Chapter 3
Darcy hated it when she was right.
Being kidnapped by Hydra did suck goat balls. Like Tanngrisnir balls.
Her cell was just at boring and sucky as it looked. Darcy perched on the cot and took stock of her surroundings. It took exactly two seconds. That done, she concentrated on her body. The slaps had hurt like hell, but other than that she felt fine. Would they feed her? Or drug her? They obviously thought that she knew something. If it wasn’t for the whole nazi douchebaggery she might have felt sorry for them.
She hoped they didn’t decide to forego the whole interrogation and just torture her. Darcy could handle a few slaps and pointless questions. But if they brought out the scalpels she would cave in an instant. And that wouldn’t be good. She might not know or understand Jane's work, but she would never these octopus bastards anything if she could help it. Her plan was simply to annoy them into killing her fast. It was a fairly foolish plan, but it was all Darcy had. She wouldn’t tell them anything and no one was coming to save her. She was pretty much dead already, so she would do her utmost to infuriate them into killing her quickly.
Fucking Octopus Nazis.
After two days of interrogation, slaps, threats, grey porridge and the less said about that bucket the better, Darcy decided to talk. She didn’t answer their questions, she was still committed to her plan. Instead she let loose all the chatter that her mind had stored up for the last week. Her plans for decorating the interrogation room was first, and after getting over the initial surprise of her actually talking, MaB had smiled. He obviously thought that he had cracked her somehow, and now it was just a matter of getting her to answer his questions instead of describing the lawn chair she thought would look good in the corner.
Sweet Thor was he in for a surprise.
No matter what he asked Darcy ignored it and continued her mindless chatter. It was like Darcy had been training for this her whole life. This was her thing. Of course she could have done without the slaps and the cell and fucking Hydra, but she was doing the best she could with what life and the Allfather had decided to throw at her.
A week passed and Darcy's mind was running on autopilot. She wondered why they hadn’t killed her. After another pointless interrogation where she had made MaBs eye twitch after a record five minutes, she knew the answer. Either they really really really believed that she knew something, or they were waiting. Waiting for someone to come and rescue her. She wanted to laugh, but she wasn’t sure if the laughter would turn into tears and so she kept her mouth closed.
Did they think that the Avengers would come for her? Was this a trap? Oh man were they in for a disappointment. How long would it take for them to realise that no one was coming? Since they were stupid octopus bastards Darcy figured it would take them about three weeks.