Chapter 1
Being kept by Tone Stark was … weird.
He had given her a job with a vague description that included science wrangler, an apartment and brand new Stark Phone. She felt dazed, a feeling not diminished by Tony continuing to give her jazz hands. Darcy was pretty sure that Tony thought he was doing something cool and intelligent, but to the rest of the world it looked like jazz hands.
Sweet Thor this was strange.
She was escorted to her new apartment by Steve, who was still giving her his I-don’t apporove-but-I’m-not-going-to-say-anything-just-give-you-my-very-dissapointed-look look. Darcy felt very unpatriotic. She also felt like poking him to snap him out of it. But given that he was a super soldier with rock hard muscles, she kept her hands to herself. She might break her finger.
The Captain left her standing in front of her very own and very new front door in one of the side wings of the facility.
Darcy sat in her apartment and looked around at the walls. They were white and shiny. And empty. Her belongings were in boxes on the floor. Darcy hadn't unpacked it, she was still trying to decide how she had ended up here. At the new Avengers facility.
Wait.
How was her boxes here already?
She turned to the ceiling to ask the AI, who simply said «Tony», like that explained it all. Well, Darcy suppose it does, in this surreal world of heroes, geniuses and maniacs.
Which brings her back to the question of how the hell did she end up here?
She knows that the octopus nazis was the reason she ended up in the facility in the first place, but from that to standing in an apartment that was supposedly hers now? That was all Tony and all madness.
With a sigh Darcy falls back onto the very huge and soft bed and closes her eyes. Soon she is sleeping and dreaming of disappointed flags and robotic jazz hands, and then suddenly Mean and Boring was there, slapping her and demanding that she talked. She bolts awake, looking around in confusion before her brain finally desides to remember where she is.
Darcy curls in on her self and decides that sleep is overrated. Luckily there’s an AI who is perfectly happy (she thinks) to answer her questions and project a silly movie on the wall.
Maybe living here wont be so bad.