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Morning felt like it came to early. Her mouth felt dry and her eyes hurt. Her limbs felt heavy and for a while she just laid there with her eyes open.
Her thick blue comforter pulled up to her and tucked around her seemed to keep her there.
Darcy stared bleary eyed at her wall, brown hair in her face and everywhere really.
"Miss Darcy, your alarm has went off." JARVIS informed her from speakers in the ceiling.
"I know." Darcy mumbled.
"Miss Darcy, if required your antidepressants are in the top right drawer of your nightstand." Her eyes followed over to the nightstand.
Darcy let her head fall back on her pillow.
"Do I need to inform Jane of your situation?"
Darcy mulled it over.
"No, I'm a big girl." She paused. "I got this JARVIS, thanks."
"It is my pleasure Darcy."
Darcy placed her hand over her soul mark. Her and Natasha had began to talk frequently over the past week. Darcy was still apprehensive, but she was getting there.
She had to constantly remind herself, even though Natasha was violent, it didn't mean she was going to be violent towards her.
Darcy rolled on her back and stared at the ceiling.
"JARVIS, let Jane know she's going to have to fend for herself today."
"Right away Miss Darcy."
With a low groan Darcy picked herself out of the bed and sat on the side of the mattress.
She yanked the drawer open and found the pill bottle.
Darcy rarely ever had spells like this anymore. She thought she was getting better. Every time though, depression seems to rear its ugly head and kick her in the ass.
Pulling a water bottle that also sat in the drawer out she popped two pills in her mouth and quickly chased them with water. Darcy finally convinced herself to get up and she found her phone.
She selected her WTF playlist and the notes of Party in the USA began to blare from her speakers.
She hooked it up to the apartments built in Bluetooth system and music began to pour from the walls. Darcy meandered over to the bathroom, she stripped and stepped into the shower.
After she done and got dressed in gym clothes. Darcy refused to be lazy and sad. She just stayed sad that way.
Had to beat the sad out.
Darcy had only used the buildings gym once. It was pretty awesome. Darcy was at home in gyms, her mother and father before the decided they wanted nothing to do with her, constantly enrolled her into self defense classes and kick boxing ones.
The didn't want to loose her to a violent soulmate. At least while they still gave a shit.
Darcy bristled at the thought of her parents.
She turned off the music in her apartment and grabbed her phone and ear buds.
She found her aggression mix and went to work as she entered the gym.
She set her eyes on a hanging bag, and made it her target.
She pressed her plump lips together and started with the first punch. She winced at the contact of her unwrapped knuckles hitting the bag. Darcy hit again. And again. Again. Again.
Her knuckles were raw by the time we began to work on her legs.
Her bare foot contacted with the bag causing it to slide backwards. Her favorite instructor nicknamed her little mule. Her kicks were no joke, she broke six of this one guys ribs with a firm plant of her foot to his chest.
Darcy was covered in sweat and shaking from exertion when she felt a hand touch her shoulder.
Without much thought she lifted her leg off the ground and whirled around with her foot.
Her foot caught someone in the face. Darcy tensed her shoulders and brought up her fists before she took her ear buds out.
"Shit-" the dark skinned man swore cradling both his jaw and nose.
Darcy took notice and recognised him from a few of her briefing files. She didn't know his name, but she recognized his face.
"Sorry I was just told to come and get you- you're Darcy right?"
Darcy narrowed her eyes. "Yeah what's it to you?" She was on edge, whether she knew about this man our not. He scared her, she didn't like people that scared her.
"Again sorry- you didn't hear me, and I was sent by Dr. Foster since I was on my way down here already."
Darcy relaxed slightly, she offered him a hand up of the ground.
"What's your name?" She asked.
He rubbed his nose, which had began to trickle a little blood. She felt a little bad since he hadn't been a threat.
"Sam. Uh Sam Wilson- I fly around." Darcy arched an eyebrow at him, only until it clicked.
"Oh! You're the other bird guy, Falcon right?"
He shrugged and laughed a little. Easy going guy. Cool.
"Yeah, something like that. Are you an agent?"
"No. I think my official title is Scientist Wrangler."
Now he threw is head back and laughed. "Now I have got to know about that one."