Refusing Silverware

Chapter 2: Death Rattles

She went to California first in her old car that her father had gotten her. Sold everything she owned, even the ipod she treasured. Knowing SHIELD and any government type from movies, they could have put a tracker on anything she owned. It seemed truly like she was running, because well….maybe she was. With her hands shaking as she handed over even her grandmother's treasured necklace that funded her fairly well, Darcy Lewis ended up staring at the pawn broker that was paying. Was this to be her life? Was she going to have to look over her shoulder every few moments in case of SHIELD being behind her the entire way?

'No. I'll be one step ahead,' She decided, blue eyes brimming in determination and the tears of loss as she left the pawn store and all of her valuables. Her taser was even back there. For her clothes, she went to the nearest thrift store, changed into different clothes, and left the store with her credit cards and identification in her old wallet. (Not to mention the new black worn boots she had bought. They were comfortable as if she was walking on her mattress…when she had one.) She needed to find a bridge of some sort, toss it over, and find someone who could make new identification. Her money, was in the new, well, old beat up leather wallet she had found for three dollars that she had put in her bra for safe keeping. (Not that anyone would see it over the intense amount of cleavage her green and brown shirt was showing with its deep v-neck.)

If there was something Darcy was certain of, it was that she knew how to hide. She watched all the movies, read the Michael Crichton books, and even kept notes about how kings and past monarchs had hid amongst their people as ploys. First though, she needed to leave LA, make it seem like she made a run for Canada or Mexico. Walking up to the interstate shoulder leading out of LA from the bottom of a hill, climbing like she had done this for a living, Darcy took a page out of the 1960s, pulled her thumb out and smiled widely. Inwardly, she was shaking, but Darcy Lewis, if anything was determined, beating her fears with the logic of, 'DO YOU WANT TO BE STUCK UNDER THE THUMB OF THE GOVERNMENT?' To which her answer was immediately, "No. Hell no. And Nope."

She would admit to herself, she was afraid of this new her, but right now, she tucked fear for herself in a small box and told it to go shove off the nearest cliff because she knew it was now or never when it came to SHIELD. They didn't let people like her who knew too much go. They would find her, but until then, she was going to be someone who wasn't going to be found at all and that meant having to jump into a stranger's car and hope for the best.

"Well, Bourne Supremacy, let's make this a go." With her bottom lip twitching, Darcy Lewis took a heavy breath, held it in and closed her eyes tightly as a small little green volkeswagon bug that looked as if it could have drove itself out of the magazine from a 1970s catalogue, pulled up to the side of the road that she was on. Blinking widely in surprise, the brunette leaned over to the window to peer in at the driver.

"Where you headin' to, stranger?" The driver was clean cut, shaved face that appealed directly to Darcy's southern region, though she insisted to herself it was only because his voice had that deep tenor that was far too sinful for her to ever take him into a church. Smirking at her, he reached over to the passenger window with biceps that stretched the green t-shirt he was wearing. Ever so observant, the girl also noted his hands were rather large and wondered if he matched the old adage of hand size equaling man size.

"I'm going to Canada. How far you making your way to?" She was being sure to be discreet. Who knew if SHIELD would find this one random chode in the billions of other people and question him about all of her travels. She noted real fast that he looked up to her with dreamy grey eyes. Darcy felt the inner monologue of her girl parts screaming at her to totally bone him. The other part of her, which was quickly trying to override her organ's desires, was screaming no.

Darcy had to agree with her other part. What if he had herpes? Honestly, at this point in her life, on the run with SHIELD soon to be at her back, the newly graduated intern knew her luck would not pan out until she hit someplace she could hide in. The driver smirked at her with lips far too nice to be on a guy. She quickly decided he could be an advertisement sent from God to remind her to get Calvin Klein jeans or go raiding the GAP later on whenever she landed where she needed to.

"Going up to Truckee." In her mind's eye, she thought of where exactly Truckee was, before mentally shrugging. There was a book of maps at the bottom of the front passenger seat. He didn't look like he had a lot and well, Darcy knew she was taking what she was wearing on herself and that was about it. She took a moment to think. This was it. She was taking the biggest plunge in her life. She had no taser, didn't know how to hold a gun, and well, at this moment, all she really had was her wits and fist. Nothing in her gut was warning her off about this other than what she was going to put up to the roiling of nausea from not really eating much on the drive over.

"Sounds good. I like powdered donuts though, not that chocolate crap." She glanced up at the sky for a moment, taking in a heavy breath. If there was any chance of anyone stopping her from potentially making a mistake, she deemed that right damn now was probably the best time for her, maybe for them both, whoever Hottie Mclimbs was to be smote from the skies.

She rectified herself. She would have to get his name soon, unless his real name was Hottie McLimbs. Either way of looking at it, there was no smiting happening within the few moments that she had made her decision on either her or the driver who was currently moving the atlas out of the way for her feet to be comfortable in the small vehicle.

"Hop in, sister and I'm old school on my donuts. I prefer the gem ones." With a smirk, that was far too sexy to be innocent, and a slide of her body onto the old tan leather seat of the passenger side of the bug, Darcy knew she was in something, either sexy or strangely or perhaps a bit of both.

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AN: I've written more but it will be for the next chapter. Just about to get on a plane to go back to my room that I'm renting and work. Sorry for the small bit! Please read and review!