Angie/Peggy
The lights flickered just an instant before the subway car squealed to a halt. Darcy reflexively pulled her heavy tote bag closer. “Are you fucking kidding me?” she muttered, peering around to try and find out why her morning commute had been interrupted. “I’m going to be late on my first day of work because MTA can’t keep their shit together?”
The door at the side slid open, and some dude all in black with some sort of fucking rifle in his hands stormed onto the train. He looked some weird combination of scared and threatening. “Yeah, not today, asshole.”
Okay. So the TASER technically wasn’t legal in New York, but seriously? Commuting from her low-rent apartment to the middle of Manhattan for her new PR internship basically required some form of personal protection. So she pulled out her TASER and let the asshole have it.
He was just twitching to a stop on the floor of the car when a huge blond stepped on board- holy fuck, was that Thor? Darcy watched the news.
Fucking Thor stared at the man for a moment as if trying to determine why, exactly, he was lying on the floor, and his eyes followed the leads from dude in black to the weapon in Darcy’s hands.
She dropped it immediately and gave him her best innocent look.
“You? You harnessed the power of electricity and rendered this man unconscious?” Was that… Approval? Like… He sounded… Pleased?
“Yes?”
Holy fuck, his smile. Darcy basically had to smile in return. “Truly, you have done a great service, Lady…?”
“Darcy.”
He stepped across the unconscious man and picked up her hand from where it was hanging at her side, lifting it to his mouth to press a kiss to the back of it. The way his lips dragged slightly across her skin was just not right. “I hope to see you again soon, Lady Darcy.”
All she could do was stare after him as he stepped away from her, effortlessly lifting the dude from the floor. He paused, winking at her on his way out of the subway car.
“I love New York,” she said to herself, sinking back into her seat.