Disclaimer: I do not own the "Avengers" "Thor" or "Guardians of the Galaxy" or "X-men".
Author's Note: Review and be merry or more chapters I shall not carry…lol.
"Well damn, this is embarrassing." Darcy whispered looking around, she wanted to raise her hands in a gesture of 'I come in peace and mean you no harm' but then she would drop her cozy dragon covering and flash the onlookers. "I know I looked totally off my rocker talking to this ring on my finger, but I'm not insane yet." Darcy laughed nervously "This ring is connected to an alien that happens to be my so-not-receiving-a-gift-for-his-birthday great- grandfather. I was just sending him a message about the impending doom that is my rage." Darcy waited for the weapons to lower and when they didn't she began to ramble more. "So my name is Darcy Lewis, I know I look like something the good old doctor Who dragged in, but I really from Earth. I think you guys call it Midgard. I just found out that I might be a higher percentage of weird than I usually rank myself to be, and a top secret government agency wants to lock me away and dissect me and poke at my innards. I fell through a roof…or more like went through a roof and fainted and when I awoke I found myself on your awesomely cool planet. So-"
"Enough child! "A beautiful middle-aged looking woman glided through the crowd that parted at her voice. She wore a beautiful white gown trimmed in gold and her golden hair in long curled ringlets cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. The woman was poised and seemed stern as she gave the warriors three an admonishing look, before looking at an alarmed Darcy who she gave an amused smile. "You could talk the God of Mischief himself around in circles. You must be the woman Thor seeks shelter for. I am Frigga queen of Asgard, wife of Odin and mother to Thor and Loki."
"Mother." Thor said in acknowledgment of her presence.
Darcy found herself in awe. A real queen was standing before her, and she was covered in flames naked with just a blanket to shield her. 'Should I bow? Do I curtsy?' Darcy thought glancing to Thor who just smiled in amusement. Darcy gave Frigga a nervous smile before clumsily curtsying.
"I'm honored to meet you your majesty." Darcy felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment, wondering how she should introduce herself to a queen. 'Come on Darcy you were a political science major, grow some balls.' Darcy mentally scolded herself before straightening her posture and trying to salvage the remaining shreds of her dignity. "My name is Darcy Lewis and…"
"Having been privy to your frenzied speech I know who you are Darcy Lewis of Midgard." Frigga said kindly.
"Oh." Darcy closed her mouth realizing that it had been open the entire time, Darcy watched Frigga study her appearance and then the trail of dark burn marks she was leaving all over the palace. Darcy winced. 'Do they lock people up in Asgard for unintentional vandalism?'
Darcy opened her mouth to say sorry and offer to pay for the damage 'though she knew her meager savings wouldn't cover it' but froze as she felt a tingling sensation on the index finger of her right hand. Darcy brought the golden ring to eye level. The ring emitted a darker blue glow, and Darcy felt her hand becoming possessed again 'shit'.
Turning to Thor Darcy gave him a worried look. "Something is about to happen, I don't know what it is but it doesn't feel good."
"Is that ring causing you harm? You must make haste to discard of it." Thor demanded, closing the distance between himself and Darcy as close as he could before the flickering flames around her became too much for him to bare comfortably.
"I would if I could, but this piece of junk isn't coming off." Darcy felt something building inside of her, as if it was trying to escape. Darcy's blue eyes furrowed in confusion trying to figure out what was about to occur.
Her Possessed arm and hand straightened to aim palm facing down at the grown beneath her. "I think you guys should stand back." Darcy whispered concentrated on the ground.
Thor began to usher the growing crowd back into the castle. Frigga cast her son a concerned look as she stood beside her son and in front of the crowd. Everyone watched as words written in dark ink appeared across the ground in a rushed frenzied script.
Forgive me my dearest Darcy, if future sight had been my gift I would have never awakened what rested dormant within you. Your blood is not purely Dresleim having been diluted by the coupling of myself with a mortal and your grandfather and father with, what I am beginning to suspect must have been more than human. I am of noble decent of Dresleim…but I could have never imagined…
Dearest Darcy you have been chosen to bare the flame of my-our- people. You shine like a beacon and they will come for you.
In my selfish thirst for vengeance against my enemies I thought to use you to free me. The crown you adorn is all the proof they will need.
You know nothing of the dangers to come, you are unprepared, untrained, and I am at fault. Prophesies speak of one such as yourself…I did not see the signs.
I must wield you against your wishes this once to free myself from my imprisonment, so that I may ready you for what is to come. If you wish to run, I will run with you and hide you as best as I can.
Darcy watched as the writing stopped an inch from her feet, she felt an invisible force tugging her in all directions, and she looked up at Thor, her mouth moving wanting to say something, anything but she was too speechless. A fist of fear squeezed around her heart, as she felt her body involuntarily backing away. She knew instantly that she wasn't in control of her body her great-grandfather had kept true to his word and taken control over her.
"H-he's controlling me. T-Thor I can't move. Why can't I fucking control my own body?" Darcy asked frantically looking at Thor who came forward to grab her. Darcy's body leapt up in the air and she landed on the edge of the banister. She was scared to look behind her and down, the fall alone would kill her.
"Stop controlling me!" Darcy yelled.
Her own hand pulled the Dragon covering from around her and threw it in the air before her. Strange unknown words fell from her lips as her hands made slashing motions in the air. Darcy watched as the Dragon material tore in various places before being covered in the same blue light of her ring. The material swirled around Darcy attaching to her, forming what looked to be a suit on her that looked like the leather get-up that only the X-men seemed to be able to pull off. The body suit of Dragon hide fit to her as if a second skin, it even covered her once bar feet. The only part of Darcy's body left uncovered was her hands, neck, face and head.
Against her will Darcy snapped her fingers and watched as the (what she was expecting couldn't be made of actual gold) gold ring on her hand snapped in half. Half of the ring floated before her and expanded and reshaped until it became a Darcy sized form fitting armor that attached itself to her in various places. A golden chest and back plate covered her torso with indentations for her breast in the armor. Darcy's calves, ankles, forearms and thighs were wrapped in golden armor. The ring on Darcy's finger became whole and solid again.
If Darcy wasn't scared shitless she could appreciate the whole badass super hero look.
Darcy looked to the crowd on the balcony who were staring at Darcy uncertain if they should prepare for a battle or assist in helping free her from whatever magic that controlled her.
'Magic, shit where is the God of Mischief when I actually need him.' Darcy thought, willing to let Loki help or anyone help her at that moment.
When she began to actually levitate off of the banister and float out to over the garden Darcy knew she was screwed.
"Shit I can fly!" Darcy exclaimed not wanting to look down.
A loud whizzing sound filled her ears and Darcy watched as Mjonir was summoned by Thor who began to swing it in a helicopter motion and fly to stand before her in the sky.
"Lady Darcy! You must tell me what I can do to assist you." Thor yelled as the peaceful night sky of Asgard filled with storm clouds.
"I don't think there's anything anyone can do." Darcy said trying to remain as calm and level headed as she could be. "I'm going back to Earth rather I want to or not Thor. I-I'm going to free the man responsible for doing this to me. He says he won't go looking for a fight with his enemies, but he seriously hates S.H.I.E.L.D." Darcy felt the tears slide down her cheeks and wondered how it was possible to cry when she was on fire. Darius didn't take control of her mouth or eyes at least. "I'm guessing S.H.I.E.L.D won't just hand him over will they? Ever kickass agent is going to be on my ass, and I'm going to die. God I'm going to die aren't I?" Darcy watched as Thor tensed.
"You have my word that it will not come to that, Jane and I will not let S.H.I.E.L.D end your life." Thor spoke in that serious voice that made Darcy want to believe what he said.
"I can feel what he's planning." Darcy said biting her full lips and furrowing her brows in concentration. Darcy flew up higher and stared off towards the now broken rainbow bridge site. Without her wanting it to her body began to fly in that direction, until Thor appeared before her, causing her to jerk to a stop, and form a fireball in her hand.
Thor looked from the fireball to Darcy's eyes wearily.
"I think I'm about to burn you out of my way, if you don't move." Darcy closed her eyes. "I'll free you Darius, just leave everyone here alone. Thor is one of the good guys ok." Darcy spoke quietly. She sighed when the ball fire dispersed back into her body.
"Can you not fight his control?" Thor bellowed across from her.
"This is all sort of new to me you know. Convincing him not to make me throw flames at you to let me pass is kind of taking all of my concentration. He knows you work for S.H.I.E.L.D so you already have points against you."
"Does he mean to harm your world or those of S.H.I.E.L.D's employ when he is freed?" Thor asked.
Darcy looked down at the people gathered below. There was an old guy with a jeweled eye patch and a staff with royal looking robes walking with a small battalion behind him.
"Thor! What is the meaning of this? Is this child foe or friend?" The old man yelled.
Looking at Darcy one more time before looking down, Thor spoke "Father, Lady Darcy remains a friend of Jane and myself. She is bewitched by the ring that adorns her finger, controlled by her great-grandfather. He controls her in an effort to free himself from his Midgardian prison. I regret to say that I require Loki's assistance."
"That, I cannot permit. Loki is far immersed in his madness and has yet to be redeemed." The All-father replied.
"Thor!" Darcy yelled as she flew over his head in a blaze. Flames whipped around her as she soared over the palace towards the broken bridge.
Glancing behind her she could see Thor speed in her direction holding Mjonir out and aimed forward, he raced like a bullet through the air towards her.
Loki had long since left the enclosure of his cell, leaving a replica of himself in his place. He used his magic to hide in the shadows gracing the balcony as he stared down at the crowd gathered below that appeared as if they were preparing for battle. He was well aware of what had occurred here tonight, he had seen everything through the mirror, even when Thor pleaded with the All-father to allow Loki to assist in freeing Darcy from her relative's control. Loki had wanted to come to the intriguing woman's rescue numerous times but he held himself back, knowing that he could not afford to be rash where his treasure was concerned. Loki needed to ease his way into the Dresleim Princesses' heart, while simultaneously erasing Thor from there and he could not accomplish that while in Asgard.
'Midgardians will not take kindly to having me in their midst again.' Loki thought smiling before heading off to a secret portal between Asgard and Midgard. After all he did owe S.H.I.E.L.D their downfall.
Darcy landed on the broken rainbow bridge and stopped short at the sight of a tall dark skinned man dressed in gold armor standing with a staff in hand and giving her a challenging look. "I do not see why you have wasted your efforts in coming this way, the Bifrost has yet to be repaired." Heimdall explained simply.
Darcy knelt down and rested a palm against the rainbow bridge, and as Thor appeared behind her she vanished in a burst of blue light before a familiar swirl of color engulfed her. Darcy blinked when she reappeared out in the middle of what appeared to be a dessert.
"What the hell?" Darcy asked, squinting her eyes at the harsh glare of the sun as her body moved with a will not her own, Darcy took in the barren scenery and wondered briefly if Shield somehow had a base out here, and if they did where could it be.
Darcy's feet lifted off of the ground and she flew low over the desert floor, stopping after what felt like hours over a non-discreet metal door in the sand. Darcy rolled her eyes in irritation of S.H.I.E.L.D's creativity in hiding their hideouts.
Involuntary lifting a hand to the door, Darcy watched biting her lip as the door began to warp and melt under the heat, oozing molted metal down into the dark tunnel below it. When she was done with the doors, there wasn't anything solid left to make a sound.
Bending her head down, Darcy looked at the dark tunnel descending deep into the earth with trepidation. She didn't want to go down there, but realized it wasn't her choice as her body ignored the ladder descending down and just flew to the bottom.
The concrete walls of the tunnel became illuminated by the torch that is her body. Darcy came to a point in the tunnels that seemed to curve sharply right.
'Another door?' Darcy eyed the door. This one was a hell of a lot more high tech than the first door. There was a hand scanner, and some other weird spy agency thing-a-ma-jigs attached to the door.
The ring on Darcy's finger glowed and her blood boiled in anger as the familiar cursive script of Darius appeared glowing on the ceiling above her head as her ringed finger pointed upward.
Daughter of my son's son, a trap awaits you beyond this door. The agents are aware of your presence. They attempt to drug me. I will not be able to maintain control over your vessel much longer. I am aware of the loathing you must hold for me dearest, should you choose to turn back and walk away I will hold not a drop of animosity towards you.
The written ended and the metal door began to ease open on its own.
Darcy closed her eyes tightly clenching her fist at her sides after lowering her raised hand; she could feel her great grandfather's control over her faltering, as she gained more control over her body as the seconds ticked by.
'Way to guilt trip me.' Darcy mentally fumed, wanting to turn her back and run as far and fast away from everyone who wanted something from her. Leaving her incarcerated, body snatching, alien great grandfather in prison seemed like the sane and rational thing to do. S.H.I.E.L.D had to have a good reason for keeping Darius locked in the desert and underground. Darcy could either choose to be a rational good guy superhero, someone Thor would be proud of, or she could be really stupid and get labeled a villain all for the sake of family. Darcy had seconds to make a decision.
Later when Darcy had time to herself to think and rationalize why she chose to do what she did, she would blame her hormones, her lack of IPod time, and fear and confusion about not having anyone who could help her become normal again; because even if she still had Jane and Thor in her corner, none of them could understand what the fuck was happening to her. The only person who came close was Thor's crazy brother Loki, and Darcy couldn't shake the feeling that she would be digging herself a far worse hole if she messed around with the God of Lies and Mischief.
The door clicked opened fully and Darcy's watery eyes opened.
"Miss Lewis."
'I am so a fucking villain, I'm going straight to villainous hell.' Darcy thought laughing without mirth at her fucked up life. Captain America and a fierce looking red-headed chick wearing a head to toe leather and boot outfit stood side by side eyeing Darcy as if she was a ticking time bomb.
"Miss Lewis we don't want to hurt you. Please surrender quietly and we'll do the best we can to help y-" Captain America began.
"I may have forgot to pay a few speeding tickets, and I still have a library book that is overdue, but how did I become a criminal? I'm just-I was just a political science major, I wanted to go into politics, change the world. No one has ever really noticed me and all of a sudden I can't seem to get away from all this fucked up shit." Darcy's breath hitched. "And I'm so fucking sick of crying." Darcy wiped at her eyes. "How can I even produce tears? I'm on fire."
Captain America watched the sobbing young woman with a look of sympathy on his face. "You aren't a criminal, and you don't have to be. Everyone has a choice." Captain America said soothingly.
Black Widow rolled her eyes. "Fury will be the judge of that. Your disappearing act in Massachusetts resulted in an explosion that killed 9 agents." Black Widow said calmly, leveling the gun in her hand with Darcy's face.
"I didn't kill anyone. That wasn't me." Darcy knew instantly that this wouldn't become a friendly and understanding capture. They weren't going to sit around her and toast Marshmallows on her open flames and share stories of psychotic relatives. If she didn't fight she'd never see the light of day again.
"Anybody up for some S'mores?"
Darcy tensed at the voice at her back.
"Tony, you were ordered to remain hidden." Captain America sent a frown over Darcy's head.
"Eh, what can I say? I couldn't sit by and not see the person responsible for the almighty Fury's raise in blood pressure. I wondered what all of the secrecy was about, is this it?" Tony asked casually raking his eyes up the back of Darcy's body.
Putting her back to the tunnel wall beside her, Darcy stood so that Iron man was at her right side and Captain America and the Black Widow was on her left. These were the guys who defeated Loki, and an alien army, Darcy did not want to have her back to any of them.
"Well now that I see her front, I can understand. You're pretty hot, pun intended." Tony said lifting the mask on his Iron Man suit and smirking. Tony's smirk faded into a frown.
"How old are you kid?" Tony asked.
"Trying to see if you can get in my pants without landing in jail?" Darcy asked smirking despite the dire circumstances.
"Wow, sexy and a mind reader. What else can you do?" Tony asked, turning to lean against the wall across from Darcy, as if they had all of the time in the world.
"Name all of the presidents in chronological order, belch the alphabets, and make a cup of coffee so good you'll swear you've died and gone to Starbucks." Darcy said jokingly. She always joked when she got nervous, or scared shitless.
"I see, so you're in your early twenties. Kind of young for S.H.I.E.L.D level villainy though. What's your plan… world domination?" Tony asked rubbing his chin in deep thought as he studied Darcy. "Totally overdone and cliché by the way." Tony added.
"I just want to lose the flames, listen to my IPod and go off to an island somewhere for a very long time. You're pretty loaded. Can you loan a broke ex-college student an island?" Darcy joked.
"I don't get it." Tony said all of a sudden standing up to his full height and addressing the two agents blocking the entrance to the open door.
"I don't get why you're wasting time chatting when we have a job to do." The black widow sent a glare Tony's way.
"I see Katnis hasn't been giving you any lately." Tony retorted.
"Keep running your mouth and I'll shoot you in it." The Black widow said, not taking her eyes off of Darcy.
"Tony, stop antagonizing her." Captain American ordered.
"Yes dad, whatever you say." Tony held up his hands in mock surrender.
Darcy couldn't believe her eyes. These people were the Avengers who saved the world? Who defeated Loki? "And Jane called me immature." Darcy said aloud.
"You don't grab me as the kill, destroy, and maim type kid. Which leaves the question: Why does Fury want to lock you up and throw away the key?"
"She's responsible for an explosion that killed 9 agents." Black Widow answered.
Darcy shot the redhead a glare as her flames angrily lashed out around her. "I said it wasn't me!" Darcy yelled in irritation, moving from against the wall.
"Jarvis you got the readings on that heat?" Tony asked aloud.
A spike of pain shot through Darcy, and without even thinking she felt herself falling as the rainbow colors of teleportation engulfed her.
Darcy reappeared in a blindingly white operation room with a single metal operation table in the center of it. Wires and machines surrounded the table, as what appeared to be doctors huddled around it. Darcy noticed the hand lifelessly dangling from the table, and saw the ring similar to her own and knew who ever it was, was unconscious or worse on top of the operation table. She didn't speak, everything felt too much like her grandfather's last moments alive in the hospital.