Darcy had been playing den mother since all of this went down. Her son was old enough and smart enough to mostly take care of himself so she started taking care of the other things. She helped make food and then checked all the bedrooms at meal times to make sure anyone who wasn't socializing was getting fed. She made sure the food and water bowls were filled for all of the pets, and she tried to set up some distractions, especially for the little ones.
She was tired, yes, but thinking about Bruce out there, Hulked and fighting, had her mind running too much for sleep. She worried about him, what this would do to him. He'd seemed a little...different the past few weeks already. She couldn't put her finger on it but she knew there was something up, and he never seemed to react well to Hulking out. It'd probably take a few weeks for them to get back to normal after a fight this long.
After she'd read Jacob stories long enough he fell asleep and tried for a few hours to sleep on her own she decided it wasn't going to happen and she might as well get some things done. She was on her way to the kitchen area, her plan to make some coffee and maybe tidy up, keeping an eye out for anyone who might come in from the fight needing help. But once she made it to the main room she saw Hemingway cursing and bloodying up his hands.
"Whoa, hey, do you need some help?" She asked, not even waiting for an answer before digging through the cabinets in hope of finding a first aid kit.