Curiosity took over Darcy's thoughts as she walked towards the commotion until she walked straight into the edging of the building. Her balance took a turn and she flung her arms until she regained her balance. Calming her still heavily beating heart, she debated with herself to interfere with whatever was going on or to go home. Darcy thought very hard over the options until a smirk rose to her face. Darcy steps onto the short ledge of the building to the next and deciphers how far she'd need to run and jump.

Darcy backed up several feet from her previous standing place. Taking a reassuring breathe before she took off running, the air whistling in her ears. Reaching the edge she took her leap loving the feeling of the wind rushing past her ears her hood blew off, setting her hair free to dance in the wind. Darcy honestly felt like squirrel girl or spiderman as she flew between the rooftops. The moment soon ended as she fell short and fell. Her adrenaline kicked in and Darcy quickly grabbed the ledge her body slamming against the brick of the building. Grunting and ignoring the pain she lifted herself to the roof. Rolling over the ledge and landing on her hind and laid down taking deep breaths.

After her five she sat up and look at the roof she just jumped from. Staring at it her chest filled with excitement as she stood and did a little dance feeling like a little kid again. Darcy stopped herself and realized she still wanted to go to where the sirens were headed. Learning from her mistakes she successfully jumped the other roofs until she reached her desired location. Seeing the scene her excitement returned.

Spiderman was fighting what looked like a tank in the distance near the beach. Luckily the police hadn't shown themselves yet, giving her the advantage to keep secret a little longer hopefully. . .Anyway, from her point of view, she could see that Spiderman was struggling with the obviously higher-tech then a tank machine. Darcy was still set on inferring, but she would help him. Reaching to the panel she undid her bow and grabbed an arrow while setting her target. Knocking the arrow, pulling back she aligned the arrow and target. Waiting, waiting. . .releasing.

The arrow shot forwarded and let out a string connecting to where she sat to her target. Quickly Darcy connected the bow to the wire and zipped-lined to the ongoing fight scene. Near the end, she jerked her feet forward and the bow unlatched and folded, she connected the bow back to the panel. Of course to her luck she jerked herself a bit- a LOT too much a flew into a tree. Many grunts and groans later she found herself dangling headfirst from a branch.

'Well done idiot' she thought to herself while lowering herself to the ground. Without much time to spare Darcy took off running towards Spiderman and the tank-thingy. Before she knew it, she was at the beach of safe ground and battlefield. Take that back it wasn't so safe as a metal object flew at her out of instinct she quickly dodges it. Looking back to the tank Spiderman was able to rip out part of the machine, luckily right were she needed it, the control panel. Smirking while she ran to a nearby ledge to get a better jumping range and pulling out an explosive arrow. Hoisting herself up onto the ledge Darcy waited for the right moment to jump.

Landing onto the metal machine it made a loud metal bang. The tank began to go blastic as the sensors found her on top of itself. She grabbed the edge of it with her badly wounded hand and gritted her teeth to push through the screaming, protesting of the pain. Quickly she pushed the button on the arrowhead with her thumb and jabbed it into the wires and control panels. The arrow began to beep as she jumps off of the tank. When she landed she realize how the world around her disappeared because the Spiderman was in front of her, and he stood in awe.

Spidey shook out of his awe. She observed his jaw move down for him to talk. She knew it would question, and for right now it was not the time. Darcy could hear the beeping speedy up in the background. He made a sound-

" Questions later," She interrupted, " running and living now."

Grabbing his hand she ran them to cover behind a near-by brick fence. The arrow blew off and went off with a boom echoing off the buildings surrounding the park. Darcy felt the gush of wind the explosion pushed. Leaning her head back on the wall she relaxed and then immediately tensed back up. Of course, there were falling metal pieces of the death coming at her and Spidey.

"Well just great!" Darcy let out a flow of cures as she reached into her a compartment of a glove.

"Wh-" He stopped short as she guesses he saw the metal pieces. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw him tense up a bit. Just as Darcy was about to place the force-field disc on the ground arms wrapped around her. A blush creeps to her cheeks no boy had ever held her in a protective hold. Still, her brows furrowed.

" Let go of me," She tried to slide out but his hold held strong, " Parker we'll be fine!"

At the mention of Darcy using his real name, he jumped back enough for her slip out. Quickly she slapped the disc on the dark green grassy ground. Pushing a button it glowed blue and the field surrounded them. The metal fell onto the field and not them. She mentally patted her back that it worked and they weren't dead. Goosebumps danced on her arms as the metal bashed against the field, reminding her of the fire. . .the burning wood.

Darcy shook her head as if it would shake the thought out. Peter looked at her, she could tell.

"Are-"

She gave him a shushing finger and he quieted immediately. After minutes of sitting in silence, Darcy could feel the awkwardness settled. Right there in the dome keeping them from injury physically; but not the mental wound of awkward silence. . .Ugh, she groaned mentally to herself.

- - - - Iron Arrow - - -

The last piece fell, and she quickly put down the barrier. Darcy was more relieved to get out of the confined space than she realized. Dusting her bottoms off she turned to Peter. He was taking off the spider-man mask since everyone had left due to the blow. Darcy smirked while the mask slipped off. His face was written with confusion and shock. She and he stood like that for several good, solid minutes.

Peter parker shook from his shock, literally. His bangs fell into his face once he was done. A blush crept to her cheeks and ears, and she hated the butterflies in her stomach. Darcy didn't like to think that he looks like an adorable cinnamon roll. He looked up at her and ran a hand through his hair to bring the hair from out of his eyes. 'Crap! That's hot-' Darcy stopped the thought, she wasn't here to catch feelings. Mentally she slapped herself. Also everything else of punishing stupidity.

" H-how," Peter brought her up from her lists of metal self-punishment

" How do you know my name."

She brought every ounce of confidence back. Pushing the fluster-self away as she placed a hand on his shoulder. Darcy sensed him tense underneath her touch.

" Peter," She sighed and smirked, " I'll never tell you."

" But-" Peter's voice cracked before he stopped. She pulled her hand off as it began to fill weird. Her train of thought was still going in every direction. Worst off all she couldn't stop it from doing just that. She stood there trying to catch it.

" Sooo," He spoke again, " are we just gonna stand here or what?"

Darcy jumped at the sound, " N-no. . . . It was good to meet you in person."

She took out her bow, then another zip-line arrow. Darcy turned back to him before retreating the situation. She gave him a solute of goodbye accompanied with a crooked smile. Shooting to a nearby building she connects her bow.

" Bye. "

Starting with a jog she turned it into a run. Soon her feet lifted off the ground and the bow took over moving forward. Darcy felt her chest untighten as she moved father from Parker. Letting out a breath of relief her mind wander. Like it had done so many times tonight in the very presence of Peter. What does it mean? Why had she acted so tonight? Her mind wonder in the solution of reasons all failed. After more thought, she came up with a sensible one. It had to be because it was the first time meeting an official part-time avenger. Darcy just knew it wasn't because she was developing feelings. There was no way. She wouldn't allow it.

Exhaustion finally hit her from all the all-nights she had pulled over the week. Despite Conner's protests and concerns. Darcy was used to them, they had become routine. Unfortunately, from the habit, it was hard for her to sleep at night now. Unless she passed out. A feeling of excitement come over her to get home and asleep.

Suddenly something wrapped around her arms. The strange white and sticky thing pulled forcing her arms to her torso. Darcy was jerked again pulling her backward. In those seconds she couldn't think and soon her head banged on something hard. Blackness with creeping over her vision. In the saw a blurred red and blue body.

Darcy didn't have the energy to think for a curse towards him. Before she completely knocked out she heard:

"Whoops, sorry."

And her bow crushed to the ground.