*1200 hours- Stark Private Jet*
A small band of rouge HYDRA wanna-bee's had attempted to break into Stark's California home and steal classified Avengers information. They were clearly inexperienced, not really a threat. Not until one had decided to use a stolen and highly powerful blaster made from scraps of an apparent Chitauri gun.
Stark was missing a large chunk of his house but thanks to Falcons quick thinking, the small group had been driven to the cliffs edge and easily surrendered without much more of a fight.
Steve had been less than pleased, however, to discover that the men behind the masks were in fact nearly kids. Teens and young men, not much younger than he was when he joined the army. He felt a punch to his gut thinking about how these young idiot kids were so blinded and fooled by Hydras "message" that they would be willing participants in such a dangerous lifestyle.
But then again, the same could have been said for him and his yearning to join the war.
He refused to think much more on it as he really just wanted to get back to the towers, do the damned paperwork, and find his woman. He smiled, thinking she might just now be in bed, snug and safe in his hidden cabin.
The truth, unbeknownst to him, was the opposite.
*God knows what time- Asgaurd?*
Large Godly dark skinned man with glowing golden eyes, head to toe in some serious armor, standing like a freaking stone statue. That's what Darcy was facing, angrily brushing a whole bag of chips off of her oversized t-shirt. Her short-shorts were not even visible but she didn't give a flying fuck at this point. Her hair puffed about her head in wild waves, clouding her face as she straightened her glasses, hoping against hope that what she was seeing wasn't actually happening.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" she growled darkly, her hands now bunched up on her hips to keep them from shaking.
The clearly lethal God finally lowered his strange eyes to her and she wished he hadn't. His gaze seemed to see everything, her past, and future. It was so intense she was pretty sure he had seen her very thoughts.
Darcy knew who he was even before his deep booming voice echoed through the small domed room she had landed in.
"I am Heimdall, the Guardian of the Bridge."
"Yea?" She yelled, feeling the shock and stomach turning fear begin to subside if only minuscule. "Why did you feel the need to whip me up and out of my cozy little cabin, half naked, no warning, and toss me through some crazy ass rainbow portal?" She was shaking, a rage unlike any she had known finally winning over her fear.
Darcy didn't care that the God looked taken aback, though she made a mental note of it. She didn't even blink when several other godly beings rushed into the room, weapons drawn and confusion clear on their faces.
Because she knew what, or more likely who, had summoned her.
"Where is Thor?" She yelled to no one in particular.
"Who dare speak of our Lord Odinson in such a manner?" Barked a burly looking one, wrapped in leather. Darcy turned a menacing smile to him, one she didn't pull out often but when she did, people tended to be afraid.
"I, Darcy Lewis speak of Thor the Dull in such a way. I, Darcy FUCKING LEWIS, she who defeated Thor the Jerk with a puny human weapon. Now I'm only going to ask this once more. Where. Is. Thor?"
Perhaps they thought she was nuts. More likely, they had heard the tales of her from Sif and the others who had been involved in the whole New Mexico deal-io or even the London fiasco (not that she did anything spectacular) because they immediately lowered their weapons. One even lowered his eyes, refusing to meet hers.
She kinda felt bad for a second. It wasn't their fault that their leader had the brains of a child.
She also knew she was being mean and petty but she was so mad she could kill him. Or at least try to seeing as it was a really hard thing to accomplish apparently.
She marched with them, barefoot and chin high to the grand city that lay ahead. She wouldn't give him the pleasure of seeing her utter wonder and curiosity. She'd find a way back to see the sights. Now, however, Thor had some explaining to do.
It was one hell of a hike and she had more than a few minutes to cool off. Not by much, but at least when Thor's smiling face appeared before as the group entered a large granite looking palace thing, she didn't immediately break a fist on his face.
"What the hell, dude?" She barked, feeling the steam rise a little. He stopped in his tracks, on his way to her, arms open with his usual bear hug stature. A look of utter confusion warred with innocence.
"Lady Darcy, I'm happy to see you here but am at a loss as to why." He mumbled, lowering his arms but still coming to stand before her. The guards took a few steps back, but were still clearly wary.
"I was in bed! Then the next thing I know, I'm flying through space!" She whispered fiercely. Darcy was beginning to become a little uncomfortable and began pulling at the hem of her t-shirt.
Thor however, didn't notice a thing, as his face was turned to the dome in which she and her entourage had just marched from. His blonde brows were scrunched and there was a genuine confusion there. So maybe it was a good thing she didn't try and attack him right off the bat.
Not that shed of gotten far.
"I think I know what happened." He smiled ruefully then, throwing a large arm across her shoulder. It was casual and friendly but she could see how the others thought it was strange. "I had given Heimdall the order to watch over you. And if ever you called for assistance, from me or my Lady, to have you delivered here."
And she had too. She'd just been asking for Jane. Darcy groaned, putting her face in her hands and rubbing it roughly. She couldn't be mad at him. Not even a little. He'd only done what any good big brother would do (if he had otherworldly powers and what-not) so she'd forgive the man for trying.
And she really did want to see Jane… She also had no idea when Steve would be back. Could be days for all she knew. Even weeks.
Yea, she needed her bestie.
"Mmk, big man. You win. I actually do want to see Jane. We need some lady time." She sighed, looking up into the angry face of Thor. He had turned his gaze to the Burly Guard, the one who had yelled at her in the dome. This guy was now looking at her legs with a very inappropriate gleam to his eyes. One that Thor could see clearly.
"Dandor, remove your eyes from the Lady Darcy's person or I shall remove them from your head." His fierce blue eyes found hers, pride and love showing back. "She has captured the heart of my fellow warrior on earth. A god among his own men and will be his sheildmaiden."
Darcy was shocked and had no words to say, so she thanked him the only way she knew how. She punched his shoulder and told him she needed to find Jane before all the smooshy talk melted her.
Her heart felt a little lighter knowing Thor had finally come to terms with her and Steve. Maybe she would too eventually.
Jane was so surprised to see her she almost dropped the shiny, mechanical looking thingy she had been tinkering with when Thor escorted her in. Even in a whole other world, Jane had found some sort of science to play with.
That's my girl.
"Darce! Holy crap, what are you doing here!" Jane called, pulling her into one of her boney hugs.
"Oh, you know. Can't go twenty four hours without some crisis." She laughed, silently thanking Thor as he steered the guards out of the room, closing the door behind him. The room Darcy had been led to was immaculate. Tall grand columns, gold furniture and even a floor to ceiling book shelf.
She was so busy taking in her surroundings that she didn't notice Jane whispering something to the little gadget she'd almost dropped. That is, until she heard her name.
",-got to go. Darcy is here. Yep. Try again tomorrow."
"What are you talking to?" Darcy asked, opening a set of doors she had thought was another room. Turned out to be a huge closet full of dresses. She was gingerly running her fingers through the silk fabric, letting the strange cloth flutter slightly.
"Oh, this thing. Me and Stark are sort of working on a way of communicating between worlds, but I had to enlist Heimdall and Sif…" and on and on she went about airwaves and how to create smallish portals for sound and blah blah science all the while Darcy went about pulling a few gowns out. She listened intently as she tried a few of them on, loving the way Jane flapped her arms when she talked passionately about her discoveries.
"So wait, you were talking to Stark?" She asked then, realizing that meant Steve might have been done with his mission. Jane turned to her then, but a laugh escaping her lips as she looked at Darcy struggle with the tunic. Or was it a robe?
"That's not how-" The other woman chuckled and started untying the long ropes Darcy had tangled hopelessly around her body. She didn't know how these damn dresses worked. It's not as easy as zip em up.
"But no," Jane continued as she straightened Darcy's dress, taking the straps and properly replacing them at her hips. "I was trying to talk to Pepper. Tony and the gang are on some emergency mission. She doesn't think they'll be back for a while." She said, realizing then why Darcy had come.
She didn't need to say it, didn't even look at her best friend. They both knew. And Jane, that awesome little lady, hugged her so hard, squeezing Darcy's ribs.
The girls did what girls do best. They ate great food, drank a stupid amount of wine, talked about their problems, and laid about in ancient and extraordinary gowns…
They weren't like most girls though. They were dating superheroes.