Mary had a lamb, His eyes black as coals...

[sorryitasedyou]

Who: Darcy + Various - Open options
Where: Around the mansion and grounds
When: During the Eight Ball Event
Rating: Pg-13? How 'bout we say R for violence just to be safe
Summary: Beatrice returns to wonderland and promptly starts disturbing the peace

The Story: Starters in comments linked below:

► Hᴜᴍᴀɴ Dᴀʀᴄʏ - Bᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ Eᴠᴇɴᴛ (Oᴘᴇɴ - Tʜᴇ 27ᴛʜ)
► Eɪɢʜᴛ Bᴀʟʟ Pᴏssᴇssɪᴏɴ (Oᴘᴇɴ - Mᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ 28ᴛʜ)
► Aᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ Oɴ Tʜᴇ Sᴛᴇᴠᴇ (Cʟᴏsᴇᴅ - Aғᴛᴇʀɴᴏᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ 28ᴛʜ)
► Cᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇ (Cʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ Aᴅᴀᴍ - Tʜᴇ 29ᴛʜ)
► Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟ-Oᴜᴛ (Cʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ Aᴅᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ Bᴜᴄᴋʏ Pᴏsᴛ-Eᴠᴇɴᴛ)

[Feel free to hit me up on plurk @ riddlesinthedark if you want a specific starter. Will match style.]

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[sorryitasedyou]

[It's impossible to keep the pain out of her voice, or the genuine panic. How was she gonna prove to him that it was really her? It takes a long moment before she realizes the one thing that couldn't ever be masked should be gone. The reason she'd had to wear sunglasses outside when going after Steve.

Fingers claw for her phone, flipping on the video feed so Adam can see.]

No black eyes. See?

[Just the normal stormy gray-blue quickly welling up with tears.]

Adam, please...

[halfwinchester]

<sub>[His phone buzzes and he absently reaches for it. It's a feed of Darcy, showing him her pale and grief-stricken face, and he's immediately torn between wanting her to really be his friend, and too long spent telling himself not to trust what his eyes tell him anymore.

It's hard to look at her even through the screen, so he closes the video instead.]</sub>

Hold on. _{[He sighs through the door.]} Hold on a sec, I'm checking.

<sub>[If everything's really back to normal, then the rest of Wonderland should be angel-free again, too, right...?

A quick check of the network assuages some of his fears. At least enough to veto the idea of keeping Darcy locked up against her will like a prisoner in a cage. It's too close for Lucifer's Cage for his liking, and he reaches out to open the door, stepping back to give her room.]</sub>

You're back back?

[sorryitasedyou]

[She doesn't know where to even start outside of showing him her eyes - that she was back to herself with no wild impulses to try and kill the people she cares about.

The thought is enough to bring ugly thoughts and memories right back to the surface. She feels as though she's gonna be sick. There's an almost physical wash of fresh air over her when the door opens, letting her body slump a little against the floor in relief.

Deep breath. That's what she needs to focus on... Actually breathing. In. Out. In - And then it has to hold for a second to make room for a hiss of pain as her body reminds her of just what the hell it's been through.]

Can you - Can you call Bucky and tell him I'm okay? That it's done?

[Even if she's anything but. She needed to have someone else deal with the texts on her phone because there was too much guilt to face in one whirl. Bucky was a direct connection to Steve and she just couldn't -

She can't.]

[halfwinchester]

_{[Well, her wince of pain pretty much answers that. He's not sure angels could even act well enough to pull off being this worn out.]}

Hey, are you okay?

_{[He crouches beside her, reaching for her but not wanting to actually touch her if it's going to make it worse. Too busy looking her over, he almost doesn't process her request.]}

What? Bucky? _{[Who's that? He feels like he should be able to put a face to the name.]} What's he got to do with anything?

[sorryitasedyou]

[Every breath hurts, but there are more important things to focus on. She just shakes her head at the question, a hand almost attempting to grip the ground for stability. There’s no movement towards him, scared that if someone makes contact with her - she might crumble into a million pieces.

She almost wants to take back the request, but Steve…]

I - I need… He - I - Steve, I -

[Thoughts flow through her with a clouded sense of order as she tries to make sense of what she’d done.]

I had a text from him. He needs to know I’m okay - but, [But? But what. It’s not like her request will actually be listened to if he really wants to find her.] Just don’t tell him where we are. Ju- I’m okay and I’m sorry.

[halfwinchester]

Slow down, slow down, you're not making any sense. It's okay, Darcy... It's over. It's gone, you're you again.

<sub>[It's one of those things that if he says enough times, maybe it'll come true.

Darcy's broken and jumbled explanation is met with a long moment of thought while Adam tries to piece together what she's asking. Steve, like Steve Rogers, the Captain America guy? Something had happened with him?]</sub>

... Okay, all right, I can text the guy. You don't have to talk anybody right now.

_{[Until she's ready to. He's been on the other side of this so many times that he knows better than to think bringing everyone and their cousin into the room to fawn over her will her find some equilibrium.]}

Okay?

playing hiatus catch up - feel free to drop since this is ridiculously old

[sorryitasedyou]

[Hopeful thinking is something she tends to subscribe to, but not today. No, today was a lose it kind of day. She can't clarify for him, hell she can't even make sense of her own thoughts right now. There are just a few things standing out that she can't skip right now.

Even if she just wants to curl up in a ball and make the world go away for a little while.

Fingers paw at her phone to push it over to him as she follows the motion to lay back down on the floor.]

Thanks Adam.

[She just... Yeah, give her a sec. Hey, at least she's remembering her manners - even if she's trying to look as small as possible. Like if she could melt into the floor, she would.]