A chapter in which I am a horrible person (but technically, it's Darcy; although I did come up with it).

THERE ARE ALSO ALOT OF THOUGHTS! So I sincerly hope that it doesn't get annoying for anyone... Plus theres a little bit of language ahead... And Darcy has a schizophrenic moment (don't we all?).

Anywho, I hope you all enjoy, and please review

See ya!

~D.o.t.B.

Fuck…

They were… A god.

That made this situation very serious, very fast.

Which meant that me and Jane were screwed over.

Wait, Jane…?

"JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!"

(heh, I kinda forgot about her…)

With all the energy I had left combined with everything I was worth I ran as fast as I possibly could towards the tank car, all while screaming Jane's name. No, this wasn't a pleasant little jog, this was 'THE A-TACO-LIPS IS COMING' run that pushed me to the limit and kept pushing me. I ran with my everything; she had to know what I know and she had to know it now.

(But now I finally had a soundtrack.)

I believe the world is burning to the ground. Oh well, I guess we're gunna find out.

Let's see how far we've come, Let's see how far we've come.

I believe it all is coming to an end. Oh well, I guess we're gunna pretend.

Let's see how far we've come, Let's see how far we've come.

…

"Darcy, what's wrong?" Jane's watching me with widened and wild brown eyes. I've been running so hard all I can do is pant, lungs expanding and demanding air to fill the extra space, this leaves no room for an answer, so I point to the crater and shake my head back in forth.

'No, no Jane, the crater. There's no meteor, a meteor didn't cause that.'

Of course, she doesn't understand that. Who could? This makes her mouth flap up and down, greedily to ask for answers that I can't give, not right now anyway.

But we have to keep moving towards answers.

I run to the tank car and grab the emergency phone we have hammered into the back doors; trembling, my thumb crushes against speed dial. Listening to the random beepy noises I know that I am that much closer; I can feel that I am that much closer.

"Hello? Foster, Lewis, is this you?" Agent Coulson's may as well have been God himself.

I tried to catch my breath as best as I could, to explain both to Coulson as well as Jane what the hell was going on, 'cuz I'll be damned if they're not confused right now.

"Ca-ca-crat-tur… N-n-not… Mete…eor… G-god…"

"There's a god there, at the crash site; is that what you're trying to tell me?"

"N-not god. God-d's arm…or… God's… Armor… Artifact."

"We'll be right out."

…

The people who work at S.H.I.E.L.D. are super effective.

(It's kind of scary.)

In less than fifteen minutes they knew where we were, drove out a dozen of their agents in fancy pants cars, flew out five giant omega big black official looking helicopters, created a crazy looking perimeter complete with barbed wire and sniper posts, built on the spot scientist labs, and constructed twelve port-y-potties.

Like I said, they're really effective… And pretty scary.

(These people are not human…)

And then there's me and Jane, sitting in a metaphoric corner, watching it all happen like kids watching pet tigers being feed at a zoo. Both mystified and terrified.

(Personally I'm scared that if I draw attention to myself they'll rip me apart.)

So of course Jane wants to help.

(I'm friends with her again… why?)

So that leaves me, alone, drowning in a whirlpool of thoughts.

(Like being flushed down a toilet… of my mind.)

(Hey that could be a Christopher Nolan movie.)

(He directed 'Inception', right?)

(Yea, yea he did. That movie's a mind fuck.)

(Guy in the suit was hot though.)

(Too bad he hooked up with Ellen Page.)

(Leonardo DiCaprio wasn't even that hot in that.)

(But he was hot in 'Romeo and Juliet'.)

(The people in that movie talked funny though.)

(Talked funny like Thor did.)

That caused an image of Thor and Jane pop out of nowhere.

(Ew.)

(Mentally scarred now.)

(I think I'll get a drink later.)

(Wait, it's not Saturday yet.)

It's Saturday somewhere.

(NO IT'S NOT.)

Aaaaaand 'sigh'.

This really is kind of all my fault.

O random probably super mega foxy hot Nordic god, please forgive me.

I am the reason that you are now roaming the desert of New Mexico, without food or water.

(Oh man if they die I am sooooooooooooooooo screwed…)

For you see, O random sexy stranger, I am the one who talked Jane Foster out of driving to your rescue; if not for me, you would be safe and secure, with all the food and water that you could consume and drink until your little heart's desire.

But sadly that was not to be.

'But why,' you may ask 'Why Darcy Lewis, why did you stop the mighty Jane from saving me?'

The answer is simple, my dear starving friend:

I was tired and wanted to go home.

'But I am tired,' you plead to me 'And I too want to go home. And even though my home now rests beyond the stars, I was hoping that I could have made your home my own, and we could have shared the shelter; if you would have saved me I would have been so sincerely grateful!'

But that did not happen, and there is no way to change the past, stranger.

'But why?' you yell, saddened by your fate, 'Why do you do this to me Darcy?'

Because it is the only way that I can.

'But what have I done to deserve so terrible a fate as this?' tears streaming down your face.

Absolutely nothing.

And to my knees you crumble.

There there, there there.

I grab your in my hands, a glimmer of hope sparkles in your watered eyes.

And then, with upmost cruel intent, I eat your beautiful tears fresh from your face.

Now you know only the end waits, and all of your hope for life is dead.

"Ms. Lewis, how are you feeling?"

"I'M GOING TO HELL." Bursting into tears I unceremoniously launch myself onto Agent Coulson and cling to him like a baby bat does to it's mother.

"Ms. Lewis… Ms. Lewis, I'm sure you're not going to hell…"

"YOU DON'T KNOW THAT FOR SURE." I pull back and adamantly I nod my head back and forth in a positive 'no' force, Coulson fights back a shiver at my scrunched up tear streamed face. Ugh, I must be such a mess, my mascara's probably everywhere; I look like a clown.

(Which is probably a good thing since I'm such a joke anyway.)

And with all these self destructive thoughts I cry even harder, and there I go again; two broken halves of the Titanic soon to sink into the dark blue abyss of Coulson's formal navy blue jacket.

And I just kind of stay like that. I'm not really sure how long.

(Coulson smells like Old Spice.)

Eventually he tries to shake me, or at least I assume he does, and I stayed glued.

I haven't cried on a guy in a while. It's quite therapeutic actually.

He tries again, and this time I budge, if only a little bit.

But now he's holding my shoulders, his face empathetic.

"Darcy, get a hold of yourself. We just need to walk around a little bit, and then you can keep crying, okay? Everything's going to be alright. You are not. Going. To. Hell." He can be a surprisingly reassuring person when he's not slapping orders in the face.

With sniffles and a boat of courage I gather the broken shards of my mental state, and walk with Coulson to where ever the hell he's taking me. I don't really know. And I'm not really paying attention either.

All I know is that we got in a car. And then he's shaking my shoulders.

"We're back at base; do you want to come in?"

"…Yesss…" I watch him from sleep shaded eyes.

"Then you need to get up and walk. I'm not carrying you." His words are mean to my tired mind, yet I understand his meaning. I wouldn't carry anyone either.

"But Coooooolson…. That takes efffurt…" And like magic he pulls me out of the car.

But he doesn't carry me. Instead he keeps me up with one of his arms and helps me walk.

And yea, I still don't know where we're going…

It's only until we get close to the front door when I realize we're going to my house. And then we're in my house, and I think he used a key (again I wasn't paying attention) so he really could have teleported us in for all I know. Dragging me over to the couch he lays me down and goes to the shelf where I keep all my DVDs, where he grabs one and goes to turn on the TV and DVD player. Once it's on he puts the movie he selected in, and makes movements towards the door.

"Byyyyyyyyyyyye Couls. You're a nice robot…"

"Thank you. Good bye Darcy."

'The Proposal' starts up with Ryan Reynolds and I'm so happy I almost cry.

And I do cry, but it's because of how completely alone I am.