A/N: Okay, I kind of cheated. Part of this was written before I even got around to posting the last chapter, but I have been sick in bed most of today, and I switched off between this and my knitting. Anyway...Enjoy!

Darcy wanted to groan at every word coming out of Loki's mouth. He looked like Severus Snape and villainously pontificated like Hans Gruber. She was 97% sure Loki had to have a killer Rickman impression whether he knew it or not. She sucked on her bleeding finger as Loki swept into the room and grabbed the staff from its pedestal. Darcy half expected Loki to turn into a giant or for the entire building to start shaking, but Loki just smiled as he hefted the staff in his hand.

"Okay, so you have the glow stick of destiny now, so just say the magic words and let us go," she told him.

"I could do that, yes," Loki replied, coming closer to her. "But I won't."

Darcy braced herself against the wall to hide the shakes threatening to take over her body. "Why?" she asked thickly.

"Because they have to know the price that will be required should they chose to fight me," Loki told her matter-of-factly.

"They will always fight men like you," Darcy told him firmly.

"Hence why I am requiring payment now," Loki replied with a smirk before turning to Bucky. "Take out your gun."

Darcy's breath quickened as she realized what Loki intended to do. "Please don't make him do this," she begged.

Loki chuckled. "You really don't understand the quality of vengeance, do you?" he asked before sweeping out of the room. Moments later, he yelled back, "Kill her!"

Bucky raised the pistol. "Please, you don't want to do this! Bucky, please? Bucky!" She saw the muzzle flash in the same moment she felt the burning impact to her torso. She fell to the ground as the light came back on behind Bucky's eyes and the pistol clattered to the stone floor.

…

Silence fell among them as they stared blankly at the screen. In the end it was Hawkeye who broke the silence and opened the floodgates

"Son of a bitch!" he yelled as he ran for the door.

"Clint!" Natasha yelled after him, although her feet seemed to be glued in place.

"Your boot!" Jane said suddenly, looking at Thor.

"What?" he replied, still blinking away his shock.

"The stone in your boot," Jane reminded him simply.

Thor's eyes widened. "Yes," he breathed before taking her hand and running down the hall.

Coulson ran after Jane and Thor, shouting into his phone for a medical team. Bruce groaned loudly and was bent almost completely over before he fell to his knees on the floor. Betty knelt down in front of him and took his hands into her own. Peter was staring blankly at the floor before Tony snapped his fingers in front of the younger man's face.

"Kid, you in there?"

Peter looked up at him. "She's my friend."

"I know. She's my friend, too," Tony replied, nodding. "You have to make sure that force field holds for just a little bit longer."

"But—"

"Peter," Tony cut him off, "you've got to do this."

The younger man slowly nodded and moved to look after the force field generator. Tony knelt down in front of Pepper and started removing the last piece of armor from her leg.

"Tony?" she asked.

"Is your head still bleeding?" he asked without looking up.

"Yes."

"You probably need stitches," Tony continued without looking up. "If no one's in medical, I'll have Happy take you to the hospital, if Selvig lets go of him. He's known her longer than any of us. Where the hell is his heart?" Tony asked, his voice deteriorating to an angry hiss.

"Tony," Pepper said more firmly, placing a hand under his chin and forcing him to look up at her.

A solitary tear rolled down his cheek. "She's only twenty-one," he whispered.

Pepper said nothing and simply pressed her lips to the top of his head.

…

Darcy had an epiphany as she lay on the cold floor: one's life flashing before their eyes did not mean a movie of a person's life played in fast forward. It wasn't about what you had done or could have done; it was about what you had yet to do. That's what flashed before Darcy's eyes as the life literally drained out of her. She saw herself holding a small blond boy while attempting to explain to Thor that a baby shower was not a literal shower. She saw herself standing with her brother after his high school graduation. She saw herself in a red dress, dancing with Steve as he held her close. She looked down into the most beautiful pair of cerulean eyes as Steve kissed her shoulder as he stroked their daughter's blonde curls.

…

Steve heard the gunshot. It didn't make him want to stop or even pause; he just continued downward at a quickened pace. Tony had apparently unlocked the entire system because he had no trouble making it downstairs and the door to the vault was wide open. His heart sank when he saw a dark figure scrambling away from the vault. It was Bucky, and he was running away, which meant the victim of the gunshot could only be one person.

"Darcy! Darcy!" Steve yelled, falling to his knees and pulling her head onto his lap.

"Oh, hey," she replied, smiling up at him. "You made it."

He covered her wound with his hand in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding. "You're gonna be okay, Darcy. I've seen men walk away from a lot worse."

She laughed weakly. "You're a terrible liar, Steve Rogers," she said before screamed and shuddered at the pain obviously coursing through her body. "It wasn't his fault. Loki had him under a spell. You have to find Bucky and tell him it's okay, okay?"

Steve choked back tears and said, "You'll tell him yourself."

"I love you," she replied, stroking the side of his face with her fingertips. "Clark always wanted an older brother."

"Darcy—"

"Could you do that for him, please?" she pleaded.

Steve focused on his breathing as he saw Thor come in out of the corner of his eye. Thor tried to move Steve's hand from Darcy's wound and Steve firmly resisted.

"Please," Thor pleaded in a whisper. "I can help."

Steve reluctantly moved his hand brushed Darcy's hair away from her face despite the fact his had was covered in blood. He slowly nodded and said, "I'll take of C.K. I promise."

"Don't let Tony teach him about women," she warned.

Steve laughed even as the tears fell from his eyes. "I won't."

Darcy looked over at Jane who was kneeling next to her across from Steve. She weakly grasped the other woman's hand and said, "It'll be okay, Jane."

Jane quickly shook her head as her eyes filled with tears. "Not without you."

"Yes, it will," Darcy assured her. She looked back up at Steve and said, "What were you going to ask me this morning?"

"It's not important now," he replied.

"It's more important now," she told him.

"I-I…It was selfish. I just—I was going to ask you to stay in New York," he told her. "I know that Jane and your family and your school and everything are all back in New Mexico, but…I just want you to stay."

"Oh," Darcy said with a smile. "I would have."

"Please don't go," Steve tearfully begged.

"Don't really have a choice."

"Stay! Please, Darcy, don't go. I love you. Stay! Please…I love you."

Her eyes fluttered shut and she went limp in his arms. He looked at Thor as the last bit of dust fell from his hand over Darcy's wound. Thor looked confused and heartbroken as he looked at the floor. Somewhere in the numbed recesses of Steve's brain, he heard Coulson shouting for a medical team. When he started to crash that plane into the ice, he felt a similar pain; he knew he would never dance with Peggy or truly hold her in his arms. This was a million times worse. He had love, and it just died in his arms.

Blue eyes shot open and Darcy gasped as she clutched Steve's shoulders. Jane yelped in surprise and Coulson's phone clattered to the ground. Steve moved Darcy's shirt from her stomach and smoothed away the blood to find only a small pink scar and not a gaping bullet wound. He looked back up into her eyes and she smiled at him.

"Hi," she said as a tear escaped her eye.

Steve made no reply but to kiss her hard on the mouth, not even breaking away from her when Jane and Thor enveloped them in a massive hug.

When they finally did break apart laughing, Darcy wrapped her arms around Thor's neck and said, "Thank you."

He smiled and replied, " You are most worthy."

Darcy looked up at Coulson and said, "Come on, Son of Coul, you know you want in on this group hug."

Coulson just shook his head as he picked up his phone and said, "She's alright. You can abort the pick up, but keep an eye on them."

"Who were you picking up?" Steve asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Ms. Lewis' brother and grandmother," Coulson replied shortly. "If you'll excuse me, I imagine I have two agents to corral."

Coulson walked out of the room and Darcy dramatically said, "He likes me; he really likes me!"

At Thor and Steve's nonplussed expressions, Jane laughed and said, "I don't think they know who Sally Field is."

"Yeah…but they will," Darcy declared. "I'm totally having a Gidget marathon after this."

"Hey, Li'l D," Tony's voice sounded in the room, "glad you're not dead. We'd hate to have to replace you as a bridesmaid. Ow! I was joking!"

The four of them laughed at the pain Pepper was obviously imposing on Tony.

"Anyway, hate to break up this heartwarming moment, but Bruce says we still have a world to save, so…hurry up."

…

"Seriously, did they put you on some meds that turned you into a heartless bastard?" Happy asked as he moved another computer console for Dr. Selvig.

Erik shook his head. "Don't mistake my resolve for heartlessness," he warned. "We all know who is responsible for what just happened to Darcy, and if we don't get a gateway built back to Asgard, Loki will never get the punishment he truly deserves. And if the stories I grew up with are any indication, Asgardian justice will be much harsher and more effective than anything we can dole out. Hold down this button while I adjust the phase settings."

Across the room, Betty knelt down in front of Bruce and held his wrists together with her hands. He was trembling within her grasp. "Bruce," she said gently, "it's okay."

"It's not okay," he replied heavily.

"I don't mean that Darcy being shot is okay," she clarified. "I don't even mean to say that she'll be okay because I'm too much of a realist for that. But it's okay for you to be angry."

"Not for me," he said roughly.

"Yes, it is," she insisted. "It's literally one of the five stages of grief. She was your friend. She believed in you, and she knew that you were more than just the Hulk, and you treasure that in people. And we all know that that Loki guy is responsible for what just happened. A young woman has been shot and the lives of at least two men have been ruined. Feel free to get angry. Feel free to get big and green and break something. Feel free to break that bastard in half because God knows he has it coming. It's what the rest of us would do if we had the ability."

Bruce heard footsteps beating a hasty exit and then he looked past Betty toward the screen in the corner and smiled. "I am angry, Betty. I'm always angry, but I don't need to get angry right now," he told her, motioning toward the screen.

Betty turned to see a very much alive Darcy hugging kissing Steve as Jane and Thor enveloped them both in a hug. Peter whooped loudly and Erik laughed and sighed in relief. Pepper released a long breath with a sound akin to a giggle as she said, "Wait, where did Natalie go?"

"My guess: to stop Barton from blowing her ex's head off," Tony suggested as he stood up. "You know what, we've already saved Bruce, and Pepper, and Darcy today. Why don't we just pack it in and take the rest of the afternoon off?"

Bruce looked at him dubiously as he joined Peter at the forcefield generator. "I had an idea."

"While you were half-Hulking out?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. We can create a feedback loop along the line of the Tesseract's power generation," Bruce replied.

Peter blinked. "This is kind of outside of my area, so…why?"

"A feedback loop is what you were afraid of when we were generating both force fields in one place, correct?" Bruce asked Tony.

"Yeah. Not only would the resulting explosion probably kill all of us, the field would collapse completely."

"Exactly," Bruce said with a small smile.

"What?" Tony and Peter asked in unison.

"I have a plan," Bruce assured them. "Just get everyone back up here."

…

One Year Ago:

"Hey, you! Where's my iPod?"

"I beg your pardon?" the agent replied, looking down at the bespectacled young woman with her fists on her hips.

"Where's my iPod?" she repeated. "You guys took it when you decided to clear out Jane's lab. Since you're here putting all of Jane's stuff back because a Norse god threatened you, I thought you would bring my iPod back too. Where is it?"

The agent checked his tablet and said, "There's not an iPod on my manifest, ma'am."

"Don't you ma'am me, you—"

"Ms. Lewis," Coulson interrupted as he approached, "is there a problem?"

"Yes, there's a problem. You people stole my iPod and you're not giving it back!"

Coulson looked at the other agent and said, "Is there an iPod on the manifest?"

"No, sir."

"Then we don't have it, Ms. Lewis. Good day," Coulson said before going into the former car dealership with the other agent in tow.

"Hey! Grrrr," Darcy growled as she kicked the sandy ground.

"You should just give up, Ms. Lewis," a voice from above told her. "Nobody's right more often than Phil Coulson."

Darcy shaded her eyes from the sun and found there was a man sitting on the ledge of the roof of the old dealership. "His name is Phil? I could have sworn his first name was Agent."

The owner of the voice laughed before scooting off the wide ledge and moving swiftly along the rusty sign before dropping to hold onto the stucco moulding. He then let go to easily drop down to the sandy ground. "I'm Hawkeye," he told her nonchalantly as he extended his right hand.

"Really?" Darcy asked as she shook his hand. "Your parents must've really loved M.A.S.H…or Last of the Mohincans."

"Neither, actually," he told her. "It's a nickname. My name's actually Clint Barton."

"Oh, so your mom really liked The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly, or those movies with the orangutan!"

"Not anything as complicated as that, although my dad is a huge fan of the movie Heartbreak Ridge," he replied, laughing. "My mother's maiden name was Clinton, but Clinton Barton just sounds weird."

"Mother's maiden name, huh? Like Clark Kent?"

"Wow. Somebody's a big Smallville fan."

"No," Darcy answered quickly. "I mean yes, well…Tom Welling is really hot, what was I supposed to do? That's not why I know Clark was Martha Kent's maiden name though."

"I'm waiting," Hawkeye said after a beat.

"My parents thought naming my brother Clark Kent Lewis wouldn't scar him for life, so I learned an awful lot about Superman growing up."

Hawkeye raise an eyebrow. "Wow."

"Yeah, I know, but it's not nearly as bad as what my grandparents did to my uncle," Darcy said as she started ambling toward the center of town. "His name is Maximus and he was born waaaaay before Gladiator came out, so there's really no excuse."

"I don't know," Hawkeye said thoughtfully as he walked beside her. "I think Maximilian would be a lot worse."

"Good point," Darcy said. "Drink?"

"Is the bar in this town even open?"

"It's noon, and don't even give me the 'it's five o'clock somewhere' line," she warned. "Besides, I'm only twenty."

"Seriously?" Hawkeye asked with a mildly horrified expression.

"What?"

"Nothing. I just kind of feel like a pedophile for looking down your shirt when I was on the roof earlier."

"I'm twenty, not twelve," she protested. "And I am not unaware of the fact that my breasts are quite nice and of the variety most men adore."

"You mean large?"

"Exactly. And just so you know, you have a very nice ass, and if the cut of your arms through that Under Armor shirt is any indication, I imagine you'd be a really great lay."

"You want to go right now?" he asked with a smirk.

"I'd rather have coffee," Darcy replied with a smirk of her own.

"Well, that's not a blow to my ego at all," Hawkeye replied, sounding genuinely insulted.

"It shouldn't be," she told him. "Izzy's coffee is the best in the Southwest, and I've actually had coffee all over the Southwest due to this misguided road trip I took with four dudes one spring break. And she's open despite the fact she only has one window."

"Well, that's something to be said for the American spirit."

"True that, homeboy," Darcy replied, opening the door for him.

"You've never met a real gang banger, have you?"

"What you can't tell by my fantastic grasp of the lingo?"

"Nobody says lingo anymore, Li'l D," he told her as they sat down at the counter.

"Li'l D? Really?"

"Yeah, like Li'l Wayne or Li'l Bow Wow."

"I had such a crush on Li'l Bow Wow when I eleven," Darcy said distantly. "Two coffees, please, Izzy."

"Just made a fresh pot," Izzy replied, setting two cups out in front of them and pouring the brown liquid from a steaming glass pot.

"Hm, that is pretty damned good," Hawkeye said after a sip. "Had better in Colombia, though."

"Of course you have," Darcy said, rolling her eyes. "So, how did you get a nickname like Hawkeye?"

"Your dad and uncle were in the military. How do most people get a nickname like Hawkeye?"

"It's really creepy that you know that about my dad and uncle, but I would have to say that you're probably some sort of sniper."

"I'm not just some sort of sniper. I am the sniper."

"Modesty is not a virtue for you, is it?"

"I've got generations of Army and Marine snipers in my background."

"It's a miracle you don't have porphyria from all the inbreeding."

"Burn. I was also in the Olympics."

Darcy raised a dubious eyebrow. "Doing what?"

"Archery."

"Really? You're about to tell me you're one-sixteenth Cherokee, aren't you?"

"Iroquois, actually, but that has very little to do with it," he assured her. "I'm great with a gun, but I'm at my best with a bow. It's mostly just the years of practice. So, what's the deal with your iPod?"

"They took it when they cleared out Jane's lab and I just downloaded thirty songs onto there and they weren't backed up anywhere else, and now your black suited brethren are claiming they never had it in the first place," Darcy huffed.

"Uh-huh. Did you actually pay for any of those songs you downloaded?"

She glared in response. "It's the principle of the thing."

Hawkeye laughed. "I'll see what I can do."

One Day Later:

Darcy was making the coffee the next morning when she notice a small, metallic rectangle with a note that was labeled 'Li'l D' on the kitchen counter. She smiled as she opened the note and read:

Apparently, Agent Walker kept this in her personal possession. Lucky for you, my skulking skills have given me plenty of stuff with which to blackmail her. I do have a few questions, though: 1) Why does your 'Morning' playlist consist of mostly Katy Perry songs? B) Why is your 'Mourning' playlist mostly obscure, Scandinavian metal bands? And III) Why don't you have any real rock on this thing? (No, your 'Flannel' playlist of 90s grunge bands does not count.) I have corrected this oversight with a playlist of The Who, The Stones, CCR, AC/DC, Grand Funk, Journey, etc. You'll figure out which one it is. By the way, this means you owe me.

Darcy laughed before scrolling through her playlists until she found one titled 'Iroquois'.

Present Day:

"Stop," was the only command Clint gave as he found James running across Stark's garage in the bowels of the tower.

James froze and turned to face the other man. He hadn't even heard him, which meant that Hawkeye was even better at his job than James had given him credit for. Clint had his handgun trained on James' forehead. He wasn't even trembling in the slightest.

"Loki have you under some kind of spell?" Clint asked with barely any inflection.

"It doesn't matter," James replied.

"Oh, yes, it does," Clint told him.

"I don't remember anything until I pulled the goddamned trigger and saw my best friend's girlfriend bleeding on the floor. Is that what you want to hear?"

"It wasn't your fault, then," Clint said, lowering his weapon slightly.

James laughed mirthlessly. "You're letting me off that easy?" he asked.

"You think it's easy? She was my friend!"

"Then don't let me off," James asked.

"What?"

"Just kill me!"

"No."

"Oh, what?" James asked mockingly. "You afraid Nat will never forgive you if you kill me?"

"Don't you bring her into this," Clint growled.

"Oh, come on, Hawkeye," James said, laughing maniacally. "She's always been in this. Admit it, you're jealous because I've actually fucked her and you haven't!"

Clint yelled in frustration and belted James across the face with the barrel of his gun. "You're just trying to make me angry."

James stumbled back a few paces and spit the blood out of his mouth before he said, "Obviously, it's working. Just kill me and get it over with."

"No," Clint responded, letting his arm drop to his side.

"Please? I can't go back now," James pleaded.

"He won't want you dead."

"Steve Rogers is too damned righteous for his own good! He always has been! Just kill me and end it!"

"Is that really what you want?" Clint shouted, raising his weapon.

"Yes!"

"You really think it stops here?"

James grabbed the barrel of the gun and put it against his forehead. "Just pulled the goddamned trigger!"

"Stop!" Natasha yelled, suddenly appearing and throwing herself between them.

"Nat, get out of the way," James said, grabbing her arm and trying to force her from between them.

"No," she said rooting herself firmly in place. "Darcy isn't dead."

"What?" Clint asked, his arm dropping back to his side.

"Thor had some sort of stone that he broke over her and…it fixed her. I don't know how it worked, but he fixed her and she's fine," she explained before turning her head to look at James. "There's nothing to forgive."

He reluctantly met her gaze and slowly shook his head. "I pulled the trigger."

"Yasha—"

"Don't try to make this okay," he warned.

"Come back with us. We can help you."

"Natalia," he began, shaking his head and smiling sadly, "do you really believe that SHIELD is any better than the people that played with our minds and messed with our bodies until our lives were utterly ruined?"

She looked back at Clint who looked away before he finally met her gaze and smiled at her comfortingly. She smiled herself before turning back to James and saying, "Yes, we are."

James shook his head. "I can't believe that, milli moi."

"Yasha—"

"Stop calling me that," he told her before roughly pulling her to him and kissing her hard on the mouth. The kiss ended just as suddenly as it had begun and James bolted toward a vintage motorcycle.

He revved the engine and, as he started to take off, Natasha yelled, "אני אוהב אותך רק!"

She felt Clint behind her as she held back tears. "I'm sorry," he said quietly.

"Why?" she asked without turning around to face him.

"I was going to pull the trigger."

She turned and saw the truth in his eyes and looked down at the ground.

"I also speak Hebrew," he told her as he holstered his weapon.

Natasha's eyes involuntarily widened and her mouth opened as her mind tried to form an explanation.

"Agents," Coulson called from the other side of the cavernous room, "we're needed upstairs."

Both Clint and Natasha were grateful for the interruption.

…

They were all assembled. Darcy had changed into a t-shirt that wasn't covered in blood. Steve had his outer jacket on and was holding his shield. Even Tony was back in his armor, although without his helmet. Clint had even found himself a bow and arrows and was solemnly standing with Natasha as she filled Steve in on what had happened with Bucky.

"Bruce, whenever you're ready," Tony prodded.

"Okay, what we're going to do is create a feedback loop using the Tesseract's own energy to collapse the naturally occurring fissures that have opened up," he began. "I started working on the calculations weeks ago and, with Erik's notes, and Jane's own work with the Tesseract, I'm about 97% sure this will work."

"Well, that's encouraging," Tony said sarcastically.

"Ninety-seven percent is good enough for me," Steve said. "I get the feeling there's bad news, though."

"Yeah," Bruce said meekly. "To create the loop, we have to take down the force field and if we do that, we won't be able to put it back up."

"Which means what, exactly?" Peter asked.

"They'll be able to open up their own Einstein-Rosen Bridge from the other side," Jane supplied. "It would be bigger than any of the pre-existing fissures. They could move any munitions, or ships, or large numbers of troops across it."

"That does not sound agreeable at all," Thor stated.

"Not necessarily," Steve said, stepping forward. "The enemy having a large bridge to move their forces across may seem like a bad thing, but it's only one way in. It's a choke point."

"Exactly," Bruce agreed.

"So, we keep the fighting here until you guys figure out a way to shut down the Cube or send Loki back to where he came from?" Tony asked, looking between Jane and Erik.

"That's the plan," Bruce replied.

Tony shrugged. "I've heard much worse."

"There's just one problem," Darcy piped up; "Loki. Nobody knows what he can do with that Staff."

"It could be anything from controlling minds to using it as a facsimile to one of your guns," Thor replied.

"Then you'll just have to figure out a way to get him here, so we can send him back home before he really gets a chance for a demonstration," Jane said matter-of-factly.

"Right," Steve said solemnly. "Set it up. Let's get this going."

The scientists started bustling about as Coulson ditched his phone and his jacket before taking a seat at a computer console and donning a headset. Pepper placed a Bluetooth piece in her ear as Tony grasped her hand in concern.

"You sure you're up for this?"

"I managed you for the better part of a decade," she replied. "I think I can handle an alien invasion."

Tony kissed her quickly and said, "Cap, how do you feel about base-jumping?"

…

Within ten minutes, they were up on the roof. Betty handed out earpieces and while Darcy did the final checks on Steve, Clint, and Natasha's base-jumping equipment.

"What are we going to do if they change shape?" Steve asked.

"They won't," Darcy answered. "This isn't a secret invasion anymore; it's a balls-out-rolling-tanks-into-Paris invasion now."

"I think she's right," Betty agreed. "You'll just have be careful of stragglers. If you take on a group, make sure you take out the whole fucking group."

Steve flinched at Betty's swearing and Darcy had to stop herself from giggling. "She grew up with an Army general, sweetie. She probably knows how to swear better than any of us," she told him.

"It's true," Betty replied with a smug nod.

"They're ready downstairs," Bruce announced to them.

Steve looked around to the rest of them and said, "Are we clear on the plan?"

"Sure," Peter said from behind his mask. "we're all clear on 'the plan.'" Darcy guffawed at his use of air quotes.

Steve rolled his eyes although it didn't have quite the same effect from behind his cowl. "Let 'er rip," he told Bruce.

An achingly long thirty seconds followed before they heard a string of loud pops resonating across the city.

"That's the fissures closing," Bruce explained. "The SHIELD teams should be able to clean up whatever's left."

"What happens next?" Clint asked.

"That," Thor replied, pointing at the hole opening up in an otherwise perfectly blue sky.

"Alright, we—"

Steve was cut off by a snake-shaped ship zipping out of the hole at top speed. It's trajectory was then cut off by the growling, green form of the Hulk tearing across its nose and pulling it toward the ground.

"Huh. He really does turn green," Tony mused.

"Yes, he does," Betty said, smiling in a way that could only be called proud.

"Was that part of 'the plan'?" Peter asked as platoons of Skrull started landing on the ground.

"It is now!" Steve shouted. "Everyone to your positions! Let's go!"

Tony and Thor took off and Peter swung out whooping like the teenager he was. Before he could leap over the railing, Darcy grabbed Steve and pulled him down for a kiss. "Go get 'em," she told him with a small smile.

Steve had to put down the sickening wave of déjà vu that threatened to overtake him as he leapt off the building, gliding down with Clint and Natasha close behind.