It's not like Darcy meant to run into Thor and Jane during one of their "private" moments, and she sure as hell didn't mean to scare the living daylights out of her best friend.
Temporarily living with the two, Darcy juggled being Jane's assistant and being a person Thor could talk to about "un-Jane-ly" things, and both occupations were hard enough on their own, stressing as they were. An essay on some scientific topic that went way beyond her head had Darcy grasping for some sense in it all, and she would ask Jane to translate, even though Darcy was supposed to do that kind of work.
And so, she'd just had her head scrambled by a very professional email from a very important figure in the scientific field, and all of the mumbo jumbo within it had Darcy running after Jane, who had just passed by the door on her way down the hall.
Running wasn't her strong suit, as it turned out, and Jane was already entering a room and closing the door when Darcy had finally reached within 10 feet of her.
She didn't knock-why would she?-and had pushed the door open to see Jane and Thor wrapped within each other's arms, kissing passionately, before Jane had jumped from the god like he'd burned her, her hand clutching at her chest in fright. Her dark eyes had widened considerably and Thor had just stood there, not at all shocked by the intrusion (but then Darcy thought of all the times Loki had probably snuck up on Thor to scare him) as Jane relaxed, still ready to have a heart attack, though.
"Darcy!" Jane had shouted frustratingly, and the assistant had just nodded slowly and high-tailed it out of there before either person could catch up to her.
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Prompt: Stalking (by krikanalo)