Darcy/Magneto 5
Darcy would never forget the first time she met Erik. Magneto. Whatever. It had been an Avengers thing, they needed someone to talk to him about- well, fuck,that she didn’t remember. But her political science degree (and years of wading through conversational bullshit) made her the best choice to have an actual conversation with the man. It was either that, or go to Charles Xavier for a favor. Which, hey, Darcy- guess who else we need you to talk to when you have a moment!
She wasn’t entirely sure what made her go to Erik first. Something had drawn her to him. But, thanks to the SHIELD connections and probably some of Tony’s money, she was admitted to the top-secret, super-secure prison they were holding him at. She wasn’t allowed any metal on her person at all when she went to talk to him, despite the fact that they’d be separated by ballistics glass at all times. But whatever.
He’d laughed when he’d first seen her. Just sat back and laughed and laughed. When she’d asked why, he’d said, “Even after all this time… you’ll find out soon, Darcy Lewis.” And this before she’d even introduced herself. Which was a little creepy. But she’d still found herself wanting to be on the other side of the glass with him.
He’d been very cooperative, actually. So much so that when she’d later met Charles, she’d commented on it, and received a very stoic, “I’m not surprised,” in response.
She did end up finding out not too long after that. Tony and Charles had cahooted to send her back in time 40 years. She came across him in the middle of a parking lot, just out of the blue. He was walking one way, she was walking another, and her eyes had fallen on his.
She recognized him right away. He’d changed considerably physically in the last forty years, of course, but she knew. “Erik?”
He’d come to a full stop, hands already raising in front of him as he stared down at her. They’d stared at each other for a tense few seconds as Darcy realized that maybe surprising him in a parking lot full of heavy metal objects might not have been the best idea, and he’d frowned. “You seem familiar, do I know you?”
“Well…” Darcy shrugged. “Not yet. But in about forty years, you and I meet, and you call me by name before I introduce myself.” She made a face. “Like I just did with you. Sorry. It’s a little creepy.”
Erik held out his hand for hers, and she took it, his long fingers closing around hers. He raised it to his lips, and she could only stare, transfixed, as his lips lowered and brushed against her skin.
Neither noticed the red shimmer in the early morning sun, a line connecting the smallest of their fingers together.