"I was in a bit of a panic, okay. But if it means that much to you, I'll call for the Avengers." Or at least one of them. Maybe Clint. But she takes the scolding in stride, and nods in agreement - she'll call him tomorrow after she's passed out for a few hours and managed to get Steve some help.

At his agreement Darcy lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding, shifting to get a better hold on Cap. "I don't even know what'll take blood out of the upholstery anyway." And then, just as she can feel the magic starting to work "Thanks. For not killing me or him."

There's the rather unnerving sensation of suddenly being somewhere else - she's never going to get used to that - but the comfort of her own place is overwhelming. Okay, deposit one Captain America somewhere, stanch the blood, call Coulson. She can do this.