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Author's Note: This is very short - and I apologize for that and how long the wait has been - I have no excuse, I really don't. Thank to those that review - especially those wanting the next installment. You inspire me and motivate me.
Chapter Seven: Calming Down
"Darcy?" Jane Foster asked peeking around Thor. Thor wouldn't allow her to fully pass until he knew that she would be safe but he was slowly lowering his war hammer. The feline in question snapped her head up from her nuzzling of the Hulk's big hand to peer at the astrophysicist.
"Jane… safe?" she growled out. The Hulk rocked forwards to place his knees on the floor releasing his unbreakable hold on Cat!Darcy. She still sat gently against his legs, but was slowly meandering her way to the floor so she could go check on her wayward scientist. A few last choice snuggles and she was free to make her way across the Avenger's common room to where Thor was still blocking her access to Jane.
The Avengers gathered around the room could only watch in silence as the Cat/Intern went down to her knees and started butting her head against Thor's knees seeking affection. The Hulk began to recede into Banner and the cuddle-seeking cat slowly began to shift back into a girl. A naked girl at that. She'd lost her blanket toga during her mad dash shift. It was Tony Stark, finally setting Pepper to the side and picking said blanket up that approached the little group first.
Darcy flinched into herself and her furred once again attempted to raise as Tony set the blanket it on her shoulders. He immediately took a step back and went to his knees with his hands raised to show he wasn't a danger. Jane had finally had enough and shoved her way around Thor to gather the almost normal looking girl up in her arms.
Darcy finally relaxed and let Jane hug the crap outta her. Now that she was calmer and knew that her Jane was safe – along with her other companions down in the lobby – Darcy's mind was finally kicking back into gear. She was alive. She was safe – and if the strength of Jane's hug was to be believed, she was loved.
Clint Barton was the next person to nudge forward – and he was pleased see that she didn't flinch away from him. "Darce?" he asked with trepidation. She didn't answer. "Come on, Darcifina, lemme see those eyes," he tried next. She looked up from under her bangs and about Jane's arm. Her normally blue eyes were a golden amber and her pupil had shifted into that of a cats. Clint didn't let it phase him however (she still was swishing her tail, so she wasn't 100% back to human yet). Clint let out a watery smile and she chuffed at him, burying her head back into Jane's warmth.
"Of course she'd mad at you, you idiot! You nearly put an arrow into her!" hissed Natasha Romanoff. Clint jerked around to her with wounded eyes. He knew how close he had come to hurting – maybe even killing her. Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson watched on as Jane finally loosened her hold and they began untangling. Maria Hill was helping Bruce Banner into a pair of Yoga pants and Pepper Potts was watching Tony make little 'easy kitty' movements to Darcy. Eric Selvig was munching from the plate of cookies overturned earlier in the chaos.
James Buchannan Barnes finally spoke up. "Do I know you?"
