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Sunday Six: Into The Arena
Oct. 6th, 2013 01:01 pmEach Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.
Today we get a chunk from an upcoming Steve/Darcy fic that fills both the ‘ropes/chains’ spot on my kink bingo board and the ‘hurt/comfort’ spot on my trope bingo board. At this point, Darcy has been kidnapped by Loki and brought to an alien world.
They’d put her in the arena four times already, and she’d won every time. Loki had been amused, and then confused, and then annoyed, and then livid. He’d kidnapped her away from her apartment - on her day off, even, as she’d been preparing for another not-a-date with Steve that would be filed as “cultural literacy” - and presented her to these aliens as a human warrior. Her easy defeat would show the aliens how simple conquering the Earth would be, especially with Loki leading them.
Except she hadn’t been defeated. She’d used every advantage she could, and all the training she’d been able to pick up in her six months as SHIELD’s Avengers liaison. Natasha’s brutal-but-effective hand-to-hand lessons and Clint’s demonstration that everything could be a ranged weapon if used properly had kept her alive so far, but she was hitting the point of exhaustion, and was fairly sure at this point that Loki didn’t want to let her live any longer.
