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She's sitting on a table with her shoes off. She likes to look at her stripey socks while a bunch of big men in bright costumes talk about her. All she knows is that her name is Darcy because they keeping looking at her every time they say it.
A man with short blond hair and a star on his chest bends down to talk to her. "Darcy, do remember any of what happened?"
She thinks for a few seconds. "Lots of blue light. It was really pretty."
"What about before?"
"Before what?"
"The explosion."
Darcy opens her mouth wide. "Something exploded?"
An even bigger man in a red cape picks her up. "Darcy! Do you know me?!"
"No. But I really like your hair." She grabs a chunk of it---it's long and thick and bright yellow and Darcy doesn't want to let go.
The red robot with a man's head starts talking. "She doesn't remember anything, Thor. We're screwed. In every possible position."
Cape-man gives her a big hug. "Then we shall care for her until she remembers! Or the S.H.I.E.L.D. scientists can fix her!"
"What if that doesn't happen?"
"It matters not---she is our friend and I, for one, shall not abandon her!" Cape-man pats her head. "What say you, Darcy?"
"Um, I like you, too." She starts pulling his hair and he laughs.
The robot-man puts his head in his metal hands and groans.
Darcy giggles. "He's silly!"
Star-man smiles. "You have no idea."
"This shall be great fun, I think!" Cape-man shouts. Darcy hugs him.