction, and I in no way own rites to or make a profit from the recognizable characters herein. (That sounds all professional and shit huh). Anyway the MCU and Marvel Comics stuff isn't mine I'm just having fun with it.
AN: Darcy/Fury soulmate fic. Pretty much my favorite unusual pairing in the MCU.
Darcy Lewis was in a place she shouldn't be, doing things she shouldn't be doing. Not that it concerned her. Nor did the fact that the place and those things were in top secret SHIELD headquarters. Jane and Erik were busy doing the SCIENCE! And Darcy was bored. After the alien invasion Jane was asked to assist Erik in identifying and classifying alien tech found in the wreckage, and where Jane goes so goes the lowly coffee minion. Unfortunately Darcy's mind worked only with soft science of the political variety so she was of no use in the labs right now, which meant she needed something to do. So in true Darcy fashion she'd gone exploring. She'd somehow managed to slip past all of the baby agents and ride a restricted elevator down to the dungeons, actually it was a sublevel basement for weaponry, but whatever.
Jane had warned Darcy not to go poking into things and getting into trouble. Except Darcy was on a Motherfucking ADVENTURE! For SCIENCE! Jane for SCIENCE! All emphasis necessary, because it always made Jane sigh in exasperation and leave Darcy alone. Minutes after finding the sublevel basement for weaponry Darcy started peeking into heavy metal boxes. There were a lot of really cool, and terrifying, looking weapons in those. One box in particular caught her eye. It was relatively small in comparison to the others, which had all been nearly as tall as she was, and this held only one gun. Or, at least she thought it was a gun. It was definitely alien, cause it looked like the stuff Jane and Erik were examining in the labs. This was obviously not something the Director of SHIELD needed them to identify. She couldn't resist pulling it from the box, grunting only a little at its weight. For a such a small gun it was surprisingly heavy. It was only about as big as a sawed off shotgun, and despite its weight it fit nicely in her hands. Darcy, unbeknownst to pretty much everyone, knew guns and knew how to use them. Except for this one since it didn't seem to have a trigger, there was nothing she could find that even remotely looked like it would make the thing fire. She was determined to figure it out. Until she got busted that is.
"Put down the alien tech." the Director, Nick Motherfucking Fury, growled all sexy intimidation.
"Say please." Darcy smiled cheekily. He'd just said her words, and she wasn't the least bit disappointed in who her soulmate turned out to be.
"Motherfucker." Nick on the other hand seemed to be. Darcy just giggled.
"Does this mean I get better clearance?" she asked.
"Motherfucker."
