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"I'm surprised you remembered me, Carlisle," Darcy shook her old friend's hand and shared the same gesture with his wife. "What brings you to New York?" She was quite curious, she'd secluded herself with Jane in NM and then in NYC with the Avengers. She spent her time behind the scenes and indoors, or else wearing sweaters and hats to cover her unfortunate sparkling problem. When she was turned, she never expected to sparkle. Burn in the sun, yes. Sparkle? No. However, it was hard to hunt, she was like the Cullens and chose to live off of animals, and had to travel far to find actual animals in the industrial jungle she resided in.
"How could I forget my next door neighbor?" he let out a hearty laugh and explained their situation to her. "We don't ask you to fight, Darlene. We ask you to witness," and he became quiet, waiting for an answer.
"You know I would help you even if you didn't explain. You also know that I'd be more than willing to fight," she flashed them a smile. "I'll be in Forks tomorrow," and she called out to them as they walked away. "I go by Darcy now!"
"You mean to tell me there's a city called Forks?" Tony was talking slowly.
"Goodbye, Tony." As she turned, she caught her friends' curious looks, only Coulson and Bruce knew about her predicament, and it would stay that way.
The girl, Renesmee (quite a mouthful, if you asked Darcy,) was absolutely precious. And the Cullen's house was beautiful. And Darcy could hunt in the woods. She was loving it. It was a bit uncomfortable, however, when Edward asked her to use her ability to test Bella's shielding capability.
"What do you want me to do?" Although she adored Carlisle and Esme, their children were a hot mess. Rosalie was beautiful but bat-shit crazy, Emmett overly aggressive (Darcy liked the skinny types,) Jasper was just a tad creepy, Alice had a hyperactivity issue, and Edward and Bella... Disgustingly in love. Disgustingly. Seriously. Darcy knew she was judging a bit quickly but all of the siblings had some serious character flaws that just grated on her nerves and she used all of her self control to not use her power on them.
"Wait, you have a power?" Bella jumped in the conversation.
"Darcy can project thoughts into a person's head, enough to influence to do things they wouldn't normally do. It doesn't work on you, she tried to make you kick a tree," Edward chuckled but Bella was offended.
"You used your power on me?"
"Obviously not, calm down. Look, I'm here for Carlisle and Esme, I'm not here to train you, use Tanya," she huffed and walked away, but Edward insisted. And she promised Carlisle she'd help. "Try to project your shield." So, as Bella struggled, Darcy made Edward pick up a stick and bop himself on the head with it, and once Bella overcame that, she concentrated harder and made him run headfirst into a tree - knocking it over. It was a long day pf Darcy making Edward embarrass himself. She hated it. As Steve would say: she didn't like bullies. And she was being a bully to Edward.
That evening, one of the nomads sat with her by the stream out in the woods.
"Not a fan of the lovebirds, are you?" Garrett, his name was. She looked at him, and then down to the script running up her palm with the same words.
"Not a fan of forcing people to do things." He nodded.
"I think after this I'd like to relax, this is a lot of hype and I've been living a half-life, it feels like," Darcy thought he was a bit over dramatic, but who was she to judge?
"You could come to New York with me," she shrugged. She didn't expect that to come out of her mouth, but he surprisingly accepted her offer. Once the Battle for Renesmee was over and done with, she took him to the city and thanked God for the cloudy day.
"Tony!"
"Darcy!"
"Can my soulmate chill here?"
"Sure!" With that affirmation, she dragged her enthusiastic mate and tugged him into the elevator and up into her room.
"Nice place," he looked around and sat on the bed. "Cushy."
"I work for the one of the richest and most influential men in America in a house built for superheroes and monsters. I can afford a cushy bed."
"You don't sleep."
"I read a lot," she laid down on the bed next to him and they faced each other. "This happened pretty fast but I don't have any problems, you?"
"Not at all," his eyes turned ravenous and Darcy prepared herself of another sleepless night, but this one wouldn't be so lonely.
"Who lives in the floor above us?" Clint asked Natasha from his side of the bed, pillow covering his ears to the thumping and screaming and growling coming from upstairs.
"Steve."
"He's on a mission."
"Could be Darcy."
"She's like... Three floors up..."
"She met her soulmate."
Clint groaned and plugged in his earbuds and blasted music until he was on the verge of sleep, hoping this wouldn't last forever.
Darcy knew she and Garrett would be together forever, or until someone tried to kill them. But, hopefully forever. Maybe just to annoy Clint. She could call this payback for the time he poured purple paint in the reservoir or however he did it and all she got from the shower and the sinks was purple fucking water. Payback's a bitch, archer boy.