Darcy/Natasha
Everyone gets a mark on their wrist of the date and time they will meet their soulmate when they are born, and today was Darcy's day.
When she got up that morning she took extra care when getting ready for work because in six hours she was going to meet her soulmate. She put on her "I'm sexy and confident" underwear set for that extra boost in confidence and took five minutes more then usual to apply her makeup in order to make sure it was perfect.
So of course things had to go to shit. When she had an hour and a half left on the clock she told Jane she was taking a lunch break and left the tower, twenty minutes after that giant mutant wolves who could breathe fire attack the city. And now she's trapped behind an overturned semi twenty yards from the nearest shelter with a bunch of kids and 30 seconds on her clock.
Something landed on the track, rolled off it and fell down next to her. Darcy sucked in a breath when her mark flared with heat when Natasha Romanoff, the black widow, tucked herself next to Darcy behind the semi and locked eyes with her.
"In 10 seconds Iron man is gonna give you cover fire and you'll run for the shelter. Keep yourself and the kids low understand?"
Darcy nodded.
"Good." Then Natasha "the black fucking widow" Romanoff smiled at her "Oh, and Miss Lewis? After this fight is over, we're gonna have a nice, long, privet talk."
Darcy could only smile and nod.