Edited first chapter! The second one is finished as well, so tell me what you think. c:
This heat wave was killing her, it's like the air was buzzing around her head. Darcy's thick hair, too thick for New Mexico weather, stuck to her neck while she drove her new, ancient truck to the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility where Jane, and consequently, Darcy, now worked. It had recently been built, along with much of the rest of the town's buildings after Big-ass Metal Man destroyed most of it. But, sadly, the agency drew the line at replacing personal items. Especially for a nobody like her.
That means Darcy was stuck with the cheapest car she could get. Her parents helped her pay for her previous one back in high school, but now that she was an 'adult', she was expected to take care of these things on her own. College debts didn't make it any easier. Damn, she missed her old, much newer, car. It had A.C. And the windows didn't stick. And yeah, it had been a hell of a lot prettier. She wasn't too proud to admit that she missed that too.
It got her where she needed to though, regardless of style. When she stepped in (blissfully air conditioned), it was quiet. Strange, it was never quiet. This wasn't the kind of place that 'did' quiet. And Jane had been all a-flutter last night over some important government update. Darcy didn't bother to ask about it, clearly it didn't concern her. Now at work, all she could assume was that the noise had traveled somewhere else, the paperwork with it. She has to track it down like a damn bloodhound. Darcy sighed on the way up the elevator. She probably wasn't going to get home at any kind of reasonable time.
ring, ring
"Yeah Jane? On my way up."
"What? Damn, never mind then-" Oh my. This must be important if Jane almost swore.
The elevator door slid open at the third floor and Jane almost ran her over.
"I'll be right back! Just stay back there, he'll explain!" Jane shouted over her shoulder. Well, that was...unexpected? Darcy closed her phone.
'Back there' was where they kept the super secrets, where low-level volunteers would never be allowed, and 'he' was Fury. Something big was going down. But when all that meant was twice the work, Darcy couldn't get herself excited.
"Miss. Lewis." He greeted her. "Step in here to wait for Miss. Foster until she returns. She'll need you." Of course she would. It should also be noted that Fury is the only other person in this building who knew her name. And not even her first name, but since everyone else in this building only associates her with coffee and reports, that's about all she can expect.
Fury led her into an interrogation style room where on the other side of the glass was-
"Oh, shit!"
"Miss Lewis, please calm down."
"That's...oh my god! What is Loki doing here? Isn't he...not supposed to be?" Darcy sat down, staring in shock at the god sitting across the other room very placid and dejected. She thought he'd be raging and pounding on the doors. But he just sat, unaware of their presence. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the door open.
"Wait! Where are you going? You can't leave me! I'll be dead before the doors closes!"
Fury explained the binding spell and crazy magic-ness and all the reasons it was safe to practically be in the same room as the guy-the god, that leveled a small town and half of a major city. He left for something more important the rooms with specific instructions to not speak with the prisoner. Under any circumstances. And then he was gone.
It took four minutes for Darcy to get bored of waiting. He honestly didn't seem to be able to see her. She'd waved her arms around for a bit, and though she'd never talk to the prisoner after Fury told her not to, she'd 'accidentally' knocked over a chair. Not even a twitch. With the situation no longer being dangerous, Darcy decided it was no longer interesting and sat herself down to play some Tetris.
Three levels past, and a cold, silky voice came through the speakers.
"Are you quite done now?"
Darcy nearly fell out of her chair.
"As amusing as it was, I was under the impression you were not to interact with me." She didn't seem to bright, even by mortal standards.
"He...he just said not to talk to you." Oops. Loki chuckled. This was an interesting development. Every being has an energy, what they would call magic. It was also possible to exchange it, so there was a slim possibility that she could give up enough of it that he could escape. He probed further.
"Why are you even here? Clearly you don't hold any influence here."
Darcy paused. What damage could it do, really, to tell her that she was harmless? "College credits." she answered.
"Hmm. Unpaid with no influence, or significance. You seem very expendable." It's been very easy to get her to open up so far. Just a little more, he already felt stronger.
Loki leaned forward and watched her reaction. A strange warm shiver crept over Darcy. "You seem flushed." He smirked.
"Oh well, you know...heat wave. New Mexico climate..."
He continued to watch her grow flustered, and finally laughed. Silly mortal females. Who knew they were so weak?
"Maybe I can help. Thor's not the only one able to call the clouds." This would take a lot of power, but if this worked...
Outside the one small window, the sky grew dark and with a sudden gust, rain fell for the first time in months. Darcy stared in amazement, ignoring the 'normal' corner in her mind screaming at her. He still had had magic, that was a problem. But a problem for later, right now Darcy just momentarily marveled that he bent the clouds and made it rain for a nobody like her. Normal thoughts were over rated anyway.
Welp, hope you like it. R and R