Deviant Login Shop  Join deviantART for FREE Take the Tour

:iconlj-todd: More from LJ-Todd

More from deviantART


Submitted on
January 16, 2012
File Size
8.3 KB


63 (who?)

Disclaimer: All rights belong to Marvel. I own nothing and no profit is being made.


Darcy yawned as she reached the halfway marker between home and the SHIELD base she had just left. Sometimes she didn't understand why she and Jane couldn't just fax their findings in. It would have been so much easier. But no, Coulson insisted that one of them deliver the papers in person. Just so we're certain had been Coulson's line of logic when, just an hour ago, she'd complained about having to drive all the way out there just to spend five minutes handing him the papers.

There were days when she really, really wanted to strangle that man.

She yawned again and had just started to reach for the radio, thinking some loud music might help her drousiness, when she noticed the clouds. They were shifting and glowing. Like when Thor had accessed the Bifrost. Her first thought was that he was final coming back. Stepping on the gas, she left the road, if it could even have been called that, and followed the clouds ever thankful for four-wheel-drive.

She briefly wondered why he wasn't being transported to the other spot. The one he and the others had left from but shook the thought off. That wasn't important. What was important was that Thor was back.

She kept watching the clouds and had just started to think maybe she was wrong when all hell broke loose. It was like a tornado of light and clouds and dust had just touched down. She screamed, jerked the wheel and steered blindly, hoping she'd make it out of this alive. It reminded her of when Thor had touched down that first time only this was much more violent. It had just started to clear when a figure appeared out of no where. She screamed and jumped the break, the truck swerved wildly before coming to a stop just short of the figure.

Darcy sat there, stunned, and tried to work out what had just happened.

The figure didn't move. Just stood there for a moment as though in a daze and then dropped. Darcy, squeaking in surprise and fear, hurried to get out of the truck. She rushed around to the front, completely uncertain what she was going to find, and all the while she kept muttering "Don't be dead, don't be dead."

As she knelt next to the figure she was a bit surprised to find a man lying crumpled in the dirt. Reaching out she carefully rolled the man over. She let out a soft sound when she realized he was breathing, softly but still breathing. "Okay, okay," she whispered, taking in his odd clothing. Clothing that instantly reminded her of Thor only this man's was much darker. "What do I do now?"

Her brain felt muddled and it took a minute to remember her cell phone. She could just call someone. Yes that's what she'd do. She'd call Coulson. Surely to God if anyone knew what to do it would be that uptight agent. She hurriedly checked her pockets only to remember her phone was sitting in the cup holder in the truck. She'd used it after leaving SHIELD to call Jane. Cursing faintly she started to stand only to let out a frightened squeak when a hand snared her wrist, holding her in place.

Looking down at the man she was stunned by his eyes. A shade of green she couldn't put a name they were fixed, all be it dazedly, on her face. They studied her closely. And for a brief moment Darcy felt like a bug under a microscope. Mentally shaking herself she told herself that this man needed her help. Not her fear. Drawing a deep breath she reached with her free hand and covered the hand wrapped tightly around her wrist.

"It's okay," she said softly, praying her voice sounded more confident than she felt. "I'm just going to call for some help, okay?"

"No…" The man's voice cracked, and for a moment she was certain she saw fear flash through his acidic eyes. "No one…can…know…"

Darcy frowned a bit and tried to think up a logical argue against not telling someone who could actually handle this situation but the longer she knelt there, staring into his eyes, the harder it became. "Okay," she said, giving in to the man request even though she knew she really should call for help. "Okay, I won't call anyone. But…But I can't just leave you here."

She looked towards the truck and back at the man. "Can you stand? Is…Is anything broken or too sore to move?"

The man twitched a bit and Darcy guessed he must have been testing his injuries. "I can…move…yes…"

"Alright, we'll…we'll do this slowly. Just in case."

The man merely nodded and released his grasp of Darcy's wrists. Moving slowly, just in case he had any serious injuries, she helped him to sit and then stand. He swayed on his feet and Darcy began to serious doubt she could help him walk. She barely stood five-foot-four. This guy was at least six-feet. If he went down he was taking her with him.

Helping the man walk turned out to be helping him shuffle as his legs didn't seem to want to cooperate with what he wanted to do. By the time she got him into the back of the truck she was amazed he hadn't fallen down. The second his back hit the bench seat he was out. Eyes shut and breathing evenly and deep. She stared at him for a minute before quickly climbing into the driver's seat and heading for home.

The drive was quiet except for his breathing and more than once she found herself reaching for her cell phone, thinking she'd call Coulson and get him to meet her somewhere to take the guy, but just as her fingertips brushed against the phone she yanked her hand away, remembering the man telling her no one could know. What exactly had he meant by that? No one could know he was here? No one could know what had happened in the desert?

Drawing a deep breath as she pulled up outside of the research center she noticed that Jane's Jeep was gone. Meaning her friend had problem headed out into the desert with Eric to check some blip on the weather radar. Which also meant she'd have to get the unconscious man in the back of the truck inside and up a set of stairs by herself.

"Great," she muttered, parking the truck and unbuckling her seatbelt. "Just great."

It took nearly an hour to get him inside and upstairs. He'd stumbled on the stairs, resulting in Darcy scraping her knee, but other than that it had gone quite smoothly.

Darcy was now standing next to her bed, staring down at the unconscious stranger, trying to figure out what the hell she was going to do. Logic dictated that she should call Coulson. Let him sort this out. But she just couldn't. She sighed, pushing a hand through her hair and decided that she should try and get the man into something a bit more comfortable than the leather outfit he was currently wearing. Searching the apartment level of the lab turned up a pair of black pyjama pants and a dark green t-shirt. She wasn't certain where they had come from but they would have to do. At least until the man was up and about.

It took her a while to get the man changed, being unaccustomed to changing the clothes of an unconscious person and all, and she knew her face was beat red by the end of it. As she folded the leather garments she looked back at the man. She frowned when she spotted her old sock monkey next to the man's head. It seemed to be staring at her with accusing eyes. Like she brought home strange men every time she went out to the SHIELD base.

Sighing faintly she walked over and snatched the childhood toy up, looking it dead in the eye as though it were a person. "You listen here, Mr Nanners," she whispered as she headed for the door. "This is not going to become a habit. No sir it is not. I usually taser strange men, remember? Not bring them home and let them sleep in my bed while I have to sleep on the lumpy couch in the living room. So just you remember Mr Nanners, this is a special case."

Darcy paused as she started to shut the door, looking back at the man. "Who are you," she whispered, staring at that pale face and dark hair. Shaking her head she shut the door hoping tomorrow would have some answers.
The first chapter of my story Changing of the Seasons.

Chapter Two:winchester-girl-sixx.deviantar…

So :iconpinkorpse: has a lovely piece of art inspired by this story (I've never had anyone inspired by my work before and am really excited and happy about this lovely piece of work):
I could give you the stars. by Pinkorpse

Story Art By Me:
Early Morning Work by LJ-Todd When SHIELD Calls by LJ-Todd Up To No Good by LJ-Todd
Add a Comment:
FIREELFMAIDEN Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2014
very well done:D (Big Grin) 
DarkShadowSilver Featured By Owner May 13, 2012
Pinkorpse Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2012  Student General Artist
Hey there! I made a Loki/Darcy wallpaper, which was inspired by your incredible :heart: fanfic! Here it is:[link] Still can't wait for chapter 5...:D
captainkittycat Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2012
Finally I find someone who does this pairing!! Adorable right? great job!
LJ-Todd Featured By Owner Mar 17, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I'm glad you liked it :D
captainkittycat Featured By Owner Mar 19, 2012
I'm glad you're glad I liked it!
LJ-Todd Featured By Owner Mar 19, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Mizu-Ookami-chan Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2012
This is fantastic! But I do have two questions. First being if Darcy actually hit Lok- cough- I mean the strange man with her truck or not. And the second being why she didn't call out his photoshopped body or asked if he needed CPR or something. It just seems like something she'd say if I remember the Thor movie correctly.

Other than that, it's absolutely fantastic!
LJ-Todd Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
lol, I actually never considered those things before. Glad you liked it.
Mizu-Ookami-chan Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2012
Just some helpful advice to concider for next time. ^^
Add a Comment: