About four days ago Darcy woke up in a small room straight out of a horror film, her hands were bound to a metal pipe and her legs were chained to the floor. The first day she gained consciousness a man in a HYDRA suit had come in screaming for answers about a file. It took her too long to realize that they'd captured the wrong girl. They wanted Jane, and her panic at the thought had only given the Hydra lackey leverage against her, and when she called him a limp-dicked idiot he backhanded her until she was unconscious.
By her third day Darcy had given up on not angering the Hydra agent, refusing to give him answers on Jane's work (because she didn't know or The Avengers. She payed heartily for it, and when she headbutted the bastard for hitting her she got a busted lip and tighter bindings. God she hoped she was the only one these idiots had gotten their hands on.
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The building trembled as a distant explosion heralded the arrival of the cavalry.
Tony had never credited HYDRA with an overabundance of intelligence, but he'd passed beyond contempt and into something approaching awe that they were still attempting to stand and fight with Thor quite literally crashing into their ranks like the wrath of the gods. Not that the rest of them were especially inclined to mercy. Natasha had a whirlwind-of-death thing going on that was simultaneously terrifying and kinda hot, and he'd never seen Steve glare like that at anyone who wasn't him. The less said about the Hulk the better
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Worrying her teeth over the drying blood, Darcy's head shot up at the sudden commotion outside. Before she'd met Thor and her friends she'd never thought she'd be so happy to hear the sound of an explosion.
Ignoring the strain of her muscles as she lifted her arms Darcy began to struggle against her bindings, desperate to get a look out of the small port window in the door of her cell.
She was tired, covered in cuts, bruises, and may even have a slight concussion after so many blows to her head with the bad end of a Hydra repulser glove, but she didn't care. She was going to live through this.
After failed attempts to yell past her dry throat and cracked lips. she began to bang against the pipes, hoping to god he can somehow hear above the fighting.
JARVIS picked up on the banging before Tony did, the armor's internal speakers amplifying the sound to make it clearly audible over the fighting still going on in the distance. The door was solidly built and locked up tight, but it clearly hadn't been designed to stand up to anything like Iron Man. One blast took it clean off its hinges.
Standing in the doorway, he took in the scene in the room beyond, and for some reason felt the unaccountable urge to go back and finish beating the shit out of any HYDRA operatives he could get his hands on. He took a moment to school his expression into its default cocky grin before lifting the faceplate. "Sorry we're late," he said brightly.
Darcy covered her face the second she heard the tell tale whir of Tony's repulsors outside the door. Looking up from her position on the floor once the slight build up of smoke cleared her face broke out into a blinding smile, ignoring the twinges of pain all over her face.
"Better late then never." She wasn't about to reflect on how true that statement was right now.
"Yeah, the traffic was terrible, and I'm pretty sure the satnav was fucking with Legolas..." As he spoke he was moving to crouch beside her. Servos whined in the finger joints of the armor as he casually tore her restraints open as though they were made of paper. "Are you hurt?"
Rubbing her reddened limbs to get her circulation going once they were free. it takes Darcy about three seconds before she pulls him into a hug, the cool metal of the suit pressing against her raw cheek and lets out a laugh that sounds suspiciously like a small cry. "I've been better."
There was no way that could possibly be comfortable, but he got her needing human contact right now, even if it was through a layer of metal. When they found him after Afghanistan he'd wanted to collapse into Rhodey's arms and never move again. "There's a med team waiting at the jet," he said, carefully wrapping an armor-clad arm around her, "We didn't know if..." If she'd be hurt, if she was even still alive, and fuck he needed to punch something.
It really wasn't but after sitting so long and waiting for death, she was willing to hug armor if it meant she was close to a friendly face. Pulling away and wiping her eyes, and giving him a watery slightly pained smile when it does nothing to stop the light stream of tears Darcy nods. "I think they may have broken a few things, but I...it could have been worse. I may have a concussion I'm not sure." Her medical expertise was slim to none on a good day, this was far and above anything she'd dealt with. "Please tell me you guys are killing them all. Fuckers broke Mr.Sparky."
"They're getting seven shades of shit kicked outta them at this very moment," Tony replied. Maybe he could catch the tail end of the fight, because the urge to kill things was not diminishing in any way. "Can you walk or do you need a ride?"
"Good. Assholes wanted Jane, I hope everyone smashes their stupid costumed faces in." Shifting her legs so that she's resting on her knees Darcy starts to move, and stumbles slightly from the disuse of her legs. "Maybe? Help me up and we can see."
He caught a hold of her arms and helped her to her feet. "Yeah, you wanna see Thor. I never fully understood the phrase 'wrath of the gods' til now. Big guy was pissed." The last few days at SHIELD HQ had been nightmarish. Jane had been in guilt-induced hysterics, most of the rest of them going for various shades of worried and/or murderous. The place had been a powderkeg.
"Heh, sorry for the worry." Leaning on him heavily for the moment Darcy gives him another small smile, joking even when she's ten shades of terrified, and battered.
"As soon as you're back in one piece I'm gonna kick your ass," he reassured her, smirking. The words were belied by a hand at her waist, supporting her as they turned to head back out toward where the quinjet was parked.
"Well you might just have to get in line for that one Tony. Think we could get some ice cream first?" Limping along with him, Darcy steps over the body of a Hydra agent with a nicely sized smoking hole in his armor. She grins at him. "Nice work."
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The first day she gained consciousness a man in a HYDRA suit had come in screaming for answers about a file. It took her too long to realize that they'd captured the wrong girl. They wanted Jane, and her panic at the thought had only given the Hydra lackey leverage against her, and when she called him a limp-dicked idiot he backhanded her until she was unconscious.
By her third day Darcy had given up on not angering the Hydra agent, refusing to give him answers on Jane's work (because she didn't know or The Avengers. She payed heartily for it, and when she headbutted the bastard for hitting her she got a busted lip and tighter bindings.
God she hoped she was the only one these idiots had gotten their hands on.
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Tony had never credited HYDRA with an overabundance of intelligence, but he'd passed beyond contempt and into something approaching awe that they were still attempting to stand and fight with Thor quite literally crashing into their ranks like the wrath of the gods. Not that the rest of them were especially inclined to mercy. Natasha had a whirlwind-of-death thing going on that was simultaneously terrifying and kinda hot, and he'd never seen Steve glare like that at anyone who wasn't him. The less said about the Hulk the better ( ... )
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Ignoring the strain of her muscles as she lifted her arms Darcy began to struggle against her bindings, desperate to get a look out of the small port window in the door of her cell.
She was tired, covered in cuts, bruises, and may even have a slight concussion after so many blows to her head with the bad end of a Hydra repulser glove, but she didn't care. She was going to live through this.
After failed attempts to yell past her dry throat and cracked lips. she began to bang against the pipes, hoping to god he can somehow hear above the fighting.
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Standing in the doorway, he took in the scene in the room beyond, and for some reason felt the unaccountable urge to go back and finish beating the shit out of any HYDRA operatives he could get his hands on. He took a moment to school his expression into its default cocky grin before lifting the faceplate. "Sorry we're late," he said brightly.
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"Better late then never." She wasn't about to reflect on how true that statement was right now.
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"I've been better."
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Pulling away and wiping her eyes, and giving him a watery slightly pained smile when it does nothing to stop the light stream of tears Darcy nods.
"I think they may have broken a few things, but I...it could have been worse. I may have a concussion I'm not sure."
Her medical expertise was slim to none on a good day, this was far and above anything she'd dealt with.
"Please tell me you guys are killing them all. Fuckers broke Mr.Sparky."
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Shifting her legs so that she's resting on her knees Darcy starts to move, and stumbles slightly from the disuse of her legs.
"Maybe? Help me up and we can see."
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"Nice work."
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