Okay, so as I said, there might be a second chapter and look at that. For those of you waiting on Mischief Love as Challenge, I do have half of the next chapter written but its only three pages at the moment and I'll admit to struggling a little with the characters. I do have an ending quasi-planned though and I promise I'll get that done ASAP. Once again, writing will slow down due to thesis attempting to take over my life (as it properly should) and the vastly different mindset I need to work on that versus this. Anyway.

So, this won't be the last chapter under this story. I have another one I'm working on and possibly one more that'll be from the distant past but part of the same story arc. Don't know yet. Anyway, enjoy.

- Illusinia

The sound of Clint sighing heavily behind her drew Darcy into consciousness, though she wasn't sure why. Banging registered next, followed by drunken shouting that sounded distinctly like Stark. Great. It was gonna be one of those nights. Really, she suspected he just wanted to tease her and Clint. Her background and family were probably nothing compared to Tony realizing that they were dating, or whatever it was called.

Unfortunately, that meant getting out of bed and she was pretty sure her legs were still jelly from earlier. Seriously, Clint had some untapped talents, even if they weren't superpowers. More than once, Darcy had toyed with the idea of using her own magic in the bedroom but she knew that, somehow, that would end up being a no-no by her mothers standards. And a lecture from the Lady of Time, Walker of the Stream, Seer of the World Conscious, whatever you wanted her call her mother, was always a terrifying fate to meet.

Seriously, her mother had the world's scariest glare. Even her Aunt Rohan couldn't glare like that and the woman was a hit-woman and wolf in human clothing. Literally. It was hilarious to watch her freak people out with that little transformation. Both Darcy and Derek/Lopt suspected Aunt Rohan was solely responsible for every werewolf myth or legend in existence. Every last one. Not that they'd ever tell her that of course.

The banging continued, drawing Darcy back to the dark bedroom and the fact that Clint wasn't next to her anymore. Instead, he was pulling on pants and tromping to the door into his room. Though she couldn't say for sure, she's pretty sure Clint actually growled at Tony when he threw the door open. "What do you want Tony? Its fucking late."

Tony grinned stupidly, a direct result of his drunken state, and actually tried to stumble into the room. Clint stopped him with a well placed hand. "What's got your boxers in a bunch Barton? I just came up to drag you and your little girlfriend downstairs for drinks and story time. We gave you the chance to fuck like rabbits, so now its time to par-ty!"

Darcy heard her own groan around the same time Clint gave his. Seriously, Tony could be such a pain sometimes. "Buzz off Tony, we're not coming down." Yeah, her voice was a growl and she was a little afraid her bones might be shifting a little (transformation wasn't just for Aunt Rohan) but could anyone really blame her? All she wanted to do was curl back up with Clint, go for another round of jelly-leg-inducing sex, and sleep off the rest of the night. Without people demanding answers or stories.

"Ah, come on Lewis!" exclaimed Tony. "Where's your sense of adventure? Where's your sense of personal pride? You're the daughter of a goddess, woman!"

Giving up, Darcy rose from the bed completely naked with no regard for Tony standing right there because, frankly, she didn't care. Reaching for her robe, she wrapped it around her body and stalked to the door. Tony was staring at her, slack jawed and drooling, while Clint was smirking cockily. Really, the man knew how lucky he was and knew how much Tony pissed her off. It wasn't like there was a risk of her leaving him for Tony after all. "First off Stark, my mother isn't a goddess. She's got a lot of different names but goddess isn't one of them. Second, I'm plenty proud of where I come from. I'm a granddaughter to the Morrigan for fucks sake. Its kinda hard not to be proud of that. But for me, pride and bragging are not synonymous. So stories? Those are a no go."

Clint was clearly trying not to laugh his ass off at her little speech and the gob-smacked look which still graced Tony's face. It took a few minutes before Tony could get his mouth to work again. "Well, how about a little Q & A session? Seriously Lewis, you're leaving us all high and dry! We're your buddies, and we want to know!"

Darcy drew in a slow, frustrated breath and glanced at Clint. He looked back at her with a shrug, indicating whatever she chose was good with him. Unfortunately, it was looking more and more like they'd have to go along with Tony unless she wanted to A) use her magic again or B) knock him out physically and hope Pepper didn't kill her. No one else would care. Hell, Pepper might honestly not care. Drunken Tony had to be one of the most obnoxious beings on the planet.

For a moment she actually considered knocking the drunken man out, but she figured there had been enough trouble today. With a heavy sigh, Darcy nodded her head, relenting to Tony's insistent requests. "Fine, but if things get out of line I'm leaving. Also, everyone gets one question. No make-ups or do-overs if you don't like the answer or change your mind about the question. And the way I choose to answer the question can't be deemed invalid. Clear?"

"Crystal!" grinned Tony. "Now lets go."

Darcy rolled her eyes and grabbed some clothes off the ground. "Geez, let me dress first."

Tony smirked as he leaned against the door frame casually. "You certainly didn't seem shy when you were climbing naked out of the bed."

"True," agreed Darcy as she ducked into the bathroom and partway closed the door. "But unless you can get Clint to go downstairs naked, I'm getting dressed. No, I'm not ashamed of my body but it's considered courteous to wear clothing when around others that you aren't fucking. Personally, I don't get why but, yeah, I was kinda raised with different rules."

Though she couldn't see him, based on Clint's snorting laugh Tony had to have a priceless look on his face. Glancing through the crack in the door, Darcy confirmed her suspicions and had to work hard to keep from laughing. The man seriously looked ready to pass out or like he could die happy.

"Any way I can guarantee a place where you live when I die?" asked Tony pleadingly. "I'm willing to convert!"

"No!" exclaimed Darcy with a laugh. "I've already got a spot reserved for a human spirit, no way in Hel's realm will Mom let me have another. Sorry."

Tony was giving her a curious look when she emerged less than a moment later in one of Clint's t-shirts and her jeans. "And who might that be, hmmm?" His eyes darted to Clint for a moment before returning to Darcy. "A certain archer perhaps?"

Darcy merely rolled her eyes and pushed Tony out of the doorway, Clint hot on her heels and still sans shirt. At her raised eyebrow he just shot her a suggestive grin and she just knew if she asked he'd say something about fewer articles of clothing to remove later. Course, that same line of thinking was precisely why she wasn't currently wearing underwear. At all.

Ahead of them, Tony was calling to the others about something or another. She caught the words "goddess in the house!" and rolled her eyes. Men. It took less than five minutes for her and Clint to reach the room everyone else was gathered in. No one except perhaps Dr. Banner looked sober. He was sipping tea as calmly as he could, though his hand shook a little when Darcy appeared in the doorway. Everyone else just turned to stare at her. Great. This was why she didn't usually tell people about her heritage.

With a roll of her eyes, she descended the stairs with Clint behind her and flopped onto an open space on the couch. Clint sat beside her, after retrieving a beer for both each of them. She popped off the top, then threw it at Tony. "Okay, you know the terms. Lets get this over with."

"Terms?" repeated Jane in concern. "Darcy, you don't have to do anything if you don't want to. No one is forcing you to be here."

Darcy snorted. "Yeah, I know. And technically if I really cared I could just drop Stark into another dimension for the night or until he sobered up enough to leave us alone. But this needs to get done, so lets get it done. Anyone who wants to ask a question gets one, I reserve the right to answer that question to the extent I choose, and however I interpret the question is how it gets answered. No take backs or do-overs if you don't like it. Mostly, this applies to Tony."

"Hey!" exclaimed Tony. "How come I get special rules?"

Clint snickered some as Darcy shot back with a roll of her eyes: "Because you're that special Tony. Just think of it as 'special Stark privileges'."

Tony took another sip of his drink and snorted. "You're just afraid of what I'll ask."

"Damn right," growled Darcy. "Those are the terms, anyone who doesn't like them can bow out. Now, who's first?"

Thor stood up quickly. "I will ask fir-"

"Me!" exclaimed Tony. "I have the only important question that really needs to be asked. H-"

Darcy rolled her eyes and sighed. "1200, give or take a decade." Tony stopped mid sentence and everyone just turned to stare at her. She responded with a raised eyebrow. "What? He was gonna ask how old I am."

Jane's eyes nearly bugged out. "You-you're 1200 years old?"

"Give or take a decade," repeated Darcy. "We stopped officially keeping track almost two hundred years ago. It just wasn't important anymore."

Tony's jaw was moving up and down but no sound was coming out. Natasha smacked the back of his head to restart his brain. "Shit Barton, and we thought you were a cradle robber!"

"Hey!" snapped back Clint. "I'll have you know, she approached me."

"Because you were staring at her incessantly," reminded Natasha with a smirk. "Also, I seem to recall that you were pushed a little when she did..."

Clint glared at Natasha, causing the Russian woman to chuckle a little.

Thor cleared his throat. "I would like to ask a question."

Darcy nodded at him casually. "Go ahead big guy."

For a moment, the God of Thunder looked a little confused before her meaning dawned on him and he was quick to agree. "I must know one thing before I ask my question, if this is acceptable?" A raised eyebrow from Darcy prompted him to continue. "It pertains to what I may call you."

"Darcy," replied Darcy calmly. "Until I'm immortal again, call me Darcy."

Thor nodded. "Very well. Lady Darcy, I wish to know, as a good Uncle must, are you married?"

Darcy spit out her beer. "What?"

The Thunder God looked completely unfazed by her suddenly propelled drink, which landed right in Tony's face, much to Clint, Pepper, and Natasha's amusement. Even Steve was attempting to suppress a small smile. "Are you wed? Is there a husband with whom I should speak and ensure, even in retrospect, that you shall be treated well?"

She was still choking a little, with Clint rubbing her back softly. His face, however, had gone a little steely. Apparently, he hadn't even considered she might be married when the information about who she was came out. "Darce?"

"Fine," she squeaked as the beer was finally evacuated from her lungs enough for her to draw breath. "Just fine, and no Thor, I'm not married. Definitely not married."

One of Natasha's eyebrows rose steadily. "So vehement. You truly object to such unions?"

Darcy cleared her throat once and shook her head. "Nah, its not that. Members of the Morrigan's house just don't marry. Never have."

"So it's tradition rather than disapproval," muttered Natasha with a nod. "I can accept this."

"Well I can't," commented Steve. "What do you do when the right partner comes along and your family forbids you to dance? It just ain't right. A fella should be able to let the woman he's with know he loves her by marrying her. Its the right thing to do."

Darcy smiled slightly. "In your culture Steve. And it's not forbidden. If mom hadn't been banned from Asgard, her and dad probably would have been married. We don't marry out of choice, not force. Its not like Grandmother will exile us for marrying someone we love."

Steve nodded in understanding. "Have you ever been with someone you wanted to marry?"

Natasha snickered and corrected: "I think he wants to know if you've had a lover."

The red which crossed Steve's cheeks could have been used to paint fire engines. Clint looked both curious and uneasy, but his arm was still behind the couch where he'd laid it after her coughing fit. Tony looked somewhere between giddy and like he was kicking himself for not thinking of that question to begin with.

"That counts for both of your questions," pointed out Darcy with a sigh as she leaned back against Clint. "As a mortal, I've been married. It was usually necessary to stay hidden unless I wanted to shape-shift into a guy which is about as comfortable for me as being put in a dress was for Thor." Tony raised both eyebrows at the God of Thunder who sputtered helplessly much as Darcy had before. Satisfied with her revenge, she considered just leaving her answer at that but knew that her immortal love life would come up at some point too. With a fortifying sigh, she continued. "In my immortal life, I've had exactly one lover and it was a long ass time ago." She glanced around uneasily, but Clint's hand squeezing her shoulder encouraged her to continue. "I wanted to marry him but he died before I could."

Thor looked on at her in concern. "May I ask how or is that considered breaking the rules?"

"Technically it breaks the rules but I'll allow it," sighed Darcy, shifting even closer to Clint that before, laying her head on his shoulder. "He died in a fight..." her voice caught a little as she remembered seeing him on the ground laying in his own blood. Gruesome wasn't new to her, her Grandmother was the goddess of war, strife, and fertility for fucks sake. But seeing her lover like that had been hard.

Silently, Clint wrapped both his arms around her body and pulled until she lay against his chest. She wasn't crying; it had been several centuries since she'd shed tears for the man. Still, the memory was painful and usually one avoided at all costs. As his hand stroked her hair, the memory's familiar ache faded and Rohan's words took the place of the pain. The whispered reassurance calmed her.

"Darcy, are you alright?" whispered Jane, who was kneeling before her and Clint now. Apparently the whole room was worried because everyone looked uneasy.

"Yeah," muttered Darcy as she straightened a little, remaining against Clint's chest. "I'm good. Just...bad memory."

"Clearly," sighed Natasha. "Still, you must have loved him dearly."

Darcy nodded again and glanced around the room to check off who had yet to go. Jane, Pepper, and Dr. Banner were pretty much the only ones left. "So, who wants to go next? Its down to Jane, Pepper, and Banner."

"Hey, what about me?" asked Clint with a pout, apparently attempting to ease the mood.

Darcy rolled her eyes, shooting him a 'really?' look but nodded none the less. "Fine Clint, you too if you want. But you do know you can ask me questions any time, right? Long as they're not obnoxious?"

Clint grinned. "I know, but it makes me feel like part of the group."

"Right," muttered Darcy with a shake of her head. "So, Clint, Jane, Pepper, and Banner, who's next?"

Jane raised her hand much like a student in school. It was almost cute. "I have a question. Well, I have a million of them, but I do need to know one thing before I choose one."

"Sure, shoot," replied Darcy. "And this won't count as your question."

"Can I quiz you tomorrow on how you got here?" asked Jane pleadingly.

Darcy just gave her the Jane-you're-nuts look. "Uh, duh. I was kinda expecting it. You know, what with the whole astrophysics thing you do..."

"So you are from another planet!" exclaimed Tony as if he'd just discovered the alchemical secret to turning lead into gold.

"Duh," repeated Darcy with a roll of her eyes. "Alright, shoot Janey. What's your question?"

Jane took a moment to consider her options, chewing her lip before leaning forward carefully. Uh-oh. Jane looking cautious was never good. "You mentioned a lover." She paused for a moment, carefully observing Darcy's face. "I won't ask how he died, we don't need to know that." An 'I do!' came from Stark's general direction but Pepper shoved what looked like a balled up napkin in his mouth. Jane continued unfazed. "But I do feel the need to ask how you met him, if its not too painful. If it is, I can ask something else..."

Darcy laughed softly and shook her head. "That story isn't painful. Its actually kinda funny, in a twisted sort of way.

"I was running through this forest playing tag with Lopt, er, Derek. It was forbidden to enter or something according to the people who lived there so we could use it all we wanted without having to deal with people. We weren't that old, maybe four hundred?" Darcy paused to consider this then shrugged. "It was before the mess with the Cube.

"Anyway, the Celts still controlled Ireland at that point and they made people stay away from part of the forest 'cause they thought it was cursed. Lo-Derek and I played there a lot and we knew the boundaries pretty well, which is why Cadeyrn, that was the guy's name, surprised me in the woods and managed to chase me down." A smile touched her lips at the next part, followed by a little chuckle. "It ended in him pointing an arrow at me while I was ready to throw one of my knives at his face. We literally stayed that way for several seconds before he blinked and lowered his bow with a simple 'you're a girl' comment." Laughter was evident in her voice by now. "I almost beat the shit out of him at that exact moment, but had to give him props for having the balls to make that statement." A full-blown grin now rested on her face, touched with a hit of sadness, as one of her hands came up to intertwine with Clint's. "Things just kinda happened after that."

Everyone was blinking at her as if she were crazy.

"Let me get this straight," insisted Tony. "The man chases you through the woods, threatens to shoot you with an arrow, which we are so going to come back to, and you two end up doing the horizontal mambo? You have a seriously messed up set of standards Darce."

Darcy growled a little. "He had the balls to stand up to me and he wasn't freaked out that I might be some kinda fey or something. That was rare back then. Can't blame a girl..."

Natasha chuckled. "So, the young goddess has a love for archers. You may wish to guard your place Clint, should she trade you in for a younger model."

Clint just smirked and leaned against the couch. "Come on 'Tasha, you know she couldn't replace me. You still haven't."

"What of this man's soul?" questioned Thor. "Can Rohan not track him through his rebirth so you might be reunited?"

Darcy shifted uneasily against Clint. "Of course she can. Aunt Rohan's awesome like that. And she has, a few times. I've never had the nerve to go after him again though..."

Jane sniffled a little and drew Darcy into a tight hug which she released Clint to return. "Why Darce? I mean, clearly you love him."

Clint was shifting uneasily again and Darcy reached out to retake his hand, even though Jane was still hugging her. "Yeah, I do but I've always kinda been afraid of loosing him again. The man doesn't know how not to be a warrior. And, well, loosing him again..."

Jane's arms tightened around Darcy while everyone else gave Clint sympathetic looks. It was hard to know your girlfriend loved someone else. Especially a dead-but-reincarnated ex-lover. Is it an ex-lover when you were separated by death but could still get back together in the next life?

Uneasily, Clint cleared his throat. He felt his heart slowly tearing itself apart. "Darcy, why didn't you ever mention this?"

One look at Clint and she realized what he thought. "Oh god, Clint, no! That so isn't what's going on." The confused and skeptical look, furrowed eyebrows with one raised slightly higher than the other, had Darcy wrapping herself around him again and forcing his head down so their eyes could meet. "Clint, listen to me. I love you. That's not a lie." Taking a deep breath, she settled her nerves and pushed on forward. "That guy I mentioned? He's kinda you. Well, your souls are the same anyway."

Clint felt his mouth moving mindlessly up and down without producing sound. Darcy continued. "I thought about approaching you six different times since we first met. Well, six different lives. But I always chickened out 'cause you've never not been a warrior archer and I don't wanna loose you again. The first time was bad enough. Then, I finally ended up face-to-face with you in this life and thought 'what the hell, he doesn't know I've pretty much been stalking him through incarnations so its not like he'll freak' and jumped you." She paused to take a breath for a moment but continued before Clint could get a word in. "Was that a bad idea?"

The tight pull of Clint's arms as he tugged her into his lap with a relieved sigh told her that, no, it was a perfectly good idea. He held her tightly, not really caring anymore what the rest of the team knew. Before, anything he did could have counted as friendly comfort or support. This was just blatant boyfriend cuddling. One of her own hands came up to stroke his hair as she let him hold her possessively. It was a few moments before anyone broke the silence.

And of course, it had to be Clint. "So, did I really pin you with an arrow?"

Darcy smirked slightly. "Yeah, though I could have disappeared before you could hit me if I wanted."

"Not fair," pouted Clint, finally leaning back. "Using magic against us mortals when we can't retaliate. Did you enchant me too?"

"Hardly," snorted Darcy. "'Course, you tried to make that claim but it failed miserably."

"I'd imagine," muttered Clint as he leaned over to kiss her quickly. "Can I go next?"

Darcy shrugged. "Shoot."

Clint's grin widened a little momentarily before softening. "Can you're family travel here from wherever they are?"

"Sure," shrugged Darcy. "Aunt Rohan and mom can use the between paths in Death or Time and Grandmother has always been able to get down here somehow. Why?"

"Um, I don't want to get murdered for sleeping with you?" tried Clint uneasily.

The laughter Darcy gave in response dissipated any tension left in the room. "Oh god, Clint! That so isn't gonna happen. No one in my family save Lopt cares who I fuck. Seriously, no one. And he only cares because it gets really awkward when you accidentally project thoughts and images related to your sexcapades to your brother. Well, and vice versa."

Clint looked relieved. "So no-one's going to kick my ass?"

"No one except maybe Loki," assured Darcy. "And even then, I think you'd have to hurt me first."

He snorted. "I'm more afraid of what you'd do to me if I hurt you than what Loki'd do."

She returned his comment with a toothy smile. "Why, Mr. Barton, I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

"If that's the nicest thing he's ever said to you, clearly he's not doing his job," objected Tony mildly. Darcy rolled her eyes and contemplated sticking her tongue out at the billionaire.

Pepper interrupted their antics before things got out of hand. "Tony, try to behave. Darcy, may I ask next?"

"Whatever you'd like Pepper," assured Darcy with a grin. "Seriously, order of questions and all that? Completely up to you guys."

"Right," agreed Pepper. "Well, I'm just curious, what are you the goddess of?"

Darcy raised an eyebrow as everyone turned towards her. "Uh, nothing? I'm not a goddess."

Thor looked more than a little confused. "That is impossible. Lady Darcy, you are the daughter of my brother, Loki, the God of Mischief, and the goddess Kith'ka of the Stream of Time. You are indeed a goddess."

"No, I'm not," corrected Darcy with a bit of a huff. "Mom isn't a goddess. She was created by Grandmother twisting a mortal soul into an immortal one. That doesn't make mom a goddess." When Thor opened his mouth to continue arguing, she continued quickly. "Look Thor, mom isn't a goddess but dad is a god. I'll give you that. And by that calculation I could be considered a demi-goddess. But that's the most I could be. And even if I was a goddess, I'm not the goddess of anything except maybe mischief, magic, or trouble. But to be a goddess of one of those, I'd need to be declared such and that ain't gonna happen."

Thor crossed his arms as he stared at Darcy. "It should have already been done. You are a goddess by birth, the blood of a god runs in your veins!"

Darcy shook her head, again. "You know what Thor? Even if someone were crazy enough to want to declare me a goddess, I wouldn't want them to. Being a goddess is a hell of a lot of hard work and I'm perfectly happy living mortal lives, training with Grandmother as a warrior, and helping where mom or Aunt Rohan needs it. I don't need to be a goddess in my own right."

Tony was staring at her as if she'd just informed him that all his wealth were completely worthless. "What the hell wouldn't you want to be a goddess? Having people worship you and all that? Come on!"

Behind her, Clint nodded. "I've gotta agree Darcy, that does sound like a pretty good deal to turn down."

She sighed heavily and shook her head. "There's a hell of a lot more to it than what everyone makes it out to be in my family. Mom and Aunt Rohan aren't goddesses but they're bound up in Time and Death individually, which keeps them constantly busy. Mom's always checking to make sure the time stream hasn't gotten out of whack and Aunt Rohan is constantly trying to keep the dead under control and the whole world balanced. If I allowed myself to be declared a goddess then I'd have to do those same kinds of things. Mom and Rohan never wanted to be goddesses, and I don't either. Neither does Derek. We're happy with our lives, changing the status quo would be stupid."

Tony looked ready to argue again but Pepper shoved another napkin in his mouth and nodded. "I can understand that. Dr. Banner, would you like to ask anything?"

Banner shook his head calmly. "I'll pass. There is little more I'd care to know. Besides, both Darcy and Clint look as if they'd rather return to their room."

"So true," muttered Darcy as she stood quickly and grabbed Clint's hand, hauling him up without a second thought. Of course, the strength behind it surprised him enough that he stumbled forward. Darcy winced when he landed against the coffee table. "Sorry."

Everyone was blinking at her in shock again. Great.

"What?" she asked with a sigh, already knowing the answer but praying no one would actually say anything.

"You're super strong too?" exclaimed Tony, some envy leaking in.

Nope, no such luck on the no saying anything front. Her sigh was beyond exasperated. "I'm not super strong. But I am trained as a warrior, and as I told Clint earlier the body I'm in right now is basically my immortal body without the immortality bit attached. At least, I think that's how it works. Never been completely sure." Shaking her head to regain her point, she plowed forward. "Look, the point is that I am strong, but showing off that strength isn't part of my mortal act. When you're a girl my size who can flip someone Thor's size over her shoulder, well, it spawns questions which aren't always fun to answer."

Thor was blinking at her in surprise. "You believe yourself capable of flipping one such as myself?"

"Dude, I know I can flip you," snorted Darcy. "I did it once, you just don't remember it."

Thor still looked confused, but now Tony was giving her a skeptical look. "Really Darce? I'm pretty damn sure Thor would remember if you flipped him."

Darcy rolled her eyes and shrugged. "It happened when Derek and I swiped the Odin's Cube for our prank. Thor accidentally stumbled across us so I flipped him, knocked him out, then transported him elsewhere and wiped his memory. Its not hard to do when you know the right spells."

Again, everyone was staring at her like she'd grown a second head. Except now the head was apparently a dragon because there was fear in their eyes too. Sighing, she plowed on. "Look, I don't do stuff like that anymore. Besides, I wouldn't do it to any of you anyway. The whole reason I even bothered that other time was because Derek and I were still being hidden away. And being caught in Asgard, where we were never supposed to even go, well, we freaked. Making Thor forget he'd ever seen us was the best plan we could come up with."

Jane nodded slowly. "So you did that once, and all because you were trying to maintain your unknown status?"

"Yeah," sighed Darcy. "Mom didn't want us going to Asgard, and we disobeyed her. Getting lectured by our mom, well, its scary. You wouldn't think it just looking at her, but mom can be really freakin' scary when she's pissed."

"I would imagine," agreed Thor. "The Lady Kith'ka, when I did meet her the first time, nearly curled into her cloak out of fear. Once she was comfortable with our presence though, her true power began to shine through. I still maintain that my brother's attraction to her came somewhat from her powerful abilities."

Darcy snorted. "Actually, its more because mom put up with him. She told us about her time on Asgard and how boring it woulda been without Loki around. Well, that and how some jackass guard tried to force himself on her and Loki ended up nearly eviscerating the guy. Go dad."

Thor nodded grimly. "I do remember that incident. Loki was very displeased and it was only with monumental force that the Warriors Three, myself, and Sif dislodged him from the guard."

A smirk darted across Darcy's face. "And then you left the guard alone with Aunt Rohan. Real smooth."

Thor just shrugged with a massive grin. "It was within her right to defend her sister's honor. I was merely giving her the opportunity to exercise that right."

His grin coupled with his reasoning sent Darcy in a fit of laughter. "Right dude. Anyway, enough surprises for tonight. Clint and I are goin' back upstairs to continue with the sexy fun times." With a grin, she grabbed Clint's hand again, careful not to send him careening again, and started for the stairs. "Night!"

"Darcy!" called Natasha from her place on the couch. The Widow's words were softly spoken, but attention grabbing none the less.

Darcy paused and half turned towards the woman with a raised eyebrow. "'Sup?"

The Russian assassin shot her back a smirk. "Tomorrow, you should join us for sparring practice. It would be nice to see exactly what you can do."

A grin was given in return for the smirk. "I'll think about it. A girl's gotta keep some secrets after all."

Natasha nodded in understanding and Darcy turned to finish pulling Clint back up the stairs. Well, really, once he got his feet back under him, he was the one pulling her but semantics weren't important. They were going to spend the rest of the night having sexy-style fun and tomorrow, hopefully, she could put all of this behind her and continue with her mortal life as it had been.

Too bad fate wasn't feeling charitable.

So, quick question, who'd be interested in reading an actual write-up of how Clint and Darcy first met, both in the present time and in the past? Let me know guys!