Wanda/Darcy 2

by darthelwig

***I own nothing. I'm just having fun.***

Darcy wants to complain. Not that it would do any good. Jane was insistent on coming to Sokovia. Something about excellent visibility for some planetary lineup. That was all well and good for Jane, but Darcy could see very little else to recommend Novi Grad as a tourist destination, especially not the whole "civil unrest and possible rioting" thing. She could do without that. Jane however, would walk through fire to get The Science, so Darcy helped it happen.

Couldn't she have interned with a slightly more sane scientist? Jane was great. She loved Jane like that annoying older sister she never had. She even let Darcy do pretty much whatever she wanted as long as Jane got her science, but there were other things that mattered. Like personal safety and comfort. Y'know. Little things.

At the moment, Jane was asleep. Staying up all night meant daytime was sleepy time, and Darcy should really have been in bed too, but she has too much restless energy. Time to see what Sokovia had to offer.

Not much, at least, not where they were. Maybe it would be better elsewhere in Novi Grad, but all she found were a few restaurants, some tiny stores, and an open air market. Now that actually looked interesting.

She browsed the stalls, picking up some fresh fruit along the way. It was pretty busy. There were people bargaining with the sellers, kids running around with their mothers calling after them, some young couples walking hand in hand. Most of what was said was in some foreign language she couldn't immediately identify, but there was a bit of English being thrown around as well, so she wasn't totally lost.

Darcy bit into an apple as she did a little people watching, one of her favorite activities. It was way better than television sometimes. People were crazy. She liked that.

Someone bumped into her, and she prepared to give the culprit the meanest, baddest glare she could, when she found herself looking into the biggest, greenest eyes she'd ever seen. The woman was gorgeous, with long, dark hair and absolutely kissable lips. Darcy searched for something to say, something to bring the beautiful girl back towards her, but she was moving further into the crowd. She looked back to give Darcy a wink and a wicked smile, and then she was gone.

A sudden thought occurred to Darcy, and she reached for her wallet, but it was gone. She'd been too distracted by the hot chick to realize she'd been victim to one of the oldest tricks in the book, the bump and grab. She should've known a girl like that wouldn't normally give her the time of day. She should've known there was something up. Wasn't she supposed to be the street smart member of the team?

"Damn it! Jane's gonna kill me." She groaned as she turned and made her way back to the little hotel they were staying at. At least the place was old enough to still use real keys. The key was still safely in her pocket.

She kicked herself all the way back to their room.

Jane was mad, but seeing as how that hadn't been all of their money, she got over it. She had bigger things to worry about, like getting her equipment set up for the night. Which meant lugging around a bunch of stuff from the car to a little hilltop outside the city. Not too bad. They'd done worse, and it was a nice night.

Darcy spent the evening listening to her music with one ear and Jane with the other, which was pretty relaxing. She nodded off for a while, only waking up when Jane started packing things away and calling her name. She seemed pretty happy, so Darcy smiled and hummed while they worked. A happy Jane was a good thing. She liked when her friend was happy.

Once again, though, Darcy couldn't sleep, and instead went walking around. She kept a close eye on her pockets this time, not wanting a repeat of the day before.

She hadn't expected to see the pretty thief again, but there she was at the edge of the crowd, looking for all the world like she wasn't searching for her next mark. Anger burned in Darcy's gut, and before she knew it, she was stalking up to the woman and grabbing her by the arm. The woman's eyes widened as she saw Darcy, but Darcy wasn't gonna let her get away without at least venting some of her frustration.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Darcy asked, voice shaking with emotion. The girl's eyes grew impossibly wide, and Darcy might've laughed under different circumstances. "I mean, I know hitting up tourists is the 'in' thing, but we can't all afford to be robbed, alright? Some of us don't even have paying jobs. Im doing it for the love, baby, all for the love."

The girl just stared at her, and Darcy started to get uncomfortable.

"What?" she asked. "Do you not speak English, 'cause that would really suck if I just wasted that whole speech."

Suddenly Darcy's hand was ripped off the girl's arm and she was shoved roughly away.

"Hands off my sister," the hot new guy growled at her. He was cradling the girl in his arms and looked ready to get violent at any second. Darcy reached in her pocket for her mini taser, but didn't pull it out quite yet. She didn't wanna escalate the situation if she didn't have to. The guy was pretty imposing, not huge, but strong looking, and bristling with anger.

"Hey, she's the one who stole my wallet, man. I'm just talking to her," Darcy said.

The hottie said something to him in their native language, and Darcy was struck by how damn sexy her voice was. Damn.

The guy was looking down at his sister incredulously now, and she was obviously trying to calm him. Darcy appreciated the effort, but maybe it was time to split, while they were preoccupied. She took a couple of slow steps backwards, then turned to go, when the girl called out after her.

"Please wait. I wish to talk," the girl said. Darcy felt the sharp burn of her soul mark, and gasped, her hand coming up to cover her arm where the mark lay under her shirt. She turned back to the siblings and watched as the girl slowly approached her.

"What did you say?" Darcy asked, still a bit stunned.

"I asked you to wait. I wish to speak to you, my soulmate, before you disappear." She said something to her brother before turning back to Darcy. "Come. It's best if we don't talk here."

Darcy followed the woman in a daze, hardly able to believe what was happening. How could this be her soulmate? A beautiful thief from a little war torn country. It was like some stupid romance novel or something. Things like this just didn't happen, especially not to her.

She was led to an alley a couple blocks away, where it was quieter and there was no one but them, and suddenly Darcy was nervous. She was practically queasy from nerves.

"I'm sorry I stole from you. I would not have done that if I had known who you were," the girl said in that spectacularly sexy voice of hers, and Darcy had to fight down a wave of arousal so strong it made her knees shake. "Pietro is fetching your wallet. Most of it is still intact, though I'm afraid we have spent some of your money already." The girl looked ashamed, and Darcy found her anger melting away.

"Why steal at all?" she asked.

"It is impossible for us to find work. Not many people are hiring, and especially not to people like us. This is not how we want to live, but we do what we must to survive." In the girl's eyes was a silent plea for understanding.

"Okay. I get that," Darcy said. "I'm super glad you still have my wallet. I sorta need my ID and stuff. Thanks for returning it to me."

"Of course," the girl said. "I would never do anything to harm you. I apologize for what I have done."

"It's okay. I know what it's like to do what you gotta do," Darcy said, giving her a small smile. "What's your name?"

"Wanda. Wanda Maximoff."

"Hi, Wanda. I'm Darcy Lewis, and you have a beautiful name." Darcy grinned. "I never thought I'd have a drop dead gorgeous soulmate." Darcy watched a light blush spread over Wanda's cheeks, and she reached out to brush her fingers over the girl's face. Wanda leaned into her touch, and Darcy stepped forward into her space, close enough to feel the heat of Wanda's body.

When their lips met, it was magical. Darcy's eyes slid closed, and she moaned into the kiss, her fingers tangling in Wanda's hair to pull her closer. She felt the woman's hands on her hips, gripping her tightly before sliding around to her lower back, her fingers traveling downwards from there. Their embrace grew more heated, kisses almost desperate, until Pietro cleared his throat, breaking them apart.

"Get a room," he said, rolling his eyes, and Wanda grinned. He handed Darcy her wallet, managing to look contrite even with a teasing smirk on his face. Darcy ignored that, refusing to be embarrassed for losing it over Wanda. Had he seen his sister?

"So… Where do we go from here?" Darcy asked. "I'm only in Novi Grad for a couple more days, but I don't wanna leave you," she said to Wanda.

"May we come with you?" Wanda asked, looking worried. "We have no money, but we can do other things. Cook, clean, fix things, whatever you need, we can do it. There is nothing for us here." Pietro nodded his agreement.

"Well, I've gotta find the money for the plane tickets. Do you have paperwork, like a passport or whatever?" They both shook their heads, and Darcy sighed. "That's gonna be harder, but I know a guy who can maybe pull a few strings." She caressed Wanda's face, her gaze softening. "Don't worry. You're coming with me, one way or another. I'm not letting go of a good thing."

Wanda's smile was bright enough to light up the world.