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[iwouldnttrustme]

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thor 2 au aw yeah

[itase]

This is what she got for standing too close to Jane. Okay. So she'd wanted out of the wet. Was that really such a sin? Thor could have, you know, not made it rain when he came to see the boss lady. That could have been a solution. Instead of what actually happened, mainly: him making it all soggy, her following after Jane, then the pair of them getting sucked up to Narnia. Where, it should be noted, Jane got whisked away for her MRI scan while Darcy? Darcy got put here. In the dungeons.

Yay.

To be fair, she could get that parents could only take so many people crashing in the house at once. Really, she could. Any maybe tasing the first guy that pulled a sword hadn't been the best move. But, all logic be damned, this blew. Jane was getting tenderly tucked into bed by her bad ass new muscle god, and Darcy was busy playing 'how many times can the cup bounce off the magic yellow force field before it explodes' game.

So far? The answer was 153. 153 times. She sighed as the cup/goblet thing bounced back to her for number 154, and, finally, at long last, gave in and actually looked at the man in the cell across from her. The 'as seen during the invasion of New York' man. Thor's own baby brother.

"Hey. Hey. Ever heard of 'I Spy'?"

Dark-verse AU thingy

[ihazanest]

Loki had won. New York was his, along with a good portion of the eastern seaboard, a kingdom that was slowly, slowly spreading westward.

Clint's cure at Natasha's hands had been genuine, in that Clint himself hadn't known that he was as good as a mole, it was also the reason that the former-archer was now blind. Someone, it seemed, had taken offense to a certain remark about arrows and eye sockets and maybe sleeping better at night. It was also why Clint rarely slept well.

The only problem with that particular revenge, or perhaps the best part, was that Clint didn't know it was revenge, as far as he knew, this was the way things had always been.

Right at that particular moment, Clint was perched on the edge of his cot, just waiting, he wasn't sure if Loki was awake yet, and he could tell by the temperature that it wasn't yet time for breakfast, as he was fairly certain that the sun wasn't even entirely up yet.

Let's go...fight club! (At least she's not a gremlin? >.>)

[scorned_progeny]

Cacophony, that was the word it for this. Music strained and terrorized until it may as well have been screaming. It spoke of pain, sound that bled into every note echoing from the fight ring.

The wild, high violin was the only sound from the fighters, and when that died away there was a soft, ominous pattering like rain. Then the watching crowd drew a breath, some cheering, some angry at the loss of their betting.

Did it matter?

She dropped her arms, violin hanging by her knees as she headed, mechanically, for the exit. She wasn't sure how long she'd been here, but she wouldn't put it past most of her family to have sent her here as a punishment. The bodies she stepped over hardly mattered, just cooling obstacles to a shower, string polish, and maybe a meal. People should know better than to get into the ring with her by now.

w/e :3

[inventor]

again, w/e

[ftws]