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A metal arm wrapped around her waist, and Darcy would’ve thrown her arms around Bucky’s neck and hugged him for dear life if she wasn’t being shielded by a soft green cloth a moment later.
Right, she thought numbly. Not Bucky then.
“Get to safety,” Darcy felt the cold metal of Doom’s faceplate press into her cheek as he spoke over the cacophony of screams and explosions around them. “Quickly!”
Darcy wrenched herself away from his grasp, looking around frantically.
“Jane? Bucky!”
“Darcy!” The scientist ran forward and wrapped her arms around her assistant. “Ohmygod, you’re okay! What’s going on?”
“I don’t know!”
“Coms are down,” Bucky jogged over to them, already clad in his Kevlar suit. “It’s happening all over New York. Where’s Stark?”
“Were you wearing that under your tux?” Darcy asked disbelievingly.
“Now’s not the time, Darce. Bruce?”
In the distance, they heard a loud roar.
“Found Bruce.”
“Shit. You guys need to get out of here.”
“Not without Tony!”
As if on cue, they heard one of the windows in the hall breaking, and Mark 48 flew by in a flurry of red and gold.
“Right, let’s go.”
“Wait!” Doom caught Darcy’s wrist before she could run off with the other two. “I must speak to you!”
Dully, she noted that he had foregone the third-person, if only for a short moment. But then another boom echoed through the building, and Darcy tugged at her hand, frowning at Doom’s hard grip.
“Dude, the world is on fire! I really don’t think now’s the best time!”
Heaving an exasperated sigh, Doom reached up and tugged back his hood, freeing his mask and tossing it aside. “Promise me you’ll stay safe.”
“Darcy!” Jane called insistently.
“What? I—“
Doom tugged at her wrist again. “Promise me!”
“Why? Why am I so important to you?”
He seemed to be taken aback by the question, but then he straightened, staring at her with conviction and something else she couldn’t quite identify. “You’re my soulmate,” he said. “Our destinies are entwined, Darcy Lewis. And maybe one day you'll come to see that as I do.”
“Doom—“
And then he was kissing her.
His neck was craned awkwardly to make up for that fact that she was an elf—even in her six inch Louboutins (thanks Pepper)—compared to him, but his lips were probing, insistent, and Darcy couldn’t help but sigh into his mouth.
“Farewell, Darcy Lewis,” his breath ghosted over her face, eyes half-lidded as he pulled away.
And then—with a swirl of his green cape—he was gone.
Off to fight off their attackers or join them, Darcy wasn’t sure. Hell, this whole thing could’ve been his plan all along.
But Darcy couldn’t help but stand there for a couple of seconds after his departure, staring blankly at where he was standing not moments ago.
“Darcy,” a hand was placed on her shoulder, and when Darcy turned, Jane had a soft smile playing on her lips. “We’ve gotta go.”
“Oh, uh, yeah. I’m coming.”
Seriously, fuck Mamma Mia.