It was supposed to be so easy...
Darcy LewisIntern | Sassy Friend | Innocent
Manipulative Liar...
Hydra was all she'd ever known, first formative memories. She'd been shaped, molded, formed into a mindless doll that could be dressed up and shipped out.
Her mission?
Go in as a college student, befriend and intern for a Dr. Jane Foster, gather the research and get out clean.
Then shit just had to get complicated with a certain trip to the desert and suddenly, her six month assignment gets extended. She wasn't supposed to be a fucking babysitter - making sure Jane ate and slept and did the things normal people usually remember. Thor was an interesting development, though it took a lot of self control to not try and get as many answers out of him as possible. Instead, she'd get them out of Jane - so much easier.
Six months turned into a year, turned into three.
The incident in London was the hardest part for her. She had to act so helpless, unable to use any of her training. It hurt her pride more than anything, but still... It fucking sucked.
She was supposed to be able to get out after London - get out clean and take on a new assignment. That was all before the SHIELD cover collapsed and along with it, all the secrets. It was only a matter of time before she was uncovered. She took as much of the research as possible, scanning and uploading to her flash drive. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she'd become attached to Jane. She didn't want to see her get hurt if Hydra came to collect her.
It wasn't supposed to be like this - it was supposed to be quick and easy.
She ran. She ran as fast as she could - away from Jane, remnants of SHIELD, Hydra, all of it. She wasn't supposed to feel anything for anyone. There wasn't supposed to be any guilt - just results.
Interrogation and gut-wrenching guilt await her at one end of the bridge, punishment and the return to an empty shell at the other end. What else can she do but jump?

Shit.
If she can just get to Hydra with the information on Asgard, it might redeem her from her catastrophic failure... maybe. There's just the small matter of evading capture.