A/N: AWW! Ya'lls reviews are so touching! Well... Here's some more for you to love… Hopefully…
Darcy woke up to the sound of grumbling and "…cursed Midgardian device!" She propped herself up ever so slightly to see a shirtless Tony with wet hair fiddling with the coffee maker. Still rather groggy, she yawned a bit, automatically drawing the attention to herself. His eyes almost held a shocked expression. "You're awake." He mumbled, more to himself than her.
She opened her mouth to reply, but groaned and plopped back down onto the mattress. She lifted her hands to her head, her eyes felt like they were burning out of their sockets. "Turn off the lights, Tony." She ordered in a whiny, yet surprisingly firm tone.
He blinked, as if confused for a moment, then registered she was in fact addressing him. "Ms. Lewis the lights are not on." He replied, a condescending voice that seemed more comfortable than confused, a feeling he was well accustomed with as of late.
"Then... Uh….." she groaned, halting whatever she'd been trying to say, "Close the blinds!" she spoke loudly and clearly, not wishing to be interrupted by the assaults of her pounding headache once more. When he didn't move, she got up and did it herself.
"Gosh, was that so difficult?" She growled, her bad temperedness coming from her hangover. 'Hangover, really? Where's the darn ibuprofen!' She clawed through her purse, ramming her sunglasses on as she did so. "Ah, heck, seriously?" her was frustration all too audible for Tony/Loki's ears.
"Darcy, is there a problem which is inconveniencing you so much that you must take it out on the entire hall?" Loki hissed; he very much disliked whatever mood she'd awoken in.
"Tony, you're really thick and inconsiderate you know that?" she barked. "Did it not occur to you that after last night I might have a hangover?"
Loki just stared; he held no recognition for the term she'd used. 'What is with humans and their ever-present slang? Is it so hard to obtain proper vocabulary on this barbaric terrestrial globe?' He thought bitterly to himself.
She took his silence as him just now understanding her predicament, and therefore lacking the words to apologize. "Oh, whatever. C'mon I need some more Advil and…" she observed him once more, "Did you just get out of the shower or something?" she questioned, her vocal pattern having returned to normal.
"And what would 'or something' refer to, Darcy?" he questioned with a mischievous smirk. Perhaps he could correct her awful habit of improper speaking.
"I don't know, a bath, a water-balloon fight, a dog drooled on you?" she said with her own, much more teasing, smirk.
He scowled, "I took a shower, Ms. Lewis. And where do you intend to procure your Advil?" he asked.
She laughed a bit, "Well, a CVS or maybe a Walgreens, wouldn't you think?" Her words seemed to mock him, and he knew he'd really need to get used to their terminology faster or he'd be caught for his true self. "Oh, crap…" she massaged her temples and fell back onto the bed.
"Can you go get some for me?" she begged. "This is bad. I don't think I'll be able to drive."
"So you're going to trust a stranger with your vehicle and currency?" he smile was almost genuine at this. 'She's much too trusting; it'd almost be an injustice not to teach her the reality of life.'
She gazed up at him. "I have to." She sighed, obviously disliking the situation greatly.
"Just drive up and down the main street, surely they have some kind of market or drugstore. When you find one, buy some Advil and perhaps some goldfish? Goldfish always make me feel better." She said, offering a light smile to the thought of her favorite snack of late.
"Fine." He said, accepting her keys and card when she offered them, though he wasn't sure why. He didn't know how to use either of the objects. Though, after some thought, he figured that perhaps the eminently more perplexing thing was that he'd so easily accepted her task. It was quite unlike him to play 'fetch', but it was quite like him to behave as a gentlemen, he supposed at least.
He exited the room, letting the door click behind him as the girl offered him many 'thank you's; he couldn't help but roll his eyes. He approached the window at the end of the hall. Scanning the street of main, he located the 'Walgreens' she'd mentioned. He teleported himself there out of habit; not even considering the consequences of using his magic. He walked around the isles but saw nothing called 'Advil'. He frowned slightly wondering why he was even doing this, when a middle-aged woman in a 'blood donor' tee asked him if he required assistance.
"Yes, could you bother leading me to where the Advil is kept, madam?" He asked, words trickling in silver droplets off his tongue, lips metallic with the slick tone of his voice.
"Uh huh." She grunted, "It's over this way, honey." Her voice had a rather distinguishable drawl laced around her words. He followed as she waved for him too. She pointed to small white containers. "There you go." She said with a smile.
"Thank you very much." He returned the smile, "Could you also bring me some goldfish?" he asked, still wondering why Darcy had requested a scaly animal.
"I suppose, but they were in the isle we were just in you know." Her eyes glazed over in concern for the man's observance skills.
"Could you anyway?" he hissed, becoming less patient with the attendant. She walked off, and he was left to decide which size bottle the girl required. He read the backs and decided to get a rather large one. This way she would not have to ask again for a while, and he could be spared from the overly bright and bland building in future times. She returned with a rectangular box and raised an eyebrow whilst he examined it.
"Well, unless you wanted real fish this is all we got." She said, apparently becoming as frustrated as he had.
"It will suffice," he decided, if Darcy wanted real fish she could get them for herself. When the woman continued to stand there he took the box and gestured for her to leave. When she was gone he transported himself back the hotel in a flash of black and purple energy, residue settling on the floor where he'd once been.
He reentered the hotel room to see Darcy in fresh clothes, hair clean and done in tousled curls. He tried not to let his eyes linger on her chocolate locks. He instead met her blue eyes and placed the items on the desk. "These are what you wanted?" he asked carefully, trying to use more of the Midgardian vocal pattern he was beginning to hear quite frequently.
"Yup," she said with a grimace, "Could you fill one of those cups with water and get me two of the Advil please?"
He blinked at then sighed, 'Why not? I've done everything else today.' He grabbed one of the paper containers by the infernal Bunn Coffee Maker and filled it with water from the tap. When he went to open the pill container he found its lid was stuck. "Darcy, the lid of the container seems to be broken."
"It's a just a child's lock." She laughed, "What, too immature to figure it out?" she played.
He grimaced, he despised that word. Trying once more to open it he found himself at a loss. He finally just pulled it straight off and a few pills flew from the container.
"Blasted containment device!" He growled.
Darcy flinched at the large crack and watched the pills go flying, "What the heck dude?" She almost shrieked, her rather panicky voice high pitched and uneven. "Why didn't you just bring it to me?" Her eyes were wide with disbelief, he didn't look like the strong, 'I break the tops off bottles because I'm ignorant' type. She finally calmed her breathing and then noticed his expression. He was glaring at the pill bottle with such malice you'd think the inanimate object had insulted him greatly. She burst into laughter and he then directed his gaze at her, his eyes still holding the malice, but also something else, hurt perhaps?
"Um, sorry." She stumbled when she was sure that she'd seen the fleeting dullness of hurt in his eyes. "I. uh, didn't mean anything by it." She hoped that seemed true, but honestly she scared the crap out of her and she really felt like a good Facebook venting session with her college friends. That always helped when she'd been having a rough time. Yeah, she'd message Connie later.
He rolled his eyes, "Like you, a mere…" He paused as if thinking, "… never mind." then walked over to the bathroom. The door closed with a bang behind him.
She sighed as their neighbor banged on the wall, telling them to keep it down. Walking over to the desk she retrieved a pill and then realized the water had been knocked over in the commotion. She wondered what was up with Tony and carefully tiptoed over to the door and listened. Then sink was on and he seemed to be, whispering? Is he talking to himself? She thought it was certainly a curious thing, and her thoughts did not stop there.
'Holy crap he's a psychotic convict who's on the run from the FBI and he's using me to escape. Oh god, I need to get away from him, but then he'll track me down and kill me. I mean, psychotic killers can be really determined when searching for someone. Oh my gosh, he's like Michael Myers, and I'm Jamie Lee Curtis' character, what was her name, Laurie? Oh god, I'm Laurie! He's going to track me and my future son down!'