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Political science was awesome in theory, but in practice it involved politicians and the majority of them were assholes. It was problematic. She'd finally decided to pack it in and head North to New York and Jane, who now worked at Stark Industries and was in dire need of a lab manager. She had all these nifty new interns and helpers for the science part of it, but it was the organization and making Jane take breaks part that was confusing everyone.
Simple, right? Sure, unless it happens to be the day Captain America decides to wage war against SHIELD and fuck up everyone elses day in the process. There was no getting out of DC, so instead she glued herself to the coffee shop near the Triskellion and tried to listen for gossip. Thor loved the Red, White, and Blue Dude, no way he was evil; well, actually, Thor loved Loki ... so there was that.
The brunette was hyped up on coffee and stress related adrenaline when the explosions started. Then the helicarriers started to rise. As in more than one. As in all at once. People were fleeing the building, civilians were panicking, people were chasing those trying to flee. Apparently the good Captain was starting a civil war inside of SHIELD. Well, she supposed America kind of had a history with that kind of behavior.
Darcy finished her coffee and decided to do what she did best at that point; she ran toward the danger. Mostly because smoke was starting to billow and there were people like her in that building, support staff who were simply in it for the paycheck. With the chaos going on around her it wasn't a surprise she got in without argument. She ran for the fire, wondering for a moment why alarms weren't going off.
"This way!" She shouted, waving her hands and pointing at the glass doors. She helped a gaggle of support staff (you could tell because none of them had gun callouses on their hands and all of them were beyond freaked out.) Out to the doors, pushing injured people into the hands of the uninjured and pointing to the coffee shop across the way. It was pretty much all she was capable of doing at the moment, so she did it.
Turning to see if there was anyone straggling along behind, a gun was put to her temple. What? How? Her brain tripped on the scattered thoughts and she raised her hands slowly. It was pretty obvious she wasn't an agent. She was wearing black high top converse with a puffy paint Mew-Mew on the side and leggings. Shield agents did not wear leggings. They wore lycra bodysuits.
"Hail Hydra," the man with the gun proclaimed.
"I prefer good old Uncle Sam." Another voice replied. The gun moved away from her head and Darcy dove to the side, rolling across the floor and up to her knees with the practice of one used to diving from scientists who thought they could drive. There was a reason she'd taken over that particular chore.
She blinked, eyes travelling up long legs and a lean body. He was wearing goggles on the top of his head and his smile was sweet and boyish. Her gaze turned to the man on the ground not far from her. Her savior had shot him and she wasn't fast enough to avoid the blood. It was incredibly uncomfortable but, plus side, she was alive.
"If I didn't have another dudes blood all over me I'd throw myself at you." She told him, grabbing his proffered hand so she could climb to her feet. The guys eyes widened and he clutched her hand a little harder, apparently unconcerned by how grimy she now was.
"If we weren't in the middle of an urban war zone I'd let you." He replied, his dark eyes raking over down her oversized sweater and now holey leggings. A glance showed that her knees were bleeding. Well, she was mostly sure that it was her blood. She would be freaking out over the dead guy later. Her eyes went back to the man in front of her, her Soulmate, and pulled the neck of her sweater down so he could see his words circle her neck and trail across her shoulder.
"I run towards danger and adrenaline gives me situationally innapropriate urges." She informed him, wide eyed and obviously starting to go into shock. She'd never had a dead guys blood on her before.
"You're gonna be trouble," he informed her, turning her around and pushing her gently toward the doors.
"Usually," she agreed. "I'm Darcy." She offered, pausing inside the door to look back at him.
"I'm Sam." He put a quick hand behind her neck and pulled her close to press a kiss to her forehead.
"Last name Lewis. Have fun heroing, don't get dead." She pulled him down and kissed him hard on the lips before shoving him away and taking off for the coffee shop. Sam watched for a moment before turning and heading back upstairs to see what other damage might need doing before his new friend Steve was done destroying SHIELD.