The Darcy Lewis Story

Author: daxcat79

Rating: R

Pairing: Loki/Darcy, Tony/Pepper, Thor/Jane

Genre: Drama, Humor, Romance

Warnings: Non-Explicit Sexual Content

Summary: We've heard the stories of superheroes and assassins, but no one really knows Darcy's story… until now.

A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews from cyn4675, Stargazer831, and awakedead0. I'm so glad you guys enjoyed the first chapter! I'll update this pretty regularly so look out for it! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but I enjoy borrowing them.

Part Two "Eyes Wide Open"

Its funny what you notice once the truth is out there. One minute everything you are makes sense. You wake up in the morning knowing exactly what you want in life. You ignore the elephant in the room because there's still space to walk around the damn thing. Then the truth comes out and you lie in bed questioning every decision you've ever made. That elephant is taking up way too much space and you can't move or breathe all of the sudden. Why should I look at myself any different just because I happen to be related to a multi-billionaire? Why should I spend five extra minutes in front of the mirror trying to see if Stark and I have the same eyes? You don't question everything in your life because of one man… expect for when you do.

By the time I arrived to my small apartment, jet-lagged and emotionally unstable, I was more than ready to collapse in bed and scream in my pillow for a couple hours. There were a billion messages blinking at me. I decided they could wait one more night. I undressed quickly and climbed into bed just as naked as the day I was born, and turned on the TV for a little background noise in my extremely quiet apartment. I should really get a cat or something. I'm not used to being alone. Iron Man flying over Manhattan is the first thing I see (and this is exactly why I fucking hate the news), and I'm watching Thor fly nearby always ready to help. Apparently in my absence a lot of shit went down in New York. The world almost ended… it kinda happens almost every week now, so excuse me if I'm not too concerned. There's someone else there too… Thor's brother, Loki.

The same man that basically destroyed a town in New Mexico and tried to take over the world lies helpless and beaten on the top of Stark Towers… only this time the Avengers had nothing to do with it. Loki failed to take over the world and apparently there are worse beings out there who aren't too happy with him. Thor's been trying to protect him, but the broken look on Loki's face makes me think he kinda sucks at it. As far as I'm concerned he probably deserves what's coming to him, but I do feel bad for Thor. The big guy loves his brother, cause sometimes blood really isn't thicker than water… metaphorically speaking. Mercifully, my mind drifts and I fall asleep before I can really think about what I'm watching. Iron Man… Tony Stark… my dad… but he's really not. My dad is Jonathan Lewis, the man who changed my diapers and told me bedtime stories, and gave my boyfriends the evil eye when they'd come to pick me up in their motorcycles and pickup trucks. I really needed to remember that.

I don't tell Tony Stark I'm his daughter. There is no magical moment between us. I hardly ever see him, and when I do he usually calls me Darlene, because he can never remember my name. Thor, bless him, always tries to correct Stark, but it's a waste of time in my opinion. I like Tony, really I do, but he's also kind of an asshole. He would have been a terrible father in my opinion, but hey… not many guys could ever compare to the awesome that is Jonathan Lewis. I do my job and try to forget that stupid birth certificate. Jane doesn't stop staring at me and asking me if I'm okay. I'm really not, but I just don't want her to know that. "You look tired… maybe I should grab you some more coffee."

"I'm fine, Darcy… really!" I roll my eyes, tucking my hands into my sleeves and patiently wait for her to yawn. "Fine… I guess I could use another cup."

Precious escape! I'm out of her lab before she can blink in search for the small kitchen down the hall where they keep the horrible coffee no one really likes but Jane. Fate must hate me, because I just end up running right into Tony Fucking Stark. "Jeez… uh… sorry!" I figure I probably won't freak out if I don't actually look him in the eyes. I tuck my hair behind my ear and stare at the floor as if it's the most interesting thing in the world.

"No big deal… Darlene?"

"Darcy."

"Right… yeah… Thor's friend."

Thor's friend. Stark's daughter. Yup, no big deal at all. I try not to hate him. It's not his fault he isn't John Lewis. It's not his fault he fucked some hot blonde one day and made me… okay, that's partly his fault, but I can't exactly hate him for that now can I? "Yeah, that's what they all call me… Thor's friend," I mutter sarcastically. I want to taser him just once… but that would probably be cruel and uncalled for.

Stark quirked an eyebrow at me, in amusement. It doesn't exactly help with my taser impulses. "Sorry… didn't mean to offend or anything."

"No it's cool… this is probably the longest conversation we've had… so I guess I can't really take it personally." I do take it personally though… cause he's supposed to be my father. What the hell?! Of all the billions of people in this world, WHY HIM?!

"You do realize you're wearing a sweater when it's like ninety degrees out right?"

The change in subject took me off guard, but I recover fast. "Yeah well, people tend to stare at things other than my eyes when I show skin." I've always been a bit sensitive about my breasts. I developed rather early and it just wasn't as awesome as people think it is. Eventually I found ways to hide my little assets, and by high school I was folding my arms over my chest a lot just to get people to stop staring.

"Hmmm..." He glanced down, but only for a second. It still felt a bit creepy as a part of me realized my birth father just checked out my chest. I may need therapy after this day. "I used to wear two shirts just so the glow of my arc reactor wouldn't shine through the fabric."

It's weird to see him being nice. He even made me smile… kinda. "I uh… should probably go. I'm supposed to be making coffee."

He cleared his throat and nodded. "I'm supposed to be meeting with Fury… guess I'll see you around… Darcy."

He remembered my name. I hide my smile with a nod and rush past him. It shouldn't affect me, but I feel kinda better knowing he actually got my name right finally. I send my dad a quick text to tell him I love him (just because), and get busy making Jane her coffee.

I had an uncle that used to be a drug dealer (on my mom's side) so I'm all for reform, but I don't really believe Loki Odinson's claim that he's changed. I know stuff happened since Thor took Loki back to Asgard to face his punishment and apparently the two brothers healed some wounds not long after, but he still looks at humans as if we're cattle and he's holding the branding iron with his initials. Thor encourages me to play nice, claims we have stuff in common cause we both had parents who were just stupid enough to throw us away, but managed to get adopted by the kind and decent. I wouldn't exactly call Odin decent, but everyone makes mistakes… it's just; usually those mistakes don't send their kids down the path towards world domination.

Loki managed to survive the attack on his life just barely. Odin has banished Loki to Earth, and removed his powers much as what was done to Thor. He's now forced to heal slowly like the rest of us mere mortals, and the list of injuries are a mile long. Fury decided I was the perfect person to help nurse the god of mischief back to health. I should consider it a privilege (or so they tell me). I really don't. Brooding ex-villians were never really my thing. "I brought you dinner."

Loki's quarters are dark, and he's resting in bed. It must suck possessing the powers of a god, and then having them ripped away from him. Now he's just as fragile as the rest of us, and with his name on the Universal 'Wanted List' he's screwed twice over. "You may set it anywhere… I'm not hungry."

I roll my eyes and put it at his bedside, taking a seat on his bed, and he immediately glares at me. "I'm not supposed to leave until you've eaten."

There was a bad gash over his eyebrow that'd been sown with stitches and bandaged. Blue and purple covered his body, and many of his bones had been either broken or bruised. The look on his face resembled that of a kicked puppy. It would probably be wrong to laugh at his misery, but the dude killed lots of people and usually in America that ends with the death penalty… in some states anyway. As far as I'm concerned he got off easy. You don't just get a pass because you have issues with your family. "You may be here awhile," he muttered, staring at the ceiling.

I've never seen him without his Asgardian attire, but he's not wearing a shirt, and the covers lie just over his stomach. He's not cut like Thor… in fact he's so friggin' skinny I wonder if he's always had a habit of not eating. "Sounds like fun, because I've always wanted to sit in the dark with a brooding serial killer for a couple hours," I replied sarcastically. I decide to stay on the bed because it obviously makes him uncomfortable, and maybe if I bug him he'll eat so I can leave. There are other things I'd rather be doing, and even Jane's incomprehensible science talk would be so much more interesting at this point. I pull out my phone and check my facebook account, not that I really have much time to update it anymore. Half of what I do, I'm sworn to never share with the rest of the world.

Loki's staring at me, watching me, studying me, and I want him to stop. I try ignoring him for a while, but I'm tired and frustrated… and I really miss my dad. Ever since this whole thing with Tony Stark… I just find myself missing John Lewis even more. I wish I could turn back time and never read that damn certificate. "Are you just going to sit here in my bed then?"

"Yup," I reply proudly.

"I'd rather you didn't."

"I know."

Loki immediately sighed in annoyance. "If my powers had not been taken from me you would regret having ever walked through my door."

"Oh don't worry, I already regret it."

Loki's eyebrows rose at that, and he smiled. "Not a fan then?"

"Hey, you wanna pull a 'Pinky and the Brain' scheme, be my guest, but forgive me if I'd rather not be in the same room with you after a stunt like that. You're just intentionally being stubborn. If you ate I could leave."

He folded his arms, that devilish smirk growing. "I was merely taking what was rightfully mine. You people scramble about like rodents in the dark. You need leadership."

I would have laughed in his face, but I'm pretty sure he was being serious. "Leadership? From you? And who exactly are you, that you can solve mankind's problems? You can't even accept who you are, or where you come from. You're relationship with your dad is completely fucked up, and last I checked your life was a mess even before you got here. You can't even take care of yourself, and you want to tackle our shit? What makes you think you'd be that great of a king?"

Loki obviously wasn't expecting me to have a brain, but my major was Political Science. How bout you kneel, bitch! The ex-god's cocky smirk is gone now. "It is my birthright to rule as king."

"Your birthright can kiss my ass. It takes more than the right parenthood to be a true leader, and as far as I'm concerned… not impressed. If you knew anything about our history you'd realize humans respect strong leadership, but rule with an iron fist and eventually we rise up. No one likes being bullied by a smartass with family issues."

I've pissed him off. I brought my taser just in case, but he's too broken to really do anything. He does glare a lot, and slide the food tray closer to take a bite of his breakfast. I try not to look smug about getting him to eat… I fail. "It's just as well… I have better things to do with my time than bother with this world. Eventually the one that sent me will come and this world will burn. Not even Thor can stop that."

S.H.I.E.L.D. has been working around the clock to assess potential dangers since Loki's attack on Manhattan, including Thanos, and they're fully aware that Earth is still in danger. I'm confident they'll figure something out. I don't reply. Instead I watch him finish his food. Blue and purple bruises cover most of his torso, and I can see him wince once or twice when he reaches. Eventually I sigh and set the food closer, helping him eat so he doesn't strain himself.

"What is your name, mortal?"

"Darcy."

"Thor has mentioned you… last we spoke a friend of his named Darcy had suffered the loss of her mother."

I find it kind of weird that Thor talks to Loki about me. Honestly, I'd rather he not share my personal issues with the man who almost got Manhattan nuked. "She died a little over a month ago… I just recently got back."

Loki's food is almost finished, but he stops eating to look at me. The anger is gone, replaced with curiosity. "He said the woman you call 'mother' was not truly your blood. Is that true?"

"I was adopted."

There's this look on Loki's face, and it's like watching a child try to comprehend something so completely out of his grasp. "And your birth parents?"

My thoughts go back to Tony Stark, and for a moment my stomach flops with confusion and anger. I have to keep telling myself he didn't really do anything wrong. He never even knew about me. I had great parents who raised me with all the love they possessed. I was lucky. "I was raised by people who loved me. As far as I'm concerned that's all that really counts. Finish your food."

He looks like he has more questions on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn't say anything more. He finishes his food and hands the empty tray back to me. "You may leave now."

"Delighted," I replied.

He smiled back, but said nothing. I don't know why I even care, but I find myself wondering what he thinks of me. Turns out I don't have to wait long to find out.

"What did you say to my brother?"

I was busy filling out paperwork for Jane, in her office, when Thor walked in as if he owned the place. "Excuse me?"

Thor looks like a giant in the tiny office connected to Jane's lab. Most people are off to lunch by now, but I stayed so I could leave early later. "Loki… he finds you intriguing. You are the first mortal who has ever impressed him… other than perhaps Tony Stark. He seems to like your fire."

It doesn't escape my notice that my birth father and I are the only two people Loki finds tolerable, though the man must be a glutton for punishment, because I wasn't exactly pleasant with him. "Seriously? I was just trying to piss him off."

Thor smiled at that, just a quirk of those lovely lips. "He has always enjoyed a challenge."

I can't help rolling my eyes. "Please tell me this doesn't mean I have to spend more time with him."

In seconds Thor is holding a lunch tray, and flashing me those puppy dog eyes. "If you wouldn't mind…."

I frown. "You have got to be kidding me." It's only the beginning. Half the time I'm not sure if I'm working for Jane or Loki. I never should have tried to piss him off….

To Be Continued