Darcy/Phil

Darcy had always known her soulmate was going to be older than her. After all, she was born with her soulmark already etched on her skin. But it wasn’t something that really bothered her. When she was a naïve little girl she thought her soulmate was going to be like one of those princes that saved princesses in fairytales, so it was alright. Her soulmate was older and more experienced so he/she would be able to protect her better. As time passed and her parents divorced she decided princesses didn’t need princes to survive and took it upon herself to become a prince of her own. That way she’d probably get the dragon as a soulmate, that, things considered, was admitedly much more cool than getting a measly prince easily roasted by the fire. She could be the prince no problem, she’d be the one to make the dragon more sociable. In return the dragon would let her ride him and they’d soar through the skies. It was as she was reaching adolescence that she really paid attention to what her Mark said. She was happy that her “Did you sing this?” wasn’t a “Hey, you! What the hell are you doing?” or a rude catchphrase, as had happened to a couple of her more unfortunate school mates, but it still was too open to interpretation. Would he meet him at a concert? At a talets agency? Maybe he’d be her music teacher at some point in her life and he would marvel at her amazing prowess?

There was only a problem with whatever she was cooking up on her mind: she wasn’t interested in music whatsoever and she didn’t sing. Well, she sung the “Happy Birthday” very well but apart from that… did that mean he was going to be making fun of her? Oh, no, no way.

And that was how Darcy Lewis decided to swim in deep into the music world and ended up unwittingly enchanted by which she pretended to conquer. Music was just too strong an opponent, she reasoned.

With the passing of the years Darcy learned about all kinds of music, learned the scales, became enamoured by rock, pop and jazz and even the rare classic found itself safely nestled between her lungs in her heart. There was too much to love and that was what Darcy loved most about music. It was like getting lost in onther worlds and not only being able to see it but hear it too, enjoy it as if she was there herself. She tried to join a band in high school but it didn’t work very well. From a technical point, Darcy was able to sing just about anything, music flowed out of her pores, but she wasn’t constant. In complement to what she listened to, her own style of music was a mixture of everything she learned. She could just as soon be singing rock than the next second she’d changed flawlessly into a small melody. It was incomparable, yes, but it wasn’t something that would complement well a certain style, whichever it were.

And so, Darcy left behind the idea of meeting her soulmate in a talents agency and continued on her own path to discover what she really wanted to do. Because it wasn’t as if she had an idea about that either. As her father often said, she flowed with the wind wherever it went and it was only on occasion that she knew where she was headed.

In the end controversy called her and she decided to study Law. It didn’t suit her that much, but she felt she’ll make a difference in the world and, maybe, when she tired of it, she could conquer the Earth.


o o o

Jane Foster was like that cat she always wanted to own, but was forbidden for the mental scarring the poor animal could suffer in the process. She was as cute as one, as proud, as sure of what she wanted, as intelligent and just as chaotic and moody as a cat would be. Where a cat would find every space it could crawl, would sharpen its claws in the sofas and would eat if and only if it wanted; Jane would create tunnels with her papers that she’d later walk on looking for specific data, would wear and simultaneously cut horrifying clothes in the name of science and would try to bite her if she tried to feed her. It really was like having a pet, a misvehaving but deceptively adorable pet.

Or like taking care of a cactus.

But in the end taking care of Jane was strangely rewarding, so she decided against complaining. Besides, it left her with an incredible amount of free time to listen to her iPod and compose new lyrics for old songs. Lately she’d been taken with a violinist the name of Lindsay Stirling and the thought of maybe putting words to all those enchanting notes tickled something inside of her into a warm and fuzzy buzz. And that was what she was doing in the front of Jane’s wagon when the strangely-and-dangerously-coloured cloud started to shine and the two of them plus Eric started a race against strange weather phenomena to get to a drunken hazard of a man. A man she tased, of course, because who could asure her that he wasn’t a druggie, huh?

The said man ended up being a very musculed man, and very atractive at that, so she didn’t have any problem with him walking around in jeans. But Jane had and sadly those biceps ended up covered.

“So, say Thor, have you already found your soulmate?”, asked Darcy curiously. It wasn’t that she wanted him, oh, no, but Jane was very taken with him and maybe they could have a tumultuous summer romance romance. One rhing that she didn’t envy at all about Jane is that her now friend/private-genius/cactus didn’t have a Mark. It was extremely rare but it happenes sometimes when your soulmate died before you were born or when they hadn’t been born yet. Jane said it wasn’t important, that she didn’t care, but Darcy knew otherwise.

“My soulmate? Oh, you mean my Mate!”, he said brilliantly. What was he, an animal? “No, I haven’t yet, but I know they’re out there and when I do, I’ll know”.

How cute, he was like the little puppies in the Scottex advertisements.

“Well, of course, you’ll know, what with the Mark and all. If it’s not being too nosy, what does yours say?”, asked Darcy.

Big guy seemed confused though.

“Marks?”

“Yeah, big guy, Marks. Your Mark, your Soulmark, what does it say?”, then she moved the hem of her shirt down to show her collarbones decorated with a fine line of writing. “Mine says “Did you sing this?“, which is a bit strange for the first words you speak to anyone but well, I’m strange myself so I can’t complain.”

“I… don’t have that”, he said looking curiously at her Mark. Strange, he didn’t seem to have seen one before. “We do things differently in Asgard”, but of course. “In Asgard you don’t know your Mate until you feel it, you have to talk to that person and get to know them to find out if they are your Mate.”

The only thing Darcy understood is that Thor didn’t have a Mark. Like Jane. Chance!

“Well, Jane doesn’t have a Mark either, you know?”, she said and watched as Thor perked up and a gleam of hope appeared. Perfect. “Maybe she’s your soulmate but even if she isn’t she is a reraaaaally good girl. Woman. But I warn you, hurt a hair on her head and I’ll tase you to kingdom come and back. And then I’ll tase you again and roast you by the fire. Not that I know how to roast anything but you get my drift”, she narrowed her eyes threateningly.

Thor got serious instantly.

“Of course, Lady Darcy. I would never hurt the Lady Jane, you have my word, and were I to do so, you have my permissn to seek retribution on her behalf”.

Riiiight.

“Glad you understand, big guy. Now let us procure ourselves a plate of scrambled eggs, I’m starving”, she remarked.

Later she realized that maybe, just maybe, Thor was rubbing off on her in his way of speaking and making her unearth all that odious terminology she had managed to forget after passing every single subject. Damn.

After getting a good coffee at the local bar and seeing big guy smash a mug of it on the ground like some neanderthal Darcy considered her quota of the day for strange things met. She realized she was wrong when they got back to the building they were working on and found a bunch of strange auits taking their things away. She let Jane have it out with them while she went inside to see what was left. The answer was almost nothing. They’d taken everything they saw and only left behing articles of clothing and little else. She stood there thinking about their belongings when suddenly she remembered she’d left behind (for once in her lifetime) her iPod because it was getting low on batteries.

Oh, not her iPod.

She run outside but by the time she reached the others the suits had already left in their vans.

“Damnit, you big bullies! Give back my iPod!”, she shouted after them, getting no answer.

“Darcy?”, Jane asked from behind, obviously still upset.

“They took my iPod, Jane, my iPod! I’d just finished recording that version of Beyond the Veil I told you about!”, her eyes widened. “Oh, no, what if they erase everything in it just because it could contain dangerous files?! Jaaaaane!”

“Shh, it’s alright, don’t worry, we’ll get everything back. I’m sure. After all, half of the data they took they won’t understand so they’ll come back crawling to us”, Jane said trying to console her. She gave her a few awkward pats in the back. “And what would they want with your iPod exactly? The most damage they would do would be to copy your songs”.

Darcy opened her eyes wider.

“That’s BAD!”

“Maybe they’ll give you feedback?”, Jane winced.

Darcy pouted but knew she couldn’t do anything so she set her shoulders back and decided that the next time she saw that suit that was talking before with Jane she’d shout in his face until her iPod was back in her hands. Yes, that was a good plan. And if it didn’t work at least it would give her the satisfaction of seeing his suffering face until she run ot of air. Which was very difficult to do.

o o o

After everything happened she had succesfully attained a dog for the first time in her life then gave it away, she’d fought (unfruitfully) with a very angry creepy robot, watched a real god gain back his super powers from Hell after dying by the hand (or head) of said robot and seen said robot be defeated by said god. It had resulted in an eventful day to say the least. Then she saw him.

The iPod stealer.

The iPod stealer suit.

Oh, he was going to get it.

“You! IPod stealer!”, she shouted from ten meters away to a shocked agent who’d just been left with his mouth open by Jane and Thor flying away. He looked shocked by her appearance. “Yes, I’m talking to you! Do you know how many hours went into compiling all those playlist and recording version after version of song after song?! Thousands! Yes, I’ve made the math, I’m a scientists babysitter, I know math. That said, you had no right to take that baby from me, it had nothing to do with Jane’s investigation so it was out of you jurisdiction”, when she saw the other opening his mouth she shot him down immediately. He was going to suffer. “And yes I know what I’m talking about, I may not have finished my degree but that’s only because I’m missing a few credits, which I’m working on now, so you have no leg to stand on to affirm that I don’t know what I’m talking about-“

A hand was suddenly tapped onto her mouth and she grew red. How dare he! And yet, when she went to take it off, she couldn’t even move it a milimeter away. Meanwhile, the other had taken something out of his pocket and was pushing some buttons. Was that…? It was her iPod! The little machine was put before her eyes as the hand returned to his owner and Darcy raised an eyebrow. The song shown was her new version of Beyond the Veil, something she’d been working on on and off for two weeks.

“Did you sing this?”

Darcy froze. Was it possible that this guy was her soulmate? The other, seeing her face, straightened his posture.

“I’m sorry our introduction happened this way, I really didn’t have this in mind when I thought about how I would meet my soulmate. I knew I was going to steal your iPod”, he chuckled, “but not under what circumstances. I confess your turned me into a bit of a thief, every iPod I saw I took just in case the owner was you. And, well, I suppose I should introduce myself. I’m Philip Coulson”, the last bit was delivered with a raised hand for her to clasp.

She stared. She’d always known she was going to get a soulmate older than her but she never thought she’d get someone so… distinguished. He was a suit alright, that poker face was a sure sign. Her mother would be laughing her face off all the way to Colorado the moment she told her. But he really looked good, he’d probably be… what? Fourty five? Fifty? He looked so unassuming and yet, Darcy knew very well that the most unassuming were often the good ones. Uh oh, she must be taking to long to answer because he was lowering his hand.

“I know I’m not the most impressive and I would understand it perfectly if you think we should keep our relationship platonic but I’d like you to tell me now before-“

“What are you talking about?”, she cut him immediately and in a second crossed over and swung her arm into his. “You’re not the most impressive, yes, but you’ll do for a dragon.”

“A dragon?”, Coulson raised an eyebrow at the words and the gesture.

“Yup! Always wanted to have a dragon since I was little and decided there was no princess in my very own fairy tale. I was the prince so my soulmate could only be the dragon.”

“Didn’t like the witch?”, he asked amused.

“Didn’t like the witch. So, are you my dragon?”, she asked getting on her tiptoes.

“I think I could find myself a couple of horns somewhere”, he answered as he leaned in.

Later, when the agents had already left and she was organizing the equipment with Jane, she asked her about Agent Coulson and what she thought of him.

“Well, he’s my soulmate, can’t exactly hate him, you know?”

“But doesn’t he seem too… serious?”, Jane asked a bit unsure.

“Nah, he smiles plenty to me. Besides, he said he’ll take me to meet Audrey Nathan next week, how cool is that!”

“Who?”

“Really, Jane, she’s a cellist. An amazing cellist. And he’s been friends with her for years, almost family”, Darcy smiled wide. “Can’t wait to meet her.”

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