Nasuverse Crossover One-shots

MCU x Fate

𝐓𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

Jane was still acting stubborn for the fifth time in a row. Maybe it was the awful reruns of Jeopardy or that heavy stench of depression permeating the hospital. Whatever the reason, the damn woman would just not listen to her! How many black sugar boba does she have to buy to get her to change her mind?

Yeah, she gets why seeking help from your ex might be embarrassing, but her friend was dying for Christ's sake! Also, she'll go full bald in a few months if she doesn't take action. Really, who cares what the dumb thunder god might think!

Darcy had stormed back to her apartment that day, irritated, cold, and famished. The chilly fall winds easily penetrated through her thin jacket, and since she skipped dinner for Jane's chemotherapy, her stomach was making all kinds of frightening noises. Right as she burst through the front door, Darcy collapses onto her couch with a childish groan. Like a starfish, she lies there unmoving, limbs stiff from exhaustion. But once her stomach growls in hunger again, she's back on her feet instantly, heading to the kitchen. The door to the white refrigerator is ripped open with impatience, only to reveal two soda cans, an empty peanut butter jar, and a shit ton of beer.

Unfortunately, for all her bragging about becoming a professional with a doctorate, Darcy's college habits had never really left her.

Doordash it is then.

She hums to herself as she scrolls through her options. Fancy Thai food or pizza? There was about a one hundred dollar price difference there, not that it really inconvenienced her though. From the Westview incident, she was paid rather handsomely for arresting Tyler Hayward as well as her other heroic deeds. Money hadn't been an issue for her recently.

In the end, Darcy settled on pizza. While waiting, she got right to her latest assignment, which may or may not be related to a certain secret organization's shenanigans. She may not like working for S.W.O.R.D. as someone who couldn't even be recruited by Coulson, but it pays well as a side job and got her access to a whole bunch of juicy secrets.

She just wishes they'd lay off on Wanda though. As far as she knew, the lady was an emotional wreck who just needed time by herself to heal. Who knows what bothering her would do. They could have another Westview anomaly on their hands or worse.

Darcy spends just five minutes working before her attention span fizzles out. She had to chug her last two sodas to appease her empty stomach before becoming a couch bug again. It was now officially her designated binge-watching session! Dear god, she hoped they were doing that throwback special for Doctor Who. She slumps further down the soft green fabric, making herself comfortable before pressing the power button on the remote.

"Three buildings in the central area were badly damaged. Large chunks of the infrastructure carved out haphazardly."

Oh Jesus, not the news. She didn't want another rundown of the newest superbaddie on the block.

"Cameras did not capture anything. So far, there have been no answers to what or who could have caused this."

Darcy sighs. After the blip, it seemed like incidents like these were becoming all too commonplace lately. Strange things happen all the time and people all over the globe are slowly starting to accept that this was their life now. Aliens, wizards, and whatever else this world throws at them from time to time, you just learn to accept it pretty quickly. Even when the night sky acted funky that one time, no one was that alarmed. Pretty cool light show though.

She changes the channel, hoping to see her beloved 10th doctor, but instead, all she gets is. . . static? The low hissing unnerved her as she comes to realize how unusual it was for her tv to malfunction. It was the latest flat screen from Sony and so far, never had any issues. Of course, her mind goes into overdrive, conjuring the worst scenarios possible: namely alien invasions.

Oh, how wrong she was. That glowing blue circle that suddenly appeared around her tv? It certainly didn't look very alien to her. It had weird symbols that could very well be runes of some sort, so magic? Then again, Thor was an alien, but people thought he was from mytho-
Fucking hell! What was up with her hand! This night could not get any worse, can it!? Darcy darts to her kitchen sink as fast as she can, rummaging through the drawers to find her gun. Mother luck is probably toying with her for she finds it just in time as a figure emerges from the weird circle, replacing her well-bought $2,000 smart tv.

"Oh my god."

The stranger, who seemed to be a man with swept-back white hair, snapped his attention to her. He looked to be wearing some sort of sleeveless dark blue bodysuit, etched with white designs: some parts of his outfit were plaited with metal for whatever reason.

"Oh my god!" Darcy repeated. "A supervillain stole my tv!" She quickly points her gun at the intruder. "Don't move another inch or I blow your brains out, you fashion disaster!" Fortunately, the man complies with her threat without complaints, but a heavy frown forms on his face. . . his face that oddly looks familiar somehow. Maybe the guy had a celebrity look-alike?

The newcomer sighs before uttering his first words to her, tone deep and with an accent she couldn't recognize. "This is not how I wanted to be greeted," he starts. "Honestly, Master, where are your manners?"

To say Darcy is perplexed would be a massive understatement. Not only was this guy a petty thief but he had a weird BDSM kink too. She composes herself as much as she can at this point before giving out her first demand. "Tell me who you are before I, you know, k-word you."

The man did not seem impressed at her words. Sighing, her target musses his hair before. . .before he holds up her very own gun in front of her, dangling it back and forth as if to mock her.

"Now, do you know who I am?"

Oh, crud, that bastard had stolen her gun, and now she was defenseless. Just how did he do it? She didn't even see anything? It's like he snatched it so fast it didn't even register-

Wait a minute.

Darcy scrutinizes the intruder's form more closely until she starts to feel woozy, a plethora of complicated emotions boiling within her.

"Dude, you're supposed to be dead."

A long stretch of silence ensued before "dude" finally gave her a sad smile. "I am," he replied. "Right now, I'm only a copy of my original self, a hero brought anew, and also, most importantly, your servant."

"Look man, I have no idea what that all means or anything, but damn it! It would've been really great if you popped up a few months ago rather than now!" Darcy paced around her kitchen, the implications and possible consequences of his arrival only now dawning on her. It was the morally right action to get them to meet, right? Of course it was! Even if this pervert version wasn't fully normal or something, they were still family!

"Quicksilver."

"Call me Lancer instead, Master."

"Okay, you creep. Lancer, I need you to know something really important. It's about your sister-"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Darcy almost screamed in annoyance right there and then. She was just getting to the important bits! Sneaking a glance at the silver-haired man, she can tell he's growing worried, clearly enraptured by what she was going to say. Giving him a glare and a command to stay put, Darcy marched her way to the front door and peaked outside.

Tired brown eyes bore into hers, and she almost tripped in surprise. A teenager-or at least he looked like one-stood unusually close to her door, clad in a red uniform with a giant steaming pizza box in his hands. Her deliveryman looked frazzled and nervous as if this was his first day on the job.

"Pizza delivery! I'm so sorry ma'am. I'm a minute late! It was just that the traffic was so slow and there was a robbery down on 15th avenue, and people were making a whole fuss about some potential terrorist, and-

This guy would ramble on and on if Darcy didn't shut him up.

"It's okay, it's okay! It's fine, alright! It's only a minute anyways!" She opens the door just a tiny sliver more to tuck the pizza box inside.
"Thank you, for the pizza, Mr. . . uh." Her eyes squint at his name tag.

"Mr. Parker."

"Uh, Peter! Peter Parker-"

She quickly shuts the door before turning back to spot her guest on the couch. The man stares at the pizza like he hadn't eaten in weeks. Darcy tries to strike an intimidating pose, wracking her brain over how Fury might stand.

"Okay, you freak of nature, let's talk over some greasy junk food."