hold my hand, consign me not to darkness (18/?)
In one life, Darcy Lewis lived out her childhood, attended Culver University and applied for an internship that thrust her headfirst into the unknown world of superheroes and gods and monsters.
In another life, Darcy Lewis was taken from Earth and reshaped into Xania, daughter of Thanos, making her escape back to her home planet over a decade after her abduction. This time, the world of superheroes and gods and monsters was her world, and she attacked it like she always did: head first.
“You’re assigning the Captain to babysit me?” Darcy scowled. “Are you serious?”
“It’s gonna take more than a few pretty words for me to trust you, Lewis,” Fury said, and Rogers didn’t look any happier with the arrangement. “Rogers, on the other hand, will keep you in line.”
“Keep me in line? What am I, a pet ilzngryn?”
“Why don’t we not,” Rogers cut her off, shooting her a wary look. No doubt he was remembering the last time she’d explained a krzyltol, if the nauseous look on his face was any indication.
“They don’t eat brain matter, if it makes you feel any better,” she drawled, and he glared. “… They eat soft eye tissue and —”
“Jesus, that is not —”
“So I see the two of you get along already,” Fury interjected, quirking an eyebrow at Rogers’s flustered expression, and said, “You’re to stay in Rogers’s company at all times, Lewis, unless he leaves you in Romanoff’s care.”
“And Rogers?” He turned to Rogers. “Don’t be afraid to rip her a new one if she deserves it — she can be a little shit when she wants to be.”