Darcy/Magneto
This was not the plan. Travelling back to the past, sure. Meeting up with Charles (and she was so calling him Charles now, even after she got back), absolutely. He’d poked around in her brain, determined she was there for a good reason, everything was on track.
Being captured, not entirely the plan. Running into Magneto while she was getting herself uncaptured was definitely not in the plan. At least he hadn’t killed her, though. That was… That was pretty awesome. The jury was still out on whether or not he believed her on the whole time-traveling, super important mission thing, but he wasn’t actively killing her. And she technically wasn’t a prisoner, what with the whole not being restrained thing.
So she wasn’t dead. She wasn’t a prisoner. What she was, was still under discussion.
“You could get me back to Charles,” she suggested, not for the first time. They were sitting in a diner, actually getting something to eat. Apparently the villain-on-the-go (anti-hero-on-the-go?) didn’t do a whole lot of cooking. “I’ll tell him you took me on an absolutely lovely date and were a perfect gentleman the whole time.”
He actually smiled at that, which surprised her. Erik (and she was totally calling him Erik when she got back, too) was a little intense. “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”
“Wasn’t that your story?” The smile remained, though.
“No. My story is from-the-future. This is the same universe, just, you know, a long time before I was born.” She dipped a fry in her ketchup and ate it. “Seriously, ketchup tastes way better in the past. Oh!” Her eyes widened as she realized why. “Corn syrup hasn’t infiltrated everything yet. Sugar tastes way better.”
“You should try the pie, then.”
Her eyebrows lifted, and a smile spread across her own face. “Careful, Erik, or I really am going to start thinking this is a date.”