Chapter 2
Three weeks.
Three fucking weeks.
That’s how long it will take for someone to realise that something is wrong.
Her mother would not call again until next month, and Jane… she called a couple of months ago from Spain, raving about a conference and science! and worm holes. Darcy didn’t understand most of the things, but she did get that Jane was super excited and that was enough. Jane was travelling the world and finally getting some recognition for her work. Darcy on the other hand, was stuck in a van with Octopus Nazis.
Her landlord would probably be the first one to notice she was gone when she didn’t pay her rent on time. But that was still two weeks into the future. A very dark and unpleasant future going by her previous knowledge about Hydra.
When the Black Widow dumped everything secret ever held online, Darcy had spent the better part of three months reading about all the crazy things that had been going on around them. Even though she had been part of a big chunk of crazy herself, she was still appalled at all the things she read. Hydra was a different kind of crazy, one that she bet even Loki wouldn’t poke at with a stick.
Once the van stopped she was manhandled into a building and soon thrown into a room and put in a chair. The hood was removed and Darcy blinked at the sudden light. She was in what was clearly an interrogation room, all white walls and no decorating. Not even a cactus to brighten up the place.
She continued to study the walls around her, picturing what she would have done with the place. A few plants, a rug in a bright colour, a few pictures of scary clowns and a chandelier made entirely of nail guns would be a good start.
Darcy didn’t turn to look when the door opened and someone entered. She was trying to calculate how high the ceiling was and if this room would fit her cut-out board of Thor. It was bigger than the man himself and Darcy had gotten hold of it last year. She felt safer knowing he was watching over her, even if it was just cardboard.
The man now sitting in front of her was speaking but Darcy didn’t bother to listen. From the sound of his voice she guessed that they were asking her questions, probably about Jane and Thor. She wanted to laugh. Hydra must be really stupid and out of the loop to think that she would have any updated information. She didn’t know anything of value and no one was coming to save her. She might as well piss them off, it would increase the chance of them killing her faster.
A slap to her face brought Darcy out of her musings. She finally looked at the man questioning her. He looked like a mean and boring man, just the type that seemed to follow Hydra. Great. He was talking again, probably making threats and promising her candy if she answered. Darcy just looked at him, trying to find a way she might make him look less mean and boring. After a while she gave it up, the man was clearly born to follow Octopus Nazis. Not for the first time she wondered why Hydra had an octopus as a logo. She could practically hear Jane rolling her eyes at her and explain that it wasn’t an octopus, it was a skull and tentacles and would you quit calling Hydra the Octopus Nazis and get over here and hold this?
Sweet Thor she missed Jane.
Mean and Boring had cottoned on to the fact that she wasn’t listening and slapped her again. It hurt and made her eyes water, but Darcy refused to make a sound. MaB, as she now calling him in her head, gave her a smile that was probably meant to be sinister but looked more like he was constipated. He skipped the questions and just threatened her, telling her all the ways they were going to get their answers from her. When she didn’t visible react, he made some sign and a couple of Anonymous Thugs came in and picked her up and took her to a cell. The room had a cot and a bucket and nothing else. This was going to suck goat balls.