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: I blame this story entirely on my internet wife "sunny_serenity" who actually inspired me with this story while answer a meme. So Sunny, I guess this one's all for you!

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

Part Ten "No More Running"

At some point we all have to face something we've been running away from all our life. Sometimes we actually know what we're afraid of… and sometimes we don't. I'll admit I never really knew. I don't know why Tony Stark scared the shit out of me. I never knew why I was so afraid of asking the questions I had about my birth parents. I didn't even try to examine those fears that had me daydreaming about what they looked like. I used to make up stories about why they let me go. Most of the time they never wanted to lose me. Most of the time I was their biggest regret; that thing that kept them up at night, and made it difficult for them to close their eyes. Sometimes… they never wanted me to being with, and they only occurred to me at my lowest. They never regretted giving me away, and their life was better for not keeping me. Those are the day dreams that keep me running. Those are the ideas that make me feel fear.

He's staring at me. He's holding his drink in one hand, sitting across from me on a chair and just… staring. It's really uncomfortable and I find myself looking anywhere else but at him. "So… are you planning on saying something anytime soon, cause this is starting to get really awkward."

He finishes his drink and sets it down on the coffee table. "How long have you known?"

At least he starts this thing off with an easy one. "A couple months… not long."

"But you didn't tell me… even when I'd forget your name and make a giant ass out of myself?"

I nod, and refuse to meet his gaze. "Pretty much. I wasn't really sure how to tell you."

"Oh trust me… I got that!" It occurs to me that he's probably not pleased with the way I sprung it on him. I don't really care. "Thing is… I know now, and I'm guessing I'm supposed to do something with this information."

I shrug. "It's not like it really matters. I have a father… I had a mother too, before she died."

He's still staring at me. This may be the stillest he's ever been in his life. "Don't get me wrong, it's certainly… interesting. I mean now that I actually look at you… it's like staring at my mother. It's kind of freaky actually. You could quite possibly be her twin."

I shouldn't be so happy to hear that, but I am. I look like someone. I want to see her picture and show people, so they can tell me how alike we are. I want to hear stories about her incase our personalities are similar too. I want all of it! "Cool…."

"You realize I suck at this. All of it. My father barely liked me… well… people tell me otherwise, but actions speak louder than words-"

I suddenly want him to stop talking. "Don't worry… I'm not expecting anything," I assure him. I really don't want to hear him give a speech on how terrible he would be as a father. I already know that. It's pretty obvious. It doesn't take a genius to see that Stark isn't good with people.

He makes this clicking noise and regards me curiously. "No… I guess you wouldn't. And I should be grateful for that. I mean I should be relieved… but I'm not. I want you to expect… something."

That's finally what makes me look at him. "Wait… what? What would I expect? I'm not a child. My parents already did their part. They raised me. The little birdie has left the nest and everything."

"Yeah, glad to see you didn't fall to your death, by the way. I should probably send them a 'thank you' card."

I laugh, but it's without humor. "I'm sure dad would appreciate that!" How would that even go? 'Dear Mr. Lewis, good job with the kid. She's not incredibly screwed up or anything… nice work!'

Tony's biting the inside of his cheek. I can tell by the face he's giving me. "I suppose we could hang out… more. Maybe I could get to know you a little better."

I'm almost impressed that he's trying. "I wouldn't be opposed to the idea, I guess."

"Gee, thanks! I'm overwhelmed by your enthusiasm!" he replies.

"Yours is equally overwhelming, Stark. Do you still remember my name?"

"Touché."

I smile, a genuine smile. "It's okay, Tony. I don't expect you to be perfect at this. I guess I'm just glad you want to try. It's more than I can say about my birth mother."

"About that… Fury said she's still living in New Mexico."

Oh hell no, I don't even want to go there. I stand up quickly and shake my head. "Yeah, no thanks! I think you're more than enough for me to deal with. She gave me away. Let's just leave it at that. I really don't need to know anything more."

He seems to understand, or I hope he does. He gives me a nod either way. "Okay… I'll leave it alone." I don't believe him for a second, but I'm hoping he'll, at least, leave me out of his schemes.

"Great… now you should probably know Loki's lying naked in my bed, and I kinda have some more… bonding to do before this thing is over. I doubt you wanna stick around for that."

His eyes widen and he looks sick. "Oh fuck… does this make Loki my son-in-law?"

I never really thought about it, but I find the idea of it hilarious. "I guess… got a problem with your daughter's choice in men?"

He shudders. "A big one… very big. I may actually be sick. You realize this also means I'm related to Thor. Reindeer games and Shakespeare in the park… fuck, aren't there enough drama queens in this family?"

I just smile… family. Holy shit, this is so weird. I walk him to the door, and pull him into a hug. It's awkward as usual, but I'm glad he came. "I'll see you later."

He nods, clearing his throat. "Be sure to tell Mr. Lewis I will kick his ass if he screws up." Ha! Loki is Mr. Lewis… nice!

"Get in line," I assure him and shove him out of my apartment. He flashes me a small grin and I close the door. Yeah… this might actually work. Who knew?

I throw my robe at Loki's face the moment I see his smug smile. "Oh shut up! Your 'daddy issues' are so much worse than mine!" I grumble and slip under the covers with a sigh. He laughs and let's my robe drop to the floor before turning on his side to face me with his head propped on one hand.

"It went surprisingly well then?"

"You know how it went… asshole."

Loki shrugged. "One would assume it went terribly considering the mood you seem to be in at this moment." I hate it when he makes sense. I'm the one that's supposed to make sense in this relationship. I decide the only way to win this argument is to cheat. I reach under the covers and grasp him, watching his eyes darken. At the very least it would keep some of that blood rushing away from his head so I can be the smartass. "That's not fair."

I grin wickedly. "Loki… I said I would take care of you… I never said anything about being fair."

"Fine… you little… minx," he growled, pulling me to him for a kiss.

"Minx?!" I laugh against his mouth. "Ohhh burn!" I mutter sarcastically.

Loki let out a frustrated sigh and suddenly there were four hands instead of two… two bodies instead of one… and when I glanced back I was looking at a second Loki pressed against my ass. My eyes widen and I turn back to the original. His grin is far more wicked than mine. "Three can play at that game," he whispers as the copy's mouth does naughty things to my neck.

"Holy shit… I uh… I really didn't think this through, did I?" I've learned something today. Never play games with the god of mischief… you obviously won't win… although you may enjoy losing.

Loki's mouth moves down my body to latch onto a nipple and I groan while the copy reaches around to slip his fingers inside me. Two bodies… like a threesome, but way more awesome. I have a feeling my sex life is about to greatly improve with Loki as my partner. I think I can live with that… I mean sure… it'll be hard! I may have to work out more to keep up, but I think I can endure this. "My dear… you really didn't," he whispers as his other hand massages my breast and the fingers of his copy begin to pump. His thoughts mingle with my own, and it's like a sixth sense is being discovered. It's an out of body experience. Loki has ruined me for anyone else. Oh god….

I never really thought sex could be fun until now. I find myself laughing and teasing, all the things I never could before. I especially enjoy poking fun at him when he's pressed inside me, because there's a brief moment when I can actually watch his brain shut off. Then the sex is over and he's holding me like he doesn't know how to let go. He looks at me as if I'm everything, and I know I look at him the same way. It doesn't make sense to me, but I can tell it's the bond that's doing this to us. Every single time we come together another layer is peeled off, and we're getting dangerously close to the gooey center. I'm afraid of what he'll find there. I know he feels the same way.

"Loki?"

"Hmmm?" He looks tired. I feel tired. We could both use some rest after what we've been doing.

This isn't the time. I shake my head and kiss his chest, closing my eyes. I'm not quite ready to share my fears with him yet. I want this to stay with me just a little while longer. "Nevermind… sleep."

My phone is ringing, and I let out a sigh. I want to ignore it. "It could be important, Darcy."

I moan and force myself to move, grabbing my cell from the nightstand and it's Jane's picture I see on the screen. What the hell, Jane?! I answer. "This better be important!"

"Where are you?! Please tell me you're okay!" I can hear the panic in her voice. Obviously Thor sucks at telling people what's going on.

"I'm fine… Loki's fine. Call back in like twenty-four hours… ummm… maybe longer."

"No Darcy! You don't understand!" I frown, suddenly worried, because I'm pretty sure she's about to tell me something I don't want to hear. "It's Thanos! He's sent another bounty hunter for Loki! The Avengers are suiting up, but we can't track him!"

Loki can sense my fears, and his eyes soften as he looks at me, and I'm staring back at him. "What? What's wrong?" he asks, but what can I say? I've finally figured out what I want and it could all crumble underneath my feet.

My mouth goes dry. "Loki… it's Thanos… he sent someone else after you," I whisper, and his eyes widen with understanding.

"I must go."

My stomach drops. I was afraid this would happen….

To Be Continued