Jump Into the Fog

The dull yet annoying beeping from her earpiece sounded like a siren in her eardrums.

"Not now…" She groaned as she made a note to remind her boss not to bug her when she would take a breather from work… Especially when she went home to do so. She rolled over onto her back and sighed, tapping the small mic, "Talk to me." She greeted.

"Your vacation is going to have to be cut short, Davies; we've got a mission for you."

"Right, and Queen Elizabeth is my aunt. I'm not up for another blasted field test, Coulson…"

"Oh, it's the real thing. You'll receive further detail when you arrive at the new headquarters."

Pausing at the term 'new headquarters', she raised a brow as she stared up at her bedroom ceiling, "'New HQ' how? Don't tell me you lot imploded the other one…" She snorted slightly.

He hadn't seem to take note of her joke, stating calmly, "You'll receive a formal explanation when you rendezvous with your ride in half an hour." He didn't sound like he was bluffing if he hadn't acknowledged her jab.

The brunette grumbled inaudibly as she sat up, rubbing her neck, "Give me the itinerary, I'm on my way out now."

Clearly, she wasn't meant to have any holidays.

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"It doesn't make sense."

"That I'm nimbler than you? I thought you came to that deduction years ago."

The blonde shook his head as he kept at her side, with ease given his legs were longer than hers. "If anyone has a right to go first, it's obviously me. You were only there for a few hours." He stated patiently.

The other blonde stopped just as they were feet from the gatehouse, giving a likewise exhale. "Yet between the two of us, if this goes wonky at least I'm more expendable… and if you're still sore about my going first, have fun straightening it out with your father," she reminded as she looked up at him.

Blue held brown before the former recognized his father had been wise to send her first, given she had more of a level head.

"Try not to destroy anything before I arrive." He said with a slight sigh, looking at the brightening of her brown eyes.

She smiled and patted his muscled arm, walking ahead of him, "I suppose you want to be the one to give her that gift?" She asked.

His ears burned, and he caught the playful smile on her lips, striding after her until they were side by side again. "Yes, because your giving her my gift would take away the element of surprise." He retorted.

Since learning more about her within the last year, she had teased him about his feelings for the mortal woman and today was no different. Especially since she knew that was the reason he was anxious to go first… She thought it was adorable how he would obtain a far-off expression and fond look in his eye when he would talk about her.

"I know; you're a big boy, you can carry your own…" She rolled her eyes, allowing one more punch to his arm before sobering as they met with the gatekeeper.

He rubbed his arm on habit, one he had adopted since she could throw a proper punch, and made a face at the smirk she tried to keep at bay; he gave another slight sigh.

Maybe it was a good thing she was going first.

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The brilliant rainbow-colored portal encased her as she landed expertly on solid ground.

Shaking her head slightly as the bright lights faded, she looked up at the building she had been sent to.

It was tall —not as tall as the palace but at least one-fifth its size— and colored medium-beige, with windows that were either shut completely or partially open. It looked quaint enough for a living place…

A horn blared behind her, making the warrior jump and turn to face the enemy, before she calmed as the machine responsible only honked a second time at her before speeding off down the quiet street.

"Nice to meet you too, bastard…" The blonde grumbled, squaring her shoulders and stepping up to enter the building by its glass doors, habitually keeping a hand on her shield's strap.

She received looks when she entered the building from those who were getting their post from the neighborhood box, and she only stopped in her trek when she looked at the elevator that led to gods-knew-where before locating a sign close to the ceiling that illustrated a set of stairs and a stick figure walking up them. She beamed at the stroke of luck, following the sign to the heavy door that she opened with ease and slipped into the darker-colored stairwell that had at least a dozen flights that led to the roof of the building, at least from what she could see.

In all fairness, she trusted the stairs more than an elevator… Maybe she had spent too much time on Asgard.

Approaching the steel railing that led up to the first set of stairs, she hopped up onto it and nimbly leapt onto the higher stairwell, landing with sure feet on the stone base. Glad for her experience in jumping to great heights and the fact that she was as nimble as she had told him, she continued the process until she found the door that was for the ninth floor, pushing it open and finding herself in a long corridor with pastel-yellow walls and an ornate blue carpet on the floor.

The blonde nodded to herself at finding her guess was right, stepping into the corridor and looking at the doors on either side that were painted deep brown, before coming upon the third door on the right that wasn't different from the others. Still, she could tell that she lived here… She just didn't know if it was because of women's intuition or if it was because of magic. She knocked once on the door, raising a brow when she was met with silence for a couple of seconds, before knocking a second time.

"I'm coming! Keep your trousers on… If this is about the utility bill, I told you I'd pay when I could…" A familiar voice snapped as they were coming to answer the knocks, before she heard the locks being undone on the other side of the door.

The door opened to reveal a brown-haired woman with brilliant green eyes, donned in a green leather jacket with a black shirt underneath and black pants with likewise-black boots, who sported an annoyed look on her pretty face at first at being interrupted from whatever she had been up to. The annoyance disappeared for shock to take its place as she slightly gaped at seeing the blonde on her doorstep. "R-Roslynn? What in the… how in the world are you here?" She asked.

"Sorry to show up like this, but…" The named woman trailed off when a small 'beep' sounded and the other's left hand went to her ear. "Am I interrupting something?" She cocked a brow.

"Sort of, but I'll explain in a minute… Yes, I'm on my way down." The brunette clipped to whoever was on the other end of her earpiece, lowering her hand to look at the blonde, "Come on, it's probably best to have you with me." She sighed slightly, shrugging her duffel bag onto her shoulder and turning to close the door behind her exit, locking it.

"You look better than you did a year ago. But why are you rushing around like a madwoman?" Roslynn asked, following her into the corridor and shortly into the lift that 'dinged' a few seconds after the other had pressed a button on the short panel between the two elevators. She would've proposed the stairs if the other woman wasn't in a hurry, but that wasn't the case.

"Well earth –I mean Midgard— isn't exactly like Asgard, and so people have to get jobs just to survive. In short, I'm rushing around like a madwoman because of my job. Can't even have a bloody holiday for one second before my boss is harping for me to come in… The bastard doesn't even give me all the details I need, either, being so secretive." The brunette explained with some bite regarding her superior, placing her bag down on the floor after having hit the ground floor button, her slender hands moving quickly to put her mane of hair back into a loose tail.

The blonde smiled wryly at her disdain, "Asgardians do have jobs, aside from serving the king. And it sounds like you're working for those government people I remember from the desert." She afforded.

"I am, yes… Only because they promised to help me in turn for my working for them. It's only temporary though, I don't like dealing with government… Soon as I find out what the hell Coulson called me in for, I'm coming right back here to finish my holiday." She huffed, catching the curious look on the woman's tanned face and she reflexively ran a hand through her hair. "Ros, I'm sorry for being completely rude. I didn't even let you explain how you were able to come back to earth." She half-sighed, looking at her again.

Roslynn chuckled slightly, clapping a hand on her shoulder in hopes of calming her, having sensed –she was pretty in tune with magic at this point in her life, given she had spent most of it among gods— that the goddess in her was anxious. "It's okay, Evelyn, I know. I'll explain everything once this is over, you've got more than enough on your mind." She assured.

Evelyn relaxed slightly, wondering if all Asgardians could be just as calm, affording a sheepish smile. "Right, that works… Um, is Thor… how is he?" She hadn't seen that gorgeous git in a year and it was surprising that she could now say his name without that ache in the pit of her chest.

"He's good, actually. Misses you, though, like you wouldn't believe." Roslynn laughed a little at the thought, seeing relief and something else brighten her green eyes… Was it exasperation, or was it remorse?

The brunette straightened when the elevator reached the ground floor, finding the lobby was vacant much to her companion's relief, stepping out of the elevator with the blonde not far behind. "Suppose London is a unique experience to you, in comparison to Asgard or to Puente Antiguo, isn't it?" She wondered.

"It's… noisy, I guess you could say. But it actually reminds me of where I was born." The blonde shrugged, looking at the black car waiting for them curbside, lifting a brow. "These people don't pay mind to personal space, do they?" She wondered with a brief scoff.

"It's a secret government organization, they forgot the definition of it." She snorted softly, looking at her and frowning slightly, "but hang on, you weren't born on Asgard…?"

"Miss Davies, you know this woman?" Both women turned their attention to the agent who had come to open the back door for the mentioned brunette, the man cocking a brow behind his black sunglasses as his gaze was set on the blonde.

"Yes, this is my old flat-mate from the States, Rose Vale. She just came from a costume party… she's a bit eccentric." Evelyn explained with a shy smile, knowing she would be questioned by the mentioned blonde when they were alone, but she for one didn't want SHIELD to throw Roslynn into an interrogation room or anything like that.

The agent regarded the blonde who looked like a warrior moreso than a twenty-something college kid, but he let it slide to let the women enter the car's backseat before closing the door in the blonde's wake.

Roslynn reflexively gripped her shield's rim when the car was put into drive and they were off to the airport, looking at her companion who relaxed against the upholstered seat with a relieved sigh. "'Rose Vale'?" She echoed.

"They interrogated Thor when he tried to retrieve Mjolnir, I didn't think it'd be fair for them to do the same to you… And I would also have to break my boss's nose if they did." Evelyn explained, offering another sheepish smile.

"You'd have to start a line." Roslynn returned the smile, chuckling, "thanks Eve." Even if they hadn't known each other for long, she understood why Thor felt how he did.

hope you guys are doing okay, i've kind of been busy setting up my new iPad buuut that hasn't stopped me from working on this. anyway, more drama is coming up so stay tuned, yeah?

* "Jump Into the Fog" by the Wombats