Own Nothing

Chapter One

She saw him coming a mile away and he doesn't know how. "You better tell me the truth before I Taser your nuts." She called out, her back turned to him.

"My name is Grant Ward, and I work with S.H.I.E.L.D." He moved to sit across from her and showed her his badge.

She snorted and looked back down at her homework. "I don't trust agents." She wrote in her notebook. "And that's not all that you work for."

He froze as he stared at her, he reacted fast, relaxing his body. "I don't know what you mean Miss Lewis."

She set her pencil down and looked him up and down and smiled as she relaxed back in her chair. "I will keep your secrets Agent Grant Ward for S.H.I.E.L.D and HYDRA if you keep mine." She smirked at his shocked face. "Those words I didn't say out loud by the way." She winked at him.

His lips parted slightly as he stared at her. "You want to be kept off the index and you stay quite."

She narrowed her eyes at him as she stared into his eyes and frowned as if she was searching for something. "I know you're not worth it, in the end." She took a deep breath. "But I want a normal life, and people like me, we don't get to have those. White picket fences, two kids, a husband who I know isn't cheating on me with a waitress." She shrugged and got a thoughtful light in her eye. "So not only will we both keep silent, but you will train me. I want to protect myself, just in case you don't keep your end of the bargain."

He frowned at her. "How much of this are we actually saying in our minds?"

"Ever since you set down and flashed your badge, anyone who was listening is hearing a completely different conversation about a robbery I witnessed two days ago." She replied.

"How strong are you?" He asked her.

She blinked at him and looked down sad. "I don't ever want to find out." She closed her notebook and stood up. "Do we have a deal?"

"It's just a headache." She stated as she walked past him and she made her way into her dorm room. "You look suspicious creeping outside a dorm room this late."

"Is it cheating if you can read minds?" He asked her in a whisper as they walked into her room together. "In college?"

"No." She replied as she closed and locked the door behind them. She set her groceries on the counter and turned on the light. "Because it's not reading minds." She sighed and rubbed her head. She opened the fridge and handed him a beer and grabbed herself a bottle of water and walked over to the cabinet and got the bottle of aspirin.

"Explain it to me." He stated as he opened the beer. He grabbed the pill bottle and opened it for her.

"I had it." She grumbled.

"I know." He smirked at her.

"Musical notes." She stated. "The thoughts, they're musical notes, Songs and I can hear them, and play them." She swallowed four pills and chugged the whole water bottle before throwing it away. "The human brain, it relates to music, sometimes it calms us, soothes us, angers us, excites us, and sends us messages. I can read those messages." She flipped off her shoes and grabbed her groceries to put them away. She opened up the fridge away as she ignored his looks. "You wanted me to explain it."

"You listen to your IPod all the time." He stated.

"I'm trying to block everything out." She replied as she closed the door. "White noise basically." She made static noise with her mouth and smiled at him. "Aren't your bosses going to wonder where you are?"

"I just finished an Op twenty miles from here, I'm supposed to be at a safe house waiting for extraction in the morning." He station and she arched a brow. "We're not allowed to talk on the phone."

"Twenty miles is close enough, I can still hear you." She stated. "Even if I do have a pounding headache and put my headphones in." She moved into the main part of her room to tidy it up, Darcy had gotten a private room every year of college. More expensive, but always quieter than roommates. "I can hear your Song a long way off."

"My Song?" He asked as he finished his beer.

She looked over at him. "You should go, my headache is getting worse."

It is required for every political science major to take a course in the history of WWII and Captain America, you take one in high school and even middle school. So Darcy was prepare for it. She wasn't prepare for all the information that they never tell in the independent school districts. The gruesome truth about HYDRA. She watched the videos, and saw the pictures. She read the diaries and firsthand accounts of the survivors. She felt numb as she felt all of the sadness in the room, she wanted to get out and run. She couldn't breathe, she felt like she was suffocating.

"Why are you in it?" She asked him when he sat down next to her on the park bench. "HYDRA?" She blinked and she felt him go rigid and she knew that he felt her slip into his mind again.

He frowned at her. "You had your history class today, finally made it to the camps." He looked away.

She took a deep breath. "Am I making the right choice, trusting my life in you Agent Ward?" She spoke out loud, her voice shaky.

"Would you run?" He asked her. "Because I will catch you."

She snorted. "You wouldn't be able to move for ten, twenty minutes tops. And I have no problem dropping this life I made here if it meant creating a new one where I would be free. I've done it before."

"If that's the case, make sure you take your IPod." He slipped it into her fingers. "You left it in your dorm to charge this morning."

She let out a shaky breath. "I'm not safe am I? It doesn't matter if I'm not on the Index." She looked up and met his eyes. "They still have you following me."

He shook his head. "They think I terminated you, you were too hostile."

"What?" She blinked and tears fell and she searched his mind, his Song, it sang to her, the chords and beats, it was still the same. "It hasn't changed. Your Song."

"I still doesn't know what that means." He replied.

She looked away and smiled. She stood up and looked down at her IPod and shoved it into her pocket. "You're the same you and me. We have the same Song. That's why I can hear your Song." She whispered and took the first step and walked away from him.

She stared at the agent in front of her taking Jane's equipment, he had no bad intentions, she could tell. She could hear the Song pounding just beneath the surface, down to his very core, it was patriotic, soft, and hard and very clear. "That's my IPod!" She shouted as one of the agents grabbed it off her desk. "Hey!" She reached for it.

"Miss Lewis." Agent Coulson started. "We will return everything, including your IPod when we are done with them." He tried to give her a reassuring smile.

She glared at him but his Song never change, his thoughts were pure. He only wanted to get to the bottom of the Thor thing, he wanted to help. "If you break any of Jane's things, I will break you!" She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him.

"Duly noted." He nodded at her before moving to the front of the SUV and driving off.

She rolled her eyes and walked back inside and ignored the thoughts and musical notes of everyone around her.

Later that night she walked out into the desert, alone with her Taser and set a towel down on the sand almost a mile out of town. She took a deep breath and settled herself down on the ground as she waited to hear from Jane and Thor about getting his hammer back. Erik was spazzing out back at the lab and she needed time alone. With her own thoughts for once. She took a deep breath and rolled her shoulders back and tried to relax. "Find the Song Darcy, find the right Song." She searched and searched until she found it, found him.

"This is new." Ward stated. "I am on an Op."

"You still are." She breathed. "You have a shooter above you."

Ward reacted and shot above him. "So I'm not really here?"

"And I'm not really there." She replied. "I'm sitting on the desert sand in New Mexico. Agent Phil Coulson is here, tell me about him."

"Now?" He asked as he continue to shoot enemy assailants. "I'm a little busy Songbird."

She snorted as she looked up at the clouds, it'll be raining soon. She hoped Jane and Thor will be okay. "If I ever want to get into the business I'll let you know." She smirked. "You have a sniper on your right, duck please." Why did that name sound familiar?

Ward ducked into a room on the left and shot two bad guys and called in the sniper to be taken out. "Damn you're powerful." He told her through their link.

"Your best kept secret." She replied. "Where are you at anyway?" She looked around but she only really saw the building. "You're getting better at blocking me out."

"Guy has to have some secrets." He replied as he scanned the hallway again. "Are you meditating? I didn't know you did that?" He swiftly stormed down the hallway as Darcy followed behind him. She looked around him bored.

"A lot has happened here, people are brimming with thoughts and Coulson took my IPod." She whispered as they entered the last room on the right.

"Don't you have the backup?" He asked her as he broke the neck of a guy and knelt down to work on the bomb.

"That was my backup. You took the other one." She replied. "And we just put like thirty new songs on there so I can block out this town." She rolled her eyes as and stood in the door way. She blinked and she was back in New Mexico and he was beside her and he was looking up at the moon and the clouds with her. "Nice isn't it?"

"You're being watched you know that right?" He told her. He glanced around. "One agent, sniper rifle. Rumlow I think. He's HYDRA."

"It looks like I'm meditating." She whispered. "And we're not talking out loud anyway." She rolled her neck as she relaxed back in her body and Ward disappeared back into his fully. She felt the first rain drop on her skin and she looked up at the sky as it opened up on her. She took a deep breath and rubbed her face with her hands and stood up. She grabbed her towel and shook it out as she walked briskly back to the lab as the rain poured down. She opened the doors to see Erik holding a cup of coffee out to her. "Thanks" she smiled at him.

"How was the mediation?" He asked her. "Jane says you do that sometimes, when it gets stressful."

She took a deep sip and sighed. "It beats having panic attacks." She smiled at him again. "I should've paid more attention to the weather though, I just needed to get out for a bit. I should change though before they get back." She walked over to the office that was her bedroom and closed the door to change. "It's going to be a long night" She whispered to herself.

Darcy tried to catch her breath as Ward came at her, she ducked and threw a punch. "You need to block." He told her.

"I wonder if I can make you think you're fighting me." She stated as she kicked his leg out from under him. She twisted herself around him and brought him down.

"Are you saying this out loud or in our heads?" He asked her. "Because I can never tell anymore."

She arched a brow and pulled away from him. "You can't feel me in your head?" She asked him. She scooted away on the ground and stared at him.

"We're supposed to be training here. You wanted to know how to fight." He stood up and held out his hand to her.

She stared up at him like she was in shock. "You really can't feel me can you?" She stood up and stared at him. "I'm in your head, deep. We're not just the same the Song." She whispered.

He frowned and pushed her up against the wall and glared at her. "Stay out of my head." He warned her.

"Afraid I'll learn your HYDRA secrets, or about the 'Well'?" She asked him. "Because I knew about that already." She whispered. "Do you really think I would ever let you walk into the same coffee shop as me Agent Grant Ward, if I didn't know what I was up against? If it wasn't you, it was going to be someone else." She glared at him. "So go ahead, make your threats, or kill me even. But know that I have the power to make you stop."

He pushed her further against the wall before taking a step back. "Get back into position." He ordered her. "You can talk all you want Songbird, but if you can't fight your way out it doesn't matter."

She stared at him for a moment, her heart beating fast as she slipped into his mind again, listening to his mind, to his Song. It was still there, still the same just shaken. She nodded and pushed off the wall and took her position. "Alright."

Darcy stood on top of the roof of the building down the street from the destruction that was London and watched as Coulson's team work through it. She watched from up top of the roof and within a blink she sent an image of herself into Grant's mind. She stayed behind him, just out of his way where he couldn't see her. She wanted to see what they were digging up but she didn't want to bother Grant at work. She didn't want to tell him that she had been digging into HYDRA information, trying to figure out why they were even still active in the first place. How much of a threat were they? Would they hurt Jane and Erik?

She wanted to know before it happened and she wanted the truth. "I can smell your perfume you know." He stated as he looked over his shoulder at her.

She snorted. "It's a mental imprint I'm sure." She walked forward and stood next to him as they watched his team. "Tell me about your team, are they good?"

He glanced at her before moving around to get to work. She rolled her eyes but she didn't need to follow him to listen to his thoughts, his musical notes. "I wish you wouldn't call them that, its thoughts, you read minds." He stated.

She snorted. "Phil Coulson, I called him, I called S.H.I.E.L.D and no one came when Jane was possessed by the alien rock thing and now you're here for clean-up duty."

"He's supposed to be dead." Grant replied as he glanced at Coulson who was looking his way. "You sure no one can see us talking?"

She followed us gaze. "Yes. I can put you on autopilot if you want and you can be on the roof with me if you want?"

He blinked. "I'll meet you later. Person to person, drinks. Find my Song Songbird." She rolled her eyes and disappeared and he focused on work.

And few hours later, more into the early hours of the morning Darcy met Grant on top of the roof with a bottle of scotch and two mugs from her kitchen. "Did your team follow you?" She asked him.

"No, but I bet they were curious." He stated.

"Tell me about Coulson, can I trust him, if I need too?" She asked in a whisper as she leaned against the brick railing of the roof.

"If all else fails, yes." Grant poured the scotch into the mugs. "Couldn't you find something other than these mugs?" He asked her holding up one mug shaped like fat cat and a Mickey Mouse one for him.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Was Rumlow supposed to be in New Mexico?" She looked down into her mug.

"I looked into it when I got back, but I don't have clearance for that particular mission and I can't just ask about it." He stated as he leaned next to her. "Are you practicing your moves?" He asked behind the mug.

She nodded and took a sip. She flinched at the taste and sighed. "I can't wait for a day where I don't have to wake up and wonder if I'm going to fight for my life from either side."

"Hey, I have your back." He told her.

She shook her head. "I still don't know if you're worth it in the end Ward." She whispered. She looked up as she felt a different Song. "Coulson is nearby. You should go." She looked at him. "Don't worry, this was all in our heads, like always."

He nodded and gave her a smile as he set his mug down next to her and walked away. Five minutes later she smelt another after shave and felt another Song next to her and she sighed. She looked over and saw Agent Phil Coulson staring out onto the city. "I wondered where my Agent sneaks off to." He stated.

Darcy blinked and took a deep breath and tried to remember that he wasn't Grant, she couldn't just slip into this man's mind like she does him. She spoke out loud. "He spotted me."

"I doubt that. I couldn't spot you from the building you were hiding on without a scope."

"Like the one you had Rumlow use to spy on me in New Mexico?" She asked him. She drank the rest of her scotch in one gulp and the rest of Grant's and poured some more for the both of them while Coulson stared at her. "I meditate when I start feeling upset or frustrated, I go out about a mile into the desert and I notice him and it wasn't hard to ask around and figure out who he was. I'm smart, I did hack into you guys." She winked at him.

"Rumlow wasn't at New Mexico." He said steadily. "He was supposed to be leading a STRIKE team somewhere else."

"It was him." She whispered as she handed him the mug. "I know what and who I saw."

Coulson frowned. "Did you tell Ward about it, is that why he met you up here?"

She snorted. "Have you seen the girls?" She pointed to her boobs. "I'm sure he came for a different reason." She sighed and leaned against the brick wall. "Though your Agent Ward." She took a deep breath. "He strikes me as the kind of guy who already harbors a torch for someone else." She shrugged.

"I'll keep that in mind." Coulson stated. "And Miss Lewis, I didn't get your calls until it was too late, I'm sorry. But I'm glad that you're all okay." He frowned at her. "Though I suspect that there is more than meets the eyes with you." He took a drink of his scotch.

She felt tears running down her face as she tried to bandage Erik's leg from the bleeding. Thor and Jane were gone. Luckily they were in New York to meet Tony Stork and they were protected from the shit hole that was HYDRA attacking their apartment. "It's going to be okay, it's going to be okay." She whispered to Erik as she tied his leg up tight and put pressure on it. "I have no idea what I'm doing."

"Darcy Lewis, come with us." A voice ordered behind her. She turned slowly to see a group of armed men standing in their doorway, they walked over the dead body of Ian. He tried to save them but he was killed when the last two HYDRA agents came through. "We are taking you and the Doctor in."

She turned back to Erik who was staring up at her in fear and she leaned down and kissed his forehead. "I'm sorry." She whispered into his mind. She stood up slowly and turned to face them with a glare. "I'm not going with you." She stated out loud. "But you're not leaving this apartment alive." They stared at her wearily. "You're going to die."

"Hail HYDRA." They chanted as they raised their guns at her.

"No." She whispered and raised her hands and thought of the music. How music soothes peoples, calms them, angers, and kills them. She sent the notes of her anger to them she wanted as their bodies went rigid as they began to choke on their own blood, their blood vessels bursting through out their body. "You will never hurt anyone again. Because this is me, fighting back. This is my fight Song." She whispered, as she watched as one by one they fell over dead.

She took a deep breath, her body shook as she cried, she wanted to vomit and she wanted to scream. "Fuck HYDRA." She cried out loud. She turned to see Erik staring up at her, shaken and pale. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She bent next to him and touched his forehead again. "Shh, rest. Help with be here soon."

When Erik woke up Darcy was helping Hawkeye get him out of the apartment. "Are you sure you want us to take him first?" Clint asked.

"I'll be fine." Darcy smiled with a wave of her hand. "He needs it more than I do. I can wait." She smiled at Erik. She leaned over and kissed his forehead.

"Goodbye Erik." She whispered into his mind.

Clint blinked and they were at the hospital room and Erik was staring at him. "She's gone now." Erik stated. "I think she's always been able to do that, she just never wanted to."

"Do what?" Clint blinked, still not understanding. "Darcy?"

"She can control minds, she wasn't with us when we left for the hospital, but she was there when HYDRA attack, I think she waited until you were almost there. But then she left. What we saw was a mental image of her she seared onto our minds, less violent than Loki I think. She wanted to say goodbye, but didn't want to stay."

"She's gifted?" Clint whispered. "But she's not on the Index. It's, uh, a catalogue of all the gifted and powered people that S.H.I.E.L.D has found. Most of the time they're left alone, except when they're dangerous."

"HYDRA wanted her." Erik stated. "It was like I was second in their minds. They knew who she was."

"This isn't good." Clint frowned. "And I want to have words with her when I see her. I hate having people in my mind."