I am so sorry at how long this took. One of the Third shifters at my job quit so I have to train a new girl. I can't write or work on homework while training as it is "bad form" so I'm behind in everything. I've been averaging about 3.5 hours of sleep per day these days. But I finally got this chapter done. It took a while to because I had to figure out how to set up the order of things at the end of the movie. Like Shwarma happens when their still in their "fightin' swag" so they had to have eaten right after the battle...so what did they do with Loki? That was a big hole that I had to figure out. But it's done...and I'm working on the next chapter right now. It should be done in the next couple days. My new girl's on the last days of training so I can sit on the couch all night and write now while she does all the work :).
Survival Tip #214 - Please follow the directions on all posted signs. If a lab has a notice saying 'Do Not Enter', you really don't want to enter. If Director Fury's office door says the same thing, you want to enter even less.
Survival Tip #222 – Yes, we have a lot of very impressive toys. Just use them wisely.
Survival Tip #477 – The closed circuit TV camera on the Helicarrier are of extremely good quality. We can clearly see who you are and what you are doing in the corridors.
Darcy was like her father in many ways, and one of those key things was the ability to stay cool even in times of high stress. She had the ability to appear as nonchalant as any hardened SHIELD agent, she just typically chose not to; but as the girl made her way back to the room she had to fight the tears threatening to spill over; she had to buck up and put on her Phil face.
Clint had hugged her tight and told her he'd stay but they both knew it was a lie and she couldn't blame him for it. She'd go too. Hell, she wanted him to go. Well, go and kick that God's ass; he'd taken away the most important man in life and had almost taken the second. She quickly wiped the stray tear from her cheek as she walked with purpose back toward her room.
She was staring at the ground in front of her as she walked, following the tiles with her eyes, and narrowly avoiding the cracks when she collided with something…something solid. If she hadn't been gripping said something only 20 minutes earlier crying and feeling her legs collapse beneath her she might have been thrown off, but she recognized the feel of that chest…Steve Rogers.
"Sorry Miss. Lewis," the man stated quickly, glancing at her and giving her a sad smile.
"No, I'm sorry Steve," Darcy sighed, her shoulders falling as she stepped away from him, "I need to pay attention to where I'm going."
"There's nothing to be sorry for ma'am."
"Your uniform's still wet," Darcy sputtered suddenly, disbelief on her face as she looked up at him.
"That's quite all right miss. You were upset," he responded sympathetically.
"You can call me Darcy you know," she replied, her lips turning into a smirk ever so slightly.
"That just wouldn't be polite miss," Steve replied.
"I don't care," Darcy huffed, staring him down, "Call me Darcy."
"Alright Miss. Darcy," Steve replied, a smile gracing his lips ever so slightly at his round-about rebellion.
"Good enough," Darcy shrugged with a scoff, "We'll work on it later. Where you headed?"
"Too get Agent Romanov so we can head to New York; Stark and I determined that was where Loki's going."
"Good. Get that son of a bitch," Darcy stated through gritted teeth.
Steve's eyes went slightly wide at her vulgarity but it disappeared from his face quickly to be replaced with a smile, "Sure thing Miss. Darcy." He nodded his head to her once and moved past her toward the infirmary.
"Make sure to take Clint," Darcy shouted after him, to which he raised his hand above his head and waved it in acknowledgement just before he disappeared around a corner.
Darcy smiled as she made her way toward her room, Steve seemed to have made her feel a little better; not a lot, her dad was still dead, but just enough that she could smile for a second. She knew they'd be heading to New York soon and so she was now heading to her room to hide; she'd decided that by sitting in her room, she could pretend that nothing was actually happening and try to cope with her father's death; a girl can only handle so many things at once.
She'd changed her mind about as soon as she'd gotten there; she really didn't want to think about the reality of the situation. Darcy sighed and wandered around her room stopping to stare out the window at the clouds when the Iron Man suit flew past, the thrusters seeming to flicker out every so often.
"We've got unauthorized departure from Bay 6," the Intercom interrupted, Darcy looking toward the ceiling speaker curiously. She looked back out the window and watched a Quin-Jet only a second behind. Giving a huff, she sprinted from her room toward Command Central; she couldn't hide, she needed to help however she could.
"Darcy," Sitwell shouted urgently from the workstation he was leaning into as she walked through the door.
"What is it?"
"We need to get communications up," he replied, sliding over to give the girl access to the screen. She nodded, pulling out the chair for a seat and getting started, there was no time to waste.
Darcy quickly got basic communications up, meaning she could now pull up and watch media coverage. "TV's up," Darcy shouted, her head turning to Fury, who nodded in understanding. She turned back to the computer and began trying to establish private communications while throwing the live coverage onto the screen beside her. She wasn't sure why she wanted it on the screen since she seemed to be going out of her way to avoid looking at it; it only seemed to make her nervous.
As soon as she had private communications back up she was alerted to an incoming call. How long had they been trying and failing to get through?
"Sir," Maria called out quickly, "The council is on." Darcy's eyes went wide. The council; they normally wouldn't talk to Fury outside the specialized conference room to ensure secrecy. Darcy quickly stood from her spot at the workstation and moved cautiously toward the helm of monitors that Fury was beginning to scowl towards. Well, scowl more than usual anyway.
"Director Fury. The council has made a decision..." One of the councilwomen began flatly; she kind of sounded like that alien director lady from Lilo and Stitch. Damn, now Darcy wanted to watch that.
"I recognize the council has made a decision," Fury replied, interrupting her with a huff, "But given that it's a stupid ass decision, I've elected to ignore it." Fury sounded like he was in disbelief. It was an odd sound coming from the typically controlled man. She couldn't help but move a little closer; what could they possibly be saying that had him so on edge?
"Director, you're closer than any of our subs," another councilman replied stiffly, "You scramble that jet…"
Darcy turned to notice Maria breathing nervously, panicking. What the hell was the council referring to in order to make Maria that uncomfortable?
"That is the island of Manhattan, Councilman," Fury replied, trying to keep his voice even, "Until I'm certain my team can't hold it, I will not order a nuclear strike against a civilian population." Darcy froze; they wanted to send nuclear bombs to New York to kill everyone, were they kidding?
"If we don't hold them in the air, we lose everything," the councilman tried to reason.
"If I send that bird out, we already have," Fury replied, shutting off communication and turning to look at Darcy with the slightest hint of concern in his eyes. "Do I have contact with Stark or Barton yet?" he asked her curiously.
"On it," Darcy sputtered out quickly, turning from the helm and running back to the workstation where Sitwell was still standing. He turned to ask her nervously,
"Is it bad?"
"Really bad," Darcy responded sadly, getting into Jarvis to connect Fury with Stark, it would take a couple minutes to get a reliable signal due to the interference so she needed to get around the standard channels.
"Communications with Iron Man are up," Darcy shouted from her spot.
"Sir, we have a bird in motion!" Maria shouted from the helm. Darcy turned to watch the woman furiously tap the screen in an attempt to get it shut off. Fury glanced over the woman's shoulder at the screen before running from Command Central's bridge and heading to what Darcy could only assume was the Launchpad. "Anyone on the deck we have a rogue bird," Maria continued to shout, "We need to shut it down! Repeat, takeoff is not authorized!"
Darcy turned to her screen and quickly pulled up the system data on the jet, it would take her at least 3 minutes to get the jet disabled and once it left the Helicarrier it would too hard to determine where to lock down the plane to ensure that the warhead wouldn't be over civilians when she cut power to the engine and the jet fell from the sky.
Darcy looked to the screen to see that the bird preparing for liftoff had stopped due to power loss. She could only assume it was Fury's doing. The relief didn't last long though when she spotted another one click onto her radar suddenly, leaving the deck and heading in the direction of New York City.
"Darcy," Maria shouted from the helm, her hand to her ear, "Patch Stark through to Fury." Darcy nodded and grabbed a discarded earpiece from the workstation beside her, quickly typing in the code to connect the lines.
"Stark, you hear me?" Fury asked curiously, hearing the labored breathing on the other end, "You have a missile headed straight for the city."
"How long?" Tony questioned back curiously.
"Three minutes. Max. Stay load can wipe out mid-town."
"JARVIS, put everything we got into the thrusters."
"I just did," the computer replied.
Darcy stood, she was tired of this shit, she was gonna help too. This was ridiculous. She wasn't sure what she was going to do exactly but she was going to do something. Darcy threw the earpiece back to the workstation and ran from Command Central, taking a shortcut. It wasn't technically a shortcut but seeing as Fury was coming back from the airstrip (her desired destination) and he was headed to where she was coming from, she knew she needed an alternate route to avoid running into him.
Darcy continued to maneuver around corridors and skidded into the wing of the infirmary, knowing that the hatch was only two staircases up from the end of the hall. She moved quickly, though noted curiously that the entire wing was empty. There was no one to be found. She chocked it up to the nuclear warhead on its way to Manhattan and continued on her way, only stopping as she heard a faint beeping sound from one of the rooms, the door open only a crack.
She paused, 'Why would there be no one around if there was someone injured down here?' Darcy felt herself pause and take a couple steps back, curious of who could be in there. She swiped her keycard into the lock but the door didn't open, a label appearing the stated "No Clearance" on the keypad monitor.
"No clearance," Darcy huffed, annoyed, "Who the hell is in there that I don't have clearance for?"
Glaring, the girl stood tall and attempted to see through the windowed door and into the room to no avail before giving up and running to a maintenance closet to grab a metal rod that she could use for leverage. She found exactly what she needed and smiled triumphantly as she ran back to the door, fighting with her cast as she wedged the rod into the door to open it enough to let herself in.
She huffed out of breath from the force and moved into the room curiously, this guy had to pretty important if even her clearance couldn't get her…
"Dad?" she sputtered out in confusion and delirium. She stumbled cautiously into the room, the beeps of the monitoring device beeping in rhythm, an accordion style container forcing air in and out of his lungs. Darcy froze, eying the screen that showed the heartbeat…this was impossible. Phil Coulson wasn't dead. Darcy turned around to stare at the entrance door that she had practically torn apart to get into and glared at it angrily. How could Fury do this? How could he lie and tell her that her father was dead. That Asshole.
Darcy felt tears sting her eyes, tears of happiness that her dad survived and tears of anger at Fury for making her believe that her dad was dead; the two sets seemed to blend together and stream down her face and she moved to sit in the stool beside her dad's bed. She noticed the TV remote sitting on the nightstand table and let it sit in her hand for a minute before turning on the TV. She couldn't leave her dad while he was like this; it wasn't like she'd be of much use anyway.
She pressed the 'on' button and watched as the news station continued with their coverage, "Streets in New York City have become a battle ground. The army is here trying to contain the violence but clearly it is outmatched…" She changed the channel.
"…Billionaire Tony Stark's Iron Man…" another newscaster began before Darcy tuned them out and watched as Tony and the missile came into view of the TV camera. He seemed to be carting it over his shoulder before turning it just in time to avoid having it hit the tower and instead going straight into the portal. Darcy let out the breath she hadn't realized that she'd been holding. She hears the cheers from the Agents floors above her and can't help but smile herself, he saved the world.
It's then that she notices that the portal is starting to close and Tony's not back. Her breath is gone again and she grabs her dad's hand nervously, knowing that she can squeeze as hard as she wants without him noticing. The portal opening is getting narrower and narrower and her heart's starting to pound nervously when she suddenly spots the armor falling through, shouting, "Yeah!"
She's watching him fall when she realizes that he doesn't have power; that spacial void probably shut down his systems. She releases Phil's hand and stands to move closer to the TV, her hands clasping together at her chest in concern. She watches him fall, estimating the likelihood of survival for every meter closer to the ground he gets; his chances are dwindling. Her eyes are starting to blur as she stares without blinking. It's at that moment that she suddenly spots something large and green flash across the screen, Hulk.
She blinks and rubs her eyes to spot Hulk with the Iron Man armor in his arms as he falls from the sky and into the street. The camera doesn't pan and Darcy's pissed. Who did these news people think they were, not getting the information on whether or not Tony was okay?
After realizing that they weren't going to get anything else, Darcy shut of the TV screen and moved back to her dad, leaning down and giving him a kiss, "I'll be back later to check on you whether Fury likes it or not. Stay safe pony boy."
Darcy left the room and ran back toward the bridge, arriving to spot Fury staring at the helm computers, "What took you so long?"
"I was just visiting my Dad," she replied, trying to sound both casual and pissed at the same time. She thought it came out pretty well.
"I know you were; you should know better than to think that there is anything on this ship that I don't know about. But hey, good news, we won."
"I noticed," Darcy responded, still angry at the man but finding that she couldn't help but smile as she noticed the grin on his face. Fury smiling was a rare occurrence.
"I have to go down to the site and have a talk with the team, interested in tagging along?"
"Hells yeah," Darcy sputtered, fisting the air excitedly, "But don't think that this means that I've forgiven you. I'm really pissed that you lied to me about Dad."
"I didn't really want to lie to you, if that helps at all."
"It doesn't," she lamented.
"I just wanted to make sure that everyone could team up; they needed a unifier, your father was that unifier. How else would the Captain and Stark be able to get along?"
"A Beatles concert?"
"Do you wanna come along or not?" he glared.
"Shutting up," the girl replied, smiling like a lunatic as she boarded the jet toward New York.
The Quin-Jet arrived on the demolished ground outside of Stark Tower…or what was left of it. It seemed that only the 'A' was still on the side of the building and most of the glass was broken; even some of the metal beams were dented and warped. She could only imagine how Tony was feeling about it, his pride and joy.
"We're outside," she heard Fury tell his earpiece as he stood outside the back ramp of the Jet, just a step behind Darcy herself.
She watched as six battered heroes made their way through the fallen glass doors of the building, Thor leading his brother out with a look of sad frustration on his face. She could only imagine the confliction that Thor was fighting, she knew he loved him, despite how fucked up it was. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to really fight Nat or Clint like Thor had done to Loki. She was glad she'd never have to find out.
"And you," Fury stated glaring at dark haired god, "We have plans for you."
"Actually," Thor interjected, receiving odd looks from the Avengers as well as Fury and Loki himself, "I wish to return Loki and the Tesseract to their proper place; Asgard."
"I don't…" Fury began before Thor interrupted,
"It is not up for discussion; I am sorry for allowing the misunderstanding. Loki is to be brought back to Asgard to face judgment by our father…"
"Your father," Loki muttered in interruption.
"Our father!" Thor glared, "...and the Tesseract will be placed back where it belongs to ensure that such a catastrophe does not occur once again."
Fury opened his mouth to argue but Darcy patted him on the back with a grin, "Let the man do what he wants. I mean are you telling me that you really want to argue with the God of Thunder?"
"Fine," Fury huffed, not entirely pleased.
"Can I just ask why we're still standing here when there is Shwarma to eat?" Tony asked curiously.
"Shwarma?" Darcy questioned curiously.
"It's food," Clint replied.
"I know that," Darcy huffed, insulted, "I've had Shwarma before, that's beside the point. Why, after a huge battle that almost wiped out the country, are you guys going for Shwarma?"
"I would just like to say that I think it's a bad idea," Bruce stated quietly from the back of the group, having de-hulked sometime on his way downstairs and was now wearing a tablecloth toga and carrying some of what could only be assumed as Tony's clothes in his arms.
"Seconded," Steve agreed.
"This isn't a democracy," Tony huffed.
"I'm pretty sure that it is," Steve replied, pointedly.
"Hey now," Tony huffed, "I'm the one that went through a space portal and almost died. If I want Shwarma, then we are having Shwarma."
"I too wish to feast upon this Midgardian delicacy," Thor added.
"I wouldn't really say it's a delicacy," Natasha muttered.
"See," Tony smiled, patting Thor on the shoulder, "Shakespeare agrees. Shwarma it is."
"What are we gonna do with him in the meantime?" Clint asked curiously, pointing his bow at Loki with distaste.
"She gets to watch him," Tony smiled, pointing to Darcy with a smirk.
"What?" Darcy asked bewildered.
"What?" Clint, Tash, and Fury responded.
"Well who else is gonna do it?" Tony shrugged confused.
"Um anyone else…how about Thor, that would make the most sense," Clint argued.
"Hey," Darcy sputtered, "I'll do it if I can I hold that?" She pointed to the scepter that Natasha was carefully holding away from Loki.
"Definitely a bad idea," Tony replied, eying the girl curiously.
"Agreed," Loki stated quickly, earning angry looks from the group despite agreeing with them.
"No input from the peanut gallery," Tony glared, turning to their prisoner.
"Whatever," Darcy huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, "You guys are so lame."
"Please do not put me with this irrational woman," Loki begged, turning to Thor in a latch ditch effort to save himself, "She tried to show my smut images."
"You did what?" Tony asked with a smirk, "You're awesome."
"It was Clint's Hustler," Darcy shrugged, "I was trying to get him to loosen up."
"How the hell did you get my…" Clint sputtered before noticing the glare from both Natasha and Fury, "I mean I don't have porn…"
"Sure, whatever," Darcy scoffed, turning to Loki, "And I promise not to show you porn. Geez."
"You know what," Fury stated, hearing Loki's distaste for the idea, "I change my mind; Darcy, you watch Loki while the idiots eat."
"I don't wanna watch Sir Whines-a-lot," Darcy grumbled annoyed, having assumed that Fury was going to object all along.
"I do not whine," Loki glared, leaning toward her face to sneer before being pulled back by Thor.
"It is wise to show Lady Darcy respect in this realm brother, if you do not recall, it is she who brought me here and it is you who failed in your attempt to conquer the mortals of this realm."
"Are you trying to say that if I was in a fight with this vile woman that I would lose?"
"It would be most likely brother," Thor replied, glancing in Darcy's general direction. 'Yeah good, get him all riled up before you guys all go off to eat and I have to deal with his rants' Darcy thought with a scoff.
"Thor, get Loki secured in the jet and get something over his mouth," Fury ordered, "Then you morons can go eat. Darcy will watch him. I have some calls to make in the meantime but I'll be around to supervise."
"What the hell is the point of making me watch him if your just gonna supervise anyway?" Darcy huffed annoyed.
"I don't want him to hear my conversations," Fury replied, "And this is a second chance for you to learn how to take care of a child."
"That baby in health class wasn't my fault," Darcy complained, following Thor, Loki, and Fury into the jet, "I couldn't get it to stop crying so Clint used it as target practice. I failed that assignment. She wanted to know how a baby could have so many arrow holes and still cry."
Bruce turned to Clint curiously, "You shot a Sex Ed baby with arrows."
"That thing wouldn't shut up," he glared, "And Darcy had sworn off messing with its circuit board no matter how much I begged." Tony burst out laughing and Steve tried to cover a laugh by pressing his fist to his mouth.
Darcy sat across from Loki, neither talking (Loki had a muzzle contraption over his mouth), both glaring awkwardly at the other.
"I don't like you," Darcy finally told him angrily after almost an hour.
He shrugged non-commitally, only making her madder.
"Don't shrug like that," Darcy huffed, "I know you can't talk but don't just shrug like the things I say don't matter…cus they do."
He shrugged again, she couldn't see his mouth but he eyes seemed to turn up as though he were smiling under his mask. She stood from her spot and moved toward him, punching him hard in the arm with the fist that wasn't in a cast. His eyes lost the smile as it turned to a look of pain. Apparently Hulk had completely beaten the man and his body seemed to be a giant bruise. It made life easier for Darcy at the moment.
"What did I say about shrugging?"
He seemed to be about ready to shrug again in response, but Darcy pursed her lips annoyed and Loki let his shoulders sag.
"Thanks," Darcy replied at that, "You know this is probably the longest amount of time you've gone without talking, huh?"
He glared at her, but didn't shrug; Darcy smiled, progress.
"I know that your hatred of us comes from your hatred of yourself," she shrugged, "Thor told me that you're a snow man or something. Just 'cus you're different and the Gods up in the gold palace don't like snow men doesn't mean that their bad people. Most people fear what they don't understand.
"You know the last time Captain Rogers fought; it was against some guy named Hitler. He was a self-hating Jew who decided to kill off all the Jewish people. Then it went farther and he wanted to get rid of everyone who wasn't this stereotypical ideal of 'perfect'.
"I know that you don't like who you are but there isn't actually anything wrong with you other than the fact that you tried to kill off the earth."
His body went straight as though he was going to say something in response but he stopped, realizing that he had his mouth restricted. Instead he let his body turn its natural blue; markings designing themselves over his newly chilled flesh.
Darcy's eyes went wide in surprise while Loki's seemed to narrow as if proving something by her surprise.
"Cool," she suddenly shouted, "That's really cool. I've read about someone who could do that. Who could make her skin do that…I think I her name was Raven or something but that's really cool. Just because the people in your planet…realm place don't get it doesn't mean anything. Clearly they have problems with acceptance. Every society has that problem to some degree. Our country once had an entire race enslaved because of the color of their skin. No one's perfect, but deciding to kill a group of people that aren't even involved is a dick move."
Loki let his skin turn back to its original pale complexion and stared hard at her as though trying to figure her out.
"This doesn't mean that I don't still hate you. You stabbed my Dad and tried to kill him." She watched him tilt his head in confusion, "He'd not dead. I found him today, but he is unconscious. The only reason I'm not gutting you with my bare hands is because it looks like he'll be okay.
"And you really should watch Avatar…or maybe even Shrek. Avatar for the blue people and Shrek for the idea of judging people because of how they look rather than who they are. Maybe we could make Thor watch 'em too."
Loki shook his head at her but she couldn't figure out if it was against watching the movies all together or watching them with Thor. She supposed it wouldn't really matter, when Thor took him back to Asgard today, she wouldn't be seeing him ever again. She didn't know much about their father Odin, but the stories contradicted themselves. Thor told her that his father was strict but fair, while some of the stories she read on the Norse Gods stated that Odin was the God of War and was often cruel. She wasn't really sure which was true.
"Having fun in here?" Fury asked curiously, from the ramp of the jet.
"Yeah, we're swapping dating stories and next we're going to braid each other's hair," Darcy replied, fake giggling like those girls she'd always hated.
Fury rolled his eyes and shook his head, ducking his head out of the jet to answer his phone.
She looked back at Loki who was simply staring at her. Back to the awkward silence again, great.
Darcy slammed the back seat door of the gray SHIELD car behind her and Bruce as she ran to catch up with Clint and Natasha who were headed toward the footbridge to send off the brothers. Tony was coming from his purple convertible, metal suitcase in hand; Steve from his motorcycle.
It was over. It was finally over. She watched as Thor shoved Loki a bit still pissed at him and all the trouble he'd caused as they reached the center of the design on the bridge. She noticed the multitude of SHIELD Agents surrounding the perimeter and even recognized a couple of them. She hoped that she wasn't found out by the new recruits but quickly realized that she shouldn't be so concerned about something so trivial.
She noticed Selvig, grabbing a canister from the back of one of the trucks, probably to hold the Tesseract in. He hadn't really noticed her presence yet and for that she was thankful. She isn't looking forward to that conversation at the moment.
Everyone seems to be silent as Tony placed the suitcase on the ground and revealed the blue cube, Bruce using special Tongs to place it in the canister while Steve oversaw the steps, seemingly glad to be rid of the cube of energy.
Darcy moved toward the two gods and hugged Thor, reminding him that he'd better come back soon; he still hadn't seen Jane and she knew that once the woman saw the news and knew that he was back she was going to raise hell for not being allowed to see him. He nodded and smiled, thanking her for all her help.
Selvig sealed the canister and righted himself, heading toward the God before he noticed Darcy standing beside Thor and his evil brother. His eyes narrowed in confusion but he said nothing, simply handed the canister to Thor who patted Selvig on the shoulder in return.
Loki glanced around nervously before locking eyes with Darcy, she simply shrugged at him and his eyes narrowed at the memory of her punching him, which reminded him of his fight with Hulk.
She moved to stand beside Natasha and watched as she leaned into Clint and whisper about what Thor had mentioned as probable punishments, he'd said that it was likely that Loki's mouth would be sewn shut for his crimes. Clint smiled at the idea, our legal system be damned, Asgard punishment would certainly be better than we would legally be able to do.
Thor motioned for Loki to take the other handle of the canister before turning it and letting the blue energy engulf them. Everyone seemed to take a step back together to avoid being caught up in the transfer, and then they were just gone.
Everyone stood there all awkwardly, unsure of what to do next. Darcy sighed and clasped her hands together, "Well I guess that's it?"
"Guess so," Tony replied with a grin, moving to head toward his car. The group begins to disperse awkwardly; Natasha, Bruce, and Clint heading toward the SHIELD car; while Tony headed to his convertible, Steve coming along behind him.
"Should I ask?" she hears Selvig ask her curiously as he comes to stand beside her.
"Probably not," Darcy replies, "Though I didn't try to lie to you or Jane. I just didn't think it was relevant until it was. By then it was too late to say anything."
"That didn't make any sense but I understand what you're saying from and that scares me."
Darcy laughed, slapping him on the shoulder and heading over to say goodbye to Tony who had just finished shaking hands with Steve.
"Hey kiddo," Tony smirked, "You coming with me and the big guy?"
"What?"
"Bruce is coming with me and moving in to Stark Tower, though I've been thinking about changing the name."
"Changing the name of Stark Tower," Darcy sputtered in mock surprise, "How would your ego survive?"
"Hush up," he smirked, "You're welcome to come along. For some reason as soon as I said your name Pepper freaked out and told me she wanted to meet you."
"Odd," Darcy agreed, "But I'm headed back to SHIELD with Clint and Nat. Dad's alive, comatose but alive so I'm gonna sit with him for a while."
"I heard ol' Phil made it," Tony smiled, "I'm happy for ya kid."
"Thanks," Darcy smiled, "Well, Clint's waving me over so I'm gonna head out."
"Stop by some time," Tony replied, "I'm doin' a lot of remodeling so I was planning on making some rooms for everybody, you and your old man included."
"What about Fury?" Darcy questioned with a smirk.
"Don't think so," Tony huffed. Darcy laughed and gave him a hug, which he awkwardly reciprocated, "See ya Short Stuff."
"See ya," Darcy smiled, running to catch the car before it left, Natasha slamming her passenger door closed before Clint sped off.
Darcy turned in her seat to look out the back window and spotted Bruce throw his bag in the back seat of the convertible before hopping in with Stark and heading in the opposite direction.
"Let's do something," Darcy exclaimed turning back around, leaning her arms over the backs of their seats excitedly; looking at Clint with a grin, careful that her casted arm didn't hit him in the head.
"We're going back to SHIELD," Clint replied, "We have orders from Fury."
"Come on," Darcy scoffed, "Let's do something fun before we go back to work."
"Nope," Natasha replied. Now it was 2 on 1 not cool, "We need to be getting back, if it makes you feel any better, Fury notified us that your father has woken up."
"Why didn't you say so," Darcy shouted, "Let's go."
"I thought we were saving that as a surprise," Clint scoffed, eying the red-head beside him.
"Oh well," Natasha smiled, settling back into her seat to relax, it was going to be a long ride.
So next Tony finds out about Darcy's lineage in chapter 12, in case you were wondering when that's coming. She moves to Avenger Tower in the next chapter and he founds out one chapter later. Just an FYI