Darcy's Friend
The next morning, the whole team, Mr. Pierce and Sitwell were sitting in a conference room at the hotel. They had gone through all the evidence to find nothing. Both Pierce and Sitwell knew that they would probably not find anything, but they still had to try.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Pierce. But we just didn't find anything", Steve said. "It's alright. I knew that there was a fifty - fifty chance of getting anything", Pierce said. "Is there anyway that we can try to possibly bring out the spirit? Provoke it?", Tony asked. "Didn't you say something about your granddaughter having experiences with the spirit? Can't we bring her in?", Natasha then asked.
The entire room was eerily quiet after that as Pierce didn't say anything. He first looked at Sitwell, who shook his head 'no', then continued to look about the group. Pierce quickly looked at Darcy and Bucky. Darcy was looking down at her lap, but lifted her eyes to look at him and did a small shrug. Meanwhile, Bucky kissed her temple to give her strength.
"All I can say is that it is not up to me. I personally don't want her to get involved. However, it is her decision", Pierce said. Tony clapped his hands, "Fantastic! How do we get in contact with her?" Pierce sighed before looking over at Darcy, "Sweet pea?" Darcy looked around the room to see a bunch of confused looks. "Before we go back there. I need to tell you why it's dangerous for me to go back", she said.
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When Darcy was five years old, she made a new friend in her granfathers attic. When she first entered the attic, her new friend bowed and introduced himself as Brock Rumlow. He was tall, athletic with black hair and had olive tan skin. He dressed to something similar to what they wore during the Civil War. His pants, vest and knee high boots were black as his dress shirt was white. And whenever she visited him, he always wore the same thing. But she didn't think anything of it.
The people who did think about it was Darcy's parents, grandfather and his butler. When she had described what he looked like, her grandfather was alarmed. And when she told them where her new friend was, they knew that she couldn't go back there. However, throughout the years, Darcy would continue to go up to the attic to see her friend.
That was until her parents told her that she would never come back to her grandfathers house. Being upset at the news, Darcy went and told her friend. Well, he was equally upset. He couldn't have 'his princess' leave him. So he came up with a plan and put it into action.
So at the age of ten, Darcy went to go live with her grandfather after her parents mysteriously died. Sure, she was saddened and heartbroken. But she was thankful for her grandfather and her friend. And over time, Darcy got over the death of her parents.
For years, Darcy would visit her friend in the attic. She went to him for advice, to talk or just to hang out. Darcy truly felt like she could trust Brock, even though no one else saw him. That was until her sixteenth birthday.
"You look beautiful, princess", Brock said as Darcy was showing him her newest knee length dress. "Thank you, Brock", she said as she blushed. Brock then held a hand out at her. "Come here, princess. I have something to give you on this very special day", he said. She took a couple steps forward before placing her hand in the cold spot where his hand was. Brock guided her towards him and placed a finger under her chin for her to look at him. Once she did, Brock's honey eyes looked deeply into her hazel ones.
"Allow me to give it to you, my princess. My birthday gift to you", he whispered. Darcy slightly nodded, "Please", she whispered back. Brock lowered his head to lightly press his lips against hers. However, Darcy soon lost any attention as she felt herself get lost in Brock's soft touches. She found herself on cloud nine, that was until Brock laid her down on a couch. Blinking up at him, Darcy saw that he was unbuttoning his pants. She furrowed her eyebrows and was about to say something when he lifted her dress.
"Brock? What are you doing?", she inquired. "Shhh... It will be alright, princess. It will only hurt for a little bit", he said as he removed her panties. Right then, Darcy realized what her birthday gift was and started to freak out. "No! Brock, I don't want this!", Darcy started to cry, But Brock pushed her down and continued to undress her.
Darcy was about to scream, but Brock shoved her panties into her mouth. He then pushed himself into her folds and groaned at the feeling. Laying completely frozen for a few seconds, Darcy's mind kicked into gear. She tried to push Brock off of her, but because he was a ghost, her hands were going through him. Brock continued to have his way with Darcy for about half an hour.
"Oh my princess. That was fantastic. You were really phenomenal", Brock said. All that Darcy could do was shrink into herself. Bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs, Darcy was thinking how it got to this. "Why? Why would you do that, Brock?", she asked. Brock then cupped her face with his hands. "Because you are mine, princess. You are of age for us to be together. Forever", he said lovingly. Darcy just nodded before standing up and heading for the attic door.
"Where do you think you're going. princess?", Brock demanded as he grabbed her wrist. Darcy looked at him with wide eyes. "I just need to go to the bathroom. May I please go? I promise to immediately come back when I'm done", she answered. Brock looked at her with a soft look, "Very well, my princess. I shall wait for you." Darcy pressed her lips together and nodded before leaving.
As she went down the stairs, Darcy was trying her hardest not to run. Completely bypassing the bathroom, she continued down the stairs and went to her grandfathers study. There she told him everything that had just happened. Pierce told her to wait in the car as he went and packed a bag for her. Once he was done, Pierce took her to a hotel for her to stay at as they figured things out.
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"Ten years later, Darcy is finally home. However, even though you didn't get any evidence, the spirit has become restless and wants her back", Pierce said. "That isn't going to happen", Bucky said as pulled Darcy closer to him. Steve nodded before speaking, "We will try our utmost to help you get rid of this spirit. This Rumlow. That way, Darcy can finally go home." Everyone else except Natasha and Darcy nodded in agreement. All that Natasha did was raise an eyebrow at Darcy because she wasn't sure if her story was true.