I've posted this on Ao3 but I figured I'd post it here as well =P Just a warning, there's some violence/abuse in this story. It's nothing too extreme, though I feel it could be a little intense.

"Miss Lewis?"

Darcy groaned, rolling over in her bed while throwing the pillow over her head. It was Saturday morning and after being Tony's slave for the past week, all she wanted to do was sleep in.

She was Jane's assistant officially but since Jane was overseas with Erik working on their science things, she was left at Stark tower with the Avengers. She was originally planning on having a vacation while Jane and Erik were away but when Pepper came to her and asked her to help out Tony when he needed it, she couldn't very well turn them down. They were letting her live in the Stark tower for free and who could say no to Pepper? There was also the fact that Pepper was in back-to-back meetings between New York and California all weekend.

It actually wasn't the worst thing she's ever had to do, besides the fact that she had to put up with Tony's holier than thou attitude. She mostly assisted him and Bruce in the lab, or helped Tony with his suits with what little help she could provide what with her being a political science major and all. What did she know about building Iron Man suits of all things?

It was when he ordered her to bring him food and do other menial tasks that he was capable of doing himself that she wanted to strangle him. How did Pepper deal with this all the time? Though the fact that Pepper loved him could have something to do with it. Also, the fact that Darcy was promised a good amount of pay for her efforts was promising.

So when Friday ended, she had her heart set on going to bed and sleeping in until at least noon. Laziness be damned. And now the fact the JARVIS was interrupting her sound sleep made her curse Tony because there's no one else that would dare bother her on what was supposed to be her day off.

"Miss Lewis, Mr. Stark requests your presence in his lab." JARVIS' computerized voice filled the room once more. Her pillow barricade doing nothing to block out the sound. With an over dramatized sigh, she threw the pillow to the side of the bed and stared at the ceiling.

"Of course he does. Such an asshole." She rolled her eyes, "Is my presence requested right this second?" She asked.

"It is to be assumed, Miss Lewis. He has inquired several times of your whereabouts."

"Yeah, well tell him he's going to have to wait until after my shower." She replied as she got out of her bed padding towards the adjoining bathroom.

"Will do, Miss Lewis."

She didn't intend to sound so whiny, not that the AI was really capable of judgment, but she was not a morning person. Especially after she spent most the night acquainting Thor to the wonders of 90's gaming systems and racing kart games. When he compared Rainbow Road to the bridge in Asgard, she was immediately interested and mentally cursed Jane for being able to see it for herself, despite the circumstances of course.

Thirty-five minutes later she was dressed in a pair of jeans, flat-heeled black boots, and her favorite navy blue sweater. After putting on the last few touches of her makeup for the day, she left her suite. She would have been quicker, but she decided to spite Tony for waking her up so early. Plus, if he wanted her so badly he could have gotten her himself.

"What do you want, Stark?" She said as she made her way into his lab.

"Ouch, Lewis. Is that any way to speak to your boss?" Tony put his hand over his heart in mock pain.

"You're not my boss. Pepper is my boss. I'm just playing assistant to you for the time being. Now what can I do for you, your majesty…and, what are you doing?" Tony was sitting at one of his tables, metal and wires strewn about and his fingers were covered in what looked to be gold paint.

"Oh, this?" He held up his hands, "Well I was trying to make my suit look nice and shiny again, but Dum-E decided to malfunction and now I have to do it manually. Shame."

"Is that why you woke me up at 7am on a Saturday morning?" She quirked an eyebrow making her way over to the table to examine Tony's 'handy work'.

"No. Wait, are you volunteering?" She shook her head, holding her hands up, "Fine, be that way. I need my car picked up from my mechanic. Usually he'd have it brought over considering all the money I pay the man, but he's unable to do so for some ungodly reason." Darcy's eyes lit up.

"You're going to let me drive your car?" She asked excitedly. Tony wiped his hands off on a rag and stood up, pointing a finger at her.

"Not if you get all creepy about it, Lewis. That car is my baby, well, besides my suits…and Pepper, obviously besides Pepper."

"Right. Yeah, of course. I'm totally cool." She tried to play it off casually, but she couldn't keep the grin off her face. Tony rolled his eyes at her.

After writing down the address and telling her what time it needed to be picked up, Tony gave her what he hoped to be an intimidating lecture on making sure not one scratch got on his car. Judging by the child-like glee she had on her face, he just hoped she heard at least half of what he was saying.

Darcy assured him it would be in good hands and that he could trust her. She also apologized for cursing him off earlier to which he tried to guilt her with a hurt and offended glare. It was too bad, however, that besides Pepper, she was able to see right through him as she brushed it off. It helped that she was basically on his level of sass.

After leaving Tony's lab, she practically skipped towards the kitchen area to get her morning coffee when she rounded the doorway and ran right into Steve Rogers. She lost her balance as a huff of air escaped her lungs.

"Woah there, sorry Steve!" She said as he grabbed her arms to keep her from falling backwards. Steve gave her a confused glance, releasing her arms and taking a small step backwards.

"Who are you? The Darcy I know is never this enthusiastic before she's had her coffee." He teased as Darcy laughed and playfully hit his arm as she passed him and headed into the kitchen.

"Well I wasn't, but then Tony told me he needed me to go pick up his car, which means that I get to drive said car." She clapped her hands together excitedly as Steve smirked at her joyfulness.

"Lady Darcy, Please be mindful on the streets. I have seen many accidents in my time here in this city. I would not like for you to be in one of them." Thor offered concerned as he walked over from the adjoining living room. Darcy held up a hand as she went to pour herself her coffee.

"Trust me, Thor. There is no way I'd put a car as nice as Tony's in any kind of harm."

"And yourself." Steve added.

"And myself, what?" Darcy questioned.

"You said you wouldn't put Tony's car in harms way. I hope that applies to your well-being as well?" He pressed.

"Oh, yeah" She waved her free hand as she took a sip of her heated caffeine, "Of course, but that car… come on, Rogers." She joked. He shook his head, smiling at her quirky demeanor over a car. Though he had to admit, it was a nice car.

"Steve, my friend. Would you like to go down to the room of training and, what do you call it? 'Spar' with me?" Thor said as he walked up to Steve and clapped him on the back. Darcy choked back a laugh at the look of surprise on Steve's face clearly not have expecting Thor's booming voice to be so close. "Yeah, sure thing Thor."

Darcy watched as the two left the room, the smile on her face uncontrollable at the thought of those two very well-built men doing any kind of workouts. She almost felt bad because Thor belonged to Jane, of course, but who wouldn't mind seeing the man working out. And then there was Steve. Steve Rogers was certainly a sight for sore eyes. She could look at him all day. His amazing blue eyes and the smile that could melt her into a puddle certainly didn't help either.

After finishing her coffee and a last minute bowl of cereal, she headed towards her suite to grab her bag and shoved her taser in her boot. New York City was a definite change from New Mexico and she always liked to be prepared incase she got mugged- even if someone managed to grab her purse, she'd have her taser on hand… or leg. She was just headed out of the elevator- reserved for the Avengers, herself, Jane, and of course Pepper obviously- when she almost ran into Clint. Two Avengers she'd have taken out in less than an hour.

"Darcy." Clint said in greeting, "What are you doing awake so early?" Darcy scoffed.

"What's with you people thinking it's such a shock that I'm awake right now?" Clint raised an eyebrow. "Okay, fine. I'm only awake because Tony sucks. Well, he did suck for waking me up so early but then he said he wanted me to go pick up his car, so he doesn't suck as much anymore. Which speaking of, I have to get going." She made to walk around him when he stopped her.

"Woah back up there, Lewis. Stark is letting you pick up and drive his car?" He asked in disbelief.

"Right? That's what I was thinking! But who's complaining. Now if you'll excuse me-"

"Not so fast, Lewis. I'm coming with you. Just don't tell, Stark." Clint said as he followed her as she made her way out of the building.

"What's in it for me?" She asked.

"I won't put an arrow in you." Darcy gaped, a horrified look immediately replacing her teasing manner. "I'm joking, relax. As if I'd ever shoot you. Stark, maybe." He paused, "Stark, most definitely." He corrected. Darcy laughed as she pushed through the glass double-doors.

"Alright, alright, but I'm driving and nothing you do or say is going to change that or I'll taser you so bad you'll be drooling on yourself for days."

"Yes, ma'am" He mock saluted. Darcy liked Clint Barton, though she didn't see much of him. He was usually off doing assassin-things or with Natasha. In the beginning she didn't interact with him much since he seemed to either be pissed off or brooding. Eventually he started either teasing her or making sarcastic remarks to her whenever she spoke. She wasn't a stranger to sarcasm, but she initially thought he was just being an ass. That is, until one time he said something on his way out and Darcy was about to go after him and tase him until Nat told her that's just how he is with friends. She'd be lying if she said wasn't completely flattered, but she made sure not to let him know that.

"Where is this place anyway?" Clint asked after about five minutes of walking. Darcy pulled out the folded up paper with the address on it from her pocket.

"Tony's Auto Shop" Darcy cringed. "Of course he'd have a mechanic with the same name as him. How pretentious." She rolled her eyes. "It's just a few blocks away."

"That's Stark for you." Clint replied as they rounded the corner onto a side street. "So how's it been being at his beck and call all week?"

"It's not as bad as I thought it'd be, actually. He's more aware of his surroundings when working than Jane is, so that's a plus. Though I don't know how Pepper puts up with him all the time."

"Well that's because-"

"Stop!" She interrupted him. "Don't you dare finish that sentence. I don't want to hear about their sex." Clint laughed held his hands up in surrender.

"Oh come on, you know…" Clint trailed off when the sound of tires squealing echoed around the small street. Without thought, he grabbed Darcy's arm and pulled her to his other side away from the street as they continued to walk. She didn't question it but she could tell he was on alert. She figured it was nothing to worry about and that he was just used to being prepared for worst case scenarios.

She was about to voice her thoughts when a black van stopped short beside them. The back door slid open with a bang.

"Run!" Clint yelled to Darcy, his eyes not leaving the three men that jumped from the vehicle. Darcy, however, was frozen in her spot. Sure, she had been taught what to do in situations like this when she joined in on the Avengers even just as an assistant, but being in the situation for real made her lose all knowledge of that.

She watched as Clint tried to fight off the small group of masked men, completely unaware of a fourth exiting the vehicle advancing towards Darcy. She herself hadn't noticed until it was too late. Before she knew it, before she had a chance to run or fight back, the man had her in a vice grip as he dragged her towards the van. She screamed and tried to kick at the man as her arms were being held down by his.

"Clint! Clint, help!" She yelled as her feet dragged against the ground. Clint's eyes widened as he saw her being thrown into the vehicle. She held onto the opening of the door as she was being held back. A hand went over her mouth to muffle her cries for help. Two of the three men immediately retreated once Darcy was obtained. Just as Clint was about to knock the last one out, he took out a syringe and plunged it into Clint's neck. With one last burst of effort, he snapped the mans arm breaking the bone with a sickening crack. He hit the ground leaning against a parked car as the man's pained cry filled the air.

"Come on, we've got to go! Leave him here." He heard one of them yell as they pulled the guy into the van. The last thing he heard before the door slammed shut was Darcy's panicked cry of his name before the smell of rubber filled the air and the van was gone.

Whatever they injected him with had gone into effect almost immediately. Had he not been trained for things like this, he would have been out as soon as he was injected. Fortunately he had become immune to sedatives. Unfortunately, however, this didn't seem to be a typical sedative.

As he fought to stay conscious from his position slumped against the parked car, he put all his energy into pulling out his cell phone and pressing the speed dial for Nat. He hadn't been able to hold the phone up to his ear for long before his arm gave up and slumped in his lap. Thankfully he was able to hear as Nat picked up the phone.

"Yes, Barton?" Her faint voice came through the small device. He tried to respond, but his mouth felt like it was filled with cotton, his breaths barely audible to himself. "Clint. Answer me." Nat continued worriedly at his lack of response.

He tapped out the Morse code for S-O-S through the buttons, listening to the beeps in a staccato rhythm. He was almost at the last beep when the phone slipped from his hands. The silence came first, a low hum in his ears, and then there was nothing but darkness.

He came to, to an incessant tapping noise against metal. Slowly opening his eyes, Clint tried adjusting to the blurriness until he could make out Tony tapping a pen against the metal table to his left as he leaned back in a chair, his feet propped up on the bed Clint was laying in. He looked up at the ceiling and groaned as the lights assaulted his eyes.

"Clint?" He heard Nat from his side. He was about to turn his head to her when Tony's face filled his vision.

"Rise and shine, Legolas." He strained to remember what happened through the immense headache he was feeling. He looked around the room, surprised to see that Thor, Bruce, and Steve were there as well. He was about to question it when he noticed the lack of another member of the household. With a start, he flung him self into an upright position and off of the bed he was lying on.

"Clint, you must lie down." Thor said from behind him. He ignored him and he started towards the door only for his arm to be pulled backwards. Looking down, he ripped the IV from his arm and continued forward. They had Darcy and he needed to go get her back. They needed to get her back.

He hadn't made it two feet before Steve's hands were on his shoulders pushing him back and onto the bed. He tried to push against Steve but he found himself still sluggish from whatever he had been injected with.

"Clint, man, calm down." Steve said as he tried to stand up again.

"No!" He shouted, his voice hoarse. "They took her! We have to go." He stood from the bed only because everyone else was momentarily stunned at his words.

"Took who? What are you talking about?" Nat asked as she stood at his side. He looked at them like they were crazy.

"Darcy! They took Darcy." Clint explained exasperatedly. The only sound in the room was Clint's breathing, everyone else at a loss for words until Steve spoke up breaking the silence.

"Barton, What do you mean 'they took Darcy'? Who took Darcy?" Steve asked deadly calm though fear coursed through him at the thought of Darcy being taken.

"I think you better explain what's going on, Barton." Tony said. "And quickly." He added. Clint glanced around at everyone and seeing that he wasn't getting out of this room until he explained he clenched his fists. Though he knew it made more sense for everyone to know, but the drug in his system wasn't letting him think clearly.

"I went with Darcy to pick up Stark's car. We were talking and then a van came flying around the corner. It stopped and three guys got out. I tried to fight them off. Told her to run. But then a fourth guy came and dragged her into the van." He stopped glancing at Steve before looking away, "I tried. God, I tried, I swear but they had the upper hand and then they injected me with something. I got in a few punches and broke one of the guys' arms but it was too late. They took Darcy and then they were gone."

"Are you not a trained assassin?!" Thor bellowed as he stalked towards Clint, but Bruce stepped in his way trying to keep him back.

"Thor." Nat said warningly.

"No! You have not described anything that makes these men out differently than any other man on the street. Yet, you, a trained assassin, one of the best at his trade, has managed to let Darcy get taken! She is in danger!" Thor yelled as Steve stepped in to intercept his path towards Clint.

"Thor, Stop!" Steve yelled.

"You think I wanted her to get taken?!" Clint stood up ready to go up against Thor if he needed to.

"Shut up! All of you!" Nat yelled. "We need to figure out who has her and where they've taken her so you all need to calm the hell down!" Thor and Clint receded from their glaring match induced from anger and guilt and once it was clear they were calm, Steve backed away from the two running a hand through his hair. His panic increasing. He knew Darcy could defend herself, but he didn't know how well. The fact that they had no idea who had taken her or why did nothing to quell his worry.

"Who the hell would take Lewis?" Tony spoke up through the silence.

"We're going to find out. And we're not stopping until we do." Steve ordered, though no one would have argued, and with that he walked out of the room intent on hunting down whoever had Darcy Lewis.