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Their first meeting had been inauspicious. He’d taken everything from her including her ipod. Her precious purveyor of peace. The thing that kept her sane when the world got to be a bit too much. When Jane pushed too hard or reality threatened to crack her hard candy shell.
Of course all that had been dwarfed when she had been forced to run for her life. Stepping up and doing her best to save the people of her tiny temporary home town. She watched as Thor selflessly offered himself up to the destroyer in their place.
Hero.
It was a word that was offered to baseball players and musicians so often people sometimes forgot what it really meant. In a world were Hollywood actors made the front page when they died and World War II vets remained hidden in the opinion pages Thor was an oddity.
An oddity that made her want to do more with her life. How was she supposed to go back to regular life when she had seen amazing? The simple answer was she couldn’t.
So when SHIELD offered her the Non Disclosure agreement she put up a stink. Said she couldn’t keep quiet. Wouldn’t keep quiet unless they offered her a job.
She was delusional. She knew Thor was a god and Iron man was a genius. Her skill set didn’t include those attributes but that didn’t mean she couldn’t help out. It would be better to be a cog in the wheels of justice then a star in the disillusioned public.
Somehow they caved instead of simply packing her off to some hidden SHIELD facility to wipe her mind. She wasn’t sure if they could do that but she certainly wouldn’t be surprised. Meeting Agent Coulson and the rest of the SHIELD goons had made her seriously rethink her world view. Some of the more ridiculous conspiracy theories she had heard suddenly didn’t seem so impossible.
That was how she ‘met’ him again. He was her welcome wagon when she arrived at SHIELD for her first day of training. Of course true to his position he handed her off to a junior agent almost immediately but still he had been there to welcome her and return her ipod.
“Don’t I feel special, or do you greet every new recruit?” Darcy felt a bit of her nervousness melt away at his familiar face. If you could call it familiar.
“Only the ones that blackmail their way in.” She couldn’t be sure if he was angry, joking or having the best day of his life. He was probably amazing at poker.
“I would consider it extortion. Blackmail has a much uglier connotation.” She smiled and tried not to wonder if the lip twitch he offered her was a smile or not.
“Agent Sullivan will be your training officer but I’m available if you need anything.” Agent Coulson nodded at Agent Sullivan. “Don’t need anything.”
“Don’t think you are going to get any special treatment because you are friends with Coulson.” Darcy looked at him confused. He didn’t seem friendly. This was only the second conversation they’d ever had.
“I didn’t get here because of who I know. I got here because of what I know. And a little bit of questionable morals.” Agent Sullivan frowned again. So much for a sense of humor. She was on her way to greatness. Or at least greatness adjacent.