SMASH, BANG! TOO MUCH COFFEE AND PUNK CABARET PLAYLISTS.
I'll shut up and let you read this now. Darcy is rad.
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"Instant Coffee?"
Jane turned around, a delighted looking Thor standing behind her, next to the coffee shelf at the grocery store she frequented.
"Yes." She smiled. "You heat a cup of water up and stir a spoonful of it in."
"Amazing..." Thor whispered, grabbing a container of it and running his hand through his hair. He looked up at Jane, wonder in his eyes. "Jane, we must buy some. Please!"
She laughed out loud, unable to help herself at the pure enjoyment he found in something as simple as instant coffee. He was easy to please, that was for sure. It was refreshing in a world where things like internet access and cars that practically drove for you were the only real symbols of status: He found wonder in a world that seemed too small to her.
"Sure." She said, holding out her hand. He gently placed it there, gratitude on his child-like face. She blushed when his calloused fingers brushed the back of her hand.
She usually liked her men tall, wiry, and nerdy. But Thor... he was different in ways that proved her a liar for scoffing about muscular men for the majority of her life.
"Come on," she said, jerking her thumb towards the waiting shopping cart. "We still need to figure out what to feed you for dinner. You can't exist on just instant coffee."
She turned to the cart, and no sooner had she placed her hands on the cold metal handle, did everything turn black, a mighty roar echoing in the darkness.
She sat up, pushing hair out of her face and swearing quietly when she fell out of her lounge chair, tangled in blankets.
"What the hell was that?" She groaned, getting to her feet. She looked around. The grocery store had been a dream, that much was clear: She was right where she was before. On the roof of the lab, under the inky black sky, that was just starting to turn rosy on the horizon.
The dream was plain and simple enough. She'd dreamt of Thor countless times in the past few months. But that yell... that sounded real. It sounded like him.
She shook her head, turning the lounge chair back onto its legs and replacing the blankets.
"No more jaegermeister at three in the morning." She verbally swore to herself.
"Ummm... Jane?"
"Hmmm?"
"You look like shit. Everything okay?"
Jane rolled her eyes. "Thanks Darcy. Things are just great."
"I'm just sayin' I mean you're carrying some heavy luggage, you going somewhere with those bags?"
"I had a bad dream and couldn't sleep." Jane lied, putting the milk in the cupboard.
"Clowns or midgets?" Darcy smirked through her pop tart. "Oh, and usually dairy products do better in the fridge."
"I'll get it later." Jane mumbled.
Darcy rolled her eyes and the trailer was silent except for the sound of her clicking through her ipod and munching on a pop tart.
"Was it about wonder-boy?" She finally asked, knowing she was right. It was always about wonder-boy these days. It had been for months now. Jane had been busier and more motivated than ever, but Darcy noticed the clear lack of interest in her work that wasn't an issue before SHIELD started poking their noses in every bit of data she owned. She had a mind to kick that Thor guy where it hurt if he ever did show up in New Mexico again. Seeing Jane so tired and bummed out pissed her off.
He said he'd be back. Promised her in fact. Did big dumb blonde viking gods not understand what promising a woman meant? It meant that if said promise was not followed through with in a reasonable amount of time, no amount of Ryan Reynolds and Ben and Jerry's ice cream was going to cut it. She truly felt bad for Jane. She was totally the girl in high school who went to prom with her cousin, and got smoked in the face with a basketball during gym class, bleeding all over the place when her braces cut into her lips.
It was cool though. Her priority was never playing the field. Mostly because the field she confined herself to was woefully empty of men interested in a bookish, Hawking-obsessed library nerd.
"Nothing is crueler than children who come from good homes." Darcy decided out loud. "What say we take a break today, hmmm? You don't look like you're in the mood to deal with that Coulson dweeb."
She jammed her iPod into the portable dock that never seemed to leave her side and hit play.
"Uhhh..." Jane said, making a face across the table. "What is this?" Her head was pounding and the music was loud and way too... bangy for her liking. Piano? What the...?
"Punk cabaret, dude. Way cool stuff. This'll perk you up for sure!" Darcy said matter-of-factly.
"It's not helping Darcy. I really should get some work done today I—"
"You're going to make yourself sick if you keep doing this to yourself. As your intern, your health and happiness is my duty to keep intact." Darcy said proudly. "So. You're gonna finish your cheerios or whatever those are, chug some water, keep your pyjamas on, and just chill the eff out today. With me!"
Jane rolled her eyes. Nothing about spending a day in pyjamas with Darcy seemed relaxing, especially if "punk cabaret" was any evidence of things to come.
"Darcy, Coulson is going to have my head."
"At least he'll have it with a smile." Darcy grinned, turning up the volume.
Jane sighed and resigned herself to the inevitable. At least if she was annoyed with Darcy she wasn't thinking about Thor.