"Powered By Awesome"

This was what Darcy got for chasing up semi-legal equipment parts for Jane. She got thrown into a dusty room, threatened if she said or did anything other than breathe, and – to top it all off – they didn't even consider her enough of a threat to check her for weapons! Okay, yeah, it was great that they didn't put their dirty mitts all over her very fabulous body, but seriously? She didn't exude 'potential threat' at all? Not even after hanging out with the freakin' God of Thunder?

Rude.

Well, no way was she just gonna breathe. Especially when she heard movement nearby. She turned slowly, and her eyes widened when she recognised the two people in front of her. One of them, the man, seemed to be unconscious, and the woman was tied to a steel pole in the middle of the room. It looked like she'd already dislocated her shoulder in an attempt to escape, and it wasn't working. There was a gag on her mouth. Darcy walked over to them, and knelt beside the man. Clint Barton. Hawkeye. When she poked him, he didn't move, and his breathing was shallow. Bad sign.

So she looked at Natasha Romanov – why wasn't it Romanova? – and cleared her throat.

"I'm guessing he should've woken up by now?" she whispered. The Black Widow's eyes widened, and she nodded. "Okay, lemme take a look at these cuffs."

She crouched behind Natasha, and removed the gag first. While the woman worked her jaw, Darcy picked the locks as gingerly as she could, mindful of the shoulder. Just because the agent didn't flinch, it didn't mean that it wasn't sore.

"Done," Darcy said, moving her wrists carefully back to the front. "I'm gonna see to your boy here."

"Thank you, Miss Lewis," Natasha said. Darcy dismissed the words; she'd heard them before.

"Hey, you recognised me, too," she said. Natasha nodded again, and Darcy bent over Clint. She pushed him onto his back, searching for any puncture wounds.

"It was something they sprayed onto his skin," she said. "They told me it would last an hour. It has been just over that since he appeared to pass out."

"Sweet, so he'll be up soon," Darcy said, sitting back on her heels. "Anything I can do to speed up the process? Holy shit!" she squeaked when Natasha relocated her shoulder with a crack and no flinch. "Please tell me you get plenty of vitamin D."

Before Natasha could reply – or laugh, she looked like she wanted to smile – the door was unlocked with a clang. Natasha was back in place in the blink of an eye.

"You didn't quite follow our instructions, but you are forgiven," said the boss guy. Was he the boss guy? His lackeys were hanging around behind him, so that was likely. "My men," yep, the boss, "did not get your name. Miss…?"

"Lewis," she said. "Darcy Lewis. Heard-a me?"

He cocked his head. Darcy sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes, but sneakily checking out her fellow fugitives. She could see that Clint was stiller than before, and his eyelids were cracked the tiniest bit open. Natasha appeared to be gathering herself to move.

"No, I have not heard of you," the boss said. "Should I have?"

"Yeah! I'm on social media! I get all the best news about Asgard, didn't you know?"

"Asgard?" He frowned. Yep. Looked like he was gettin' the message.

"Big place in the sky," she said, standing up. "Thor and Mew-Mew come from there."

The thugs tensed, but Darcy already had her hand on her taser. She whipped it out and shot the boss, who fell to his knees. Keeping her finger on the trigger, the surge wiped out the guys behind him as well, and they were all on the ground within seconds. She noticed the two spies flanking her – when the hell did that happen? – and she turned around and beamed at them.

"Extra-long charge," she said, "`cause my taser is powered by awesome." She looked at Clint. "Unlimited supply of it here, I'll have you know, buddy boy."

His jaw dropped. "Uh… thanks for helping us?" he said.

"Helping you? Dude, I saved you! You're welcome, and all that, but you shouldn't be fighting when you jump up that fast. Something to do with the blood flow… oh." She blinked twice, looking from one to the other. "Sorry. Mouth rules brain, not the other way around. Uh… I thought you two were supposed to be soulmates?"

"Looking for our third," Clint said, and he stroked the side of Darcy's hand, still clutching the taser. Thanks to Thor, there was probably still some life left in the cartridge. "Looks like we finally found her."

"Wow," Darcy said, staring at them. "Because really? I've seriously lucked out. You two are… whoa. I'm thinkin' I'm in way over my head here. Know what I said about being awesome? Yeah, I'm not the awesomest one in this room."

"You saved us," Natasha said. "It's rare that someone does that."

She frowned. "Everyone needs help from time to time." She bit her lower lip, considering all the facts. "Okay, you two've been together forever, and I barely know you. You're both super-spies and superheroes – superhero and superheroine, technically – and I'm just a scientist wrangler."

"Damn good one, from what we've heard," Clint said, steering her out of the room between them. No way did Darcy want to know whether she'd killed someone. Her souped-up taser could have been lethal on the first guy hit.

"And you're not 'just' anything," Natasha said. "I mean it. Thank you. I was going to have to rely on Clint waking up in time to let me loose, and they stripped us of anything useful." Darcy snorted.

"Yeah, well, it says a lot that they didn't even frisk me, right? I don't look dangerous."

"Which is good," Clint said, voice turning stern. "We'd prefer you to be underestimated and safe."

Darcy couldn't help smiling as her soulmates slung their arms around her waist. As soon as they got outside, her phone began to ring.

"That's either a scary, movie-like coincidence—"

"Or phone signals were blocked inside the building," Natasha said.

"Hello?" Darcy said.

"Darcy, are you okay? Where are you? Thor's on his way."

"Hey, Jane. I'm okay. I'm with my soulmates." That felt epic to say.

Jane sounded confused. "But… you used your taser. There's a…" Then she coughed, and Darcy narrowed her eyes.

"There's a what?" she said. "What, does using my taser activate some kind of distress beacon?"

"…Yes?"

"Jane, who designed this taser?"

"Tony and Thor."

She rolled her eyes. She'd put her phone on speaker almost immediately, and Clint and Natasha were sniggering at the conversation.

"It'd be great if you could send transport to SHIELD," she said through gritted teeth.

"What happened?"

"The Black Widow and Hawkeye are with me," Darcy explained. "I'm pretty sure they'll need to debrief."

"They're with you as well?"

"Not… as well."

For a genius, Jane could be pretty slow. When it hit her, she gasped.

"They're your… wow," she said. "Well, we're at Stark Tower anyway."

"Which would explain why Thor's nearly here," Darcy said, looking up at the sky. "That didn't take long. Okay, I'm gonna go now. See ya. And we're gonna have a talk about my taser having fancy doodads I wasn't aware of."

"Yes, Darcy."

"Darcy!" Thor called, striding over to them. "My friends, you came to her rescue! I thank you." He bowed his head, and Clint snorted.

"Yeah, actually, Darcy saved us," he said. Thor's eyes widened, and then he grinned.

"With her box of lightning," he said. "Of course."

"Looks like our ride's here," Natasha said, jerking her thumb. A SHIELD car had pulled up. "I managed to get word out before we were nabbed, but I wasn't sure whether the signal had gotten through."

"We'll see you back at the tower," Clint said, and he kissed the top of Darcy's head. She scowled at them.

"Y'think I'm gonna risk losing track of you now?" she said. "I'm coming with."

Rather than arguing, Natasha and Clint looked at each other and shrugged.

"Fine with us," Natasha said.

"See ya later, big guy," Darcy said, patting Thor on the arm. "Thanks for coming to find me, anyway."

"I do not understand."

"Soulmates, Thor! Bonding needs to be done. Of the getting-to-know-you kind right now, because work. But later, definitely the fun stuff. I hope." She eyed her soulmates, who both looked amused. "You as flexible as you look? `Cause if so, yeah, the universe likes me."

Really just wanted to have something where Darcy said that she powered her taser with awesomeness. (Because it's true. That's her superpower. Head canon.)

Hoping people continue to enjoy these fics. I'm doing my best with some obscure ships, since that's my default setting. I'm weird like that.

Uh… if anyone has suggestions for peculiar MCU pairings, let me know, and I'll see what I can do. I keep coming up with ideas, which is BAD, because I'm neglecting the other stuff I'm supposed to be working on. I blame unemployment.

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