Avengers '' Darcy Stark, Tony Stark Daughter

Meeting Loki

God, today sucks, thought Darcy as she walked down one of the New York side streets towards Stark Mansion, her ear buds blasting music so loud she couldn't hear anything around her (it was against security, but she really just wanted to be home right now. The backpack she was carrying bounced with each step, the strap gripped firmly in one hand and the other hand shoved in the pocket of her jacket.

Normally, she loved school. She adored going to classes because occasionally she learned something she didn't already know and it gave her a chance to socialize with other students. Today though, well, today she wanted to murder one of her fellow students. That bastard thinks he's so smart, but he messed with that wrong girl. I will make him eat his words when I show up with my-

Her thoughts were interrupted when a body suddenly flew right in front of her face. She might have jumped if flying bodies weren't as common to her as they were. Which probably said something about her life, but she wasn't going to dwell on it. Instead, she popped out her ear buds and looked towards the person who'd just flown past her.

Steve groaned as he pushed himself off the wall he'd hit, leaving an imprint behind. His eyes scanned the area, immediately stopping on Darcy. The rate at which he paled couldn't be healthy. Frantically, he scrambled to his feet. "Darcy, get out of here!"

"What's going on?" asked Darcy, tilting her head at Steve.

The super-soldier never got a chance to respond. In the next moment, a random man wrapped in leather with a massive gold, horned helmet appeared in front of Darcy. Black hair was just visible beneath the gold and his pale skin looked almost unnatural in the bright sunlight. The man didn't even glance at her, his focus solely on Steve. "I expected more of you, Super-soldier."

"Darcy, run!" ordered Steve as he scrambled to his feet. "Get out of here."

In the next few seconds, several things happened. The man who came after Steve suddenly turned on Darcy who, still feeling jumpy over the recent kidnapping incident, activated her bracelet and fired at the man without a second thought. The sonic waves struck her target, flinging him several feet backwards and slamming him into a wall. The action left a rather impressive imprint on the bricks, outlining the man's body almost perfectly. Steve just stood gawking next to Darcy, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to figure out what to say.

"Uh..." Looking at the mystery man, Darcy's first fleeting thought as her brain restarts is that the guy is really cute. Not in the same way that Clint is; Clint is the 'I will chain you to my bed' type of hot where as the guy in front of her is more like James Bond. Which is funny given Clint actually is a super-spy.

Steve started choking beside Darcy, staring at her in shock. "Did you just call him cute?"

"That didn't stay in my head, did it?" asked Darcy with a sigh. "Just don't tell Clint, please. He's so much hotter than this guy it's not even funny, but he'll still get all paranoid if he finds out."

"I'm going to pretend I never heard you refer to Thor's crazy little brother as cute," muttered Steve, shaking his head. "I mean, I hoped you had standards-"

"Hey!" objected Darcy, momentarily loosing her focus on their current situation. "Someone can be cute and a total sociopath. That doesn't mean you can't admire how they look."

"Are we really going to have this conversation?" asked Steve, staring at Darcy like she'd grown another head.

"You started it," countered Darcy, folding her arms over her chest. "All I did was say someone was cute. You're the one who implied it might reflect who I would actually date."

Steve opened his mouth to rebuke, only to be suddenly lifted clean off the ground and thrown back into the building by Loki before he could respond. The super-soldier flew through the hole in the brick again, his disappearance and the subsequent loud smack of him hitting something inside being followed by a moan. A pained one.