After several hours of science-y things (by everyone else) and Angry Birds (by Darcy), Darcy insisted that it was Real World Time. Tony had to go to a board meeting, and Bruce mentioned that he needed to get his meditation for the day in. So Darcy packed up Jane and led her up to her quarters.

"Gurrrrl," Darcy said, drawing the word out. "You need to shower. You never know when your man is going to be back so you need to at least smell presentable at all times."

With that comment, Jane started crying. Such outbursts weren't terribly unusual for Jane, not since Thor had gone tripping back down the rainbow bridge, and Darcy was prepared. She pulled some tissues out of her purse and handed them to Jane as she maneuvered them to the couch. Jane took them, blew her nose, and then laid her head on Darcy's shoulder. "I just miss him, you know? He's the only man I've ever dated that thinks my brain is just as fascinating as my ass."

Darcy patted Jane's shoulder. "I know, sweetie, I know." In her head, Darcy marveled at how her relationship with Jane had progressed. They had gone from strangers to boss/incompetent intern to something between friends and sisters. It was nice.

After about 15 minutes of quiet weeping on the couch, Jane pushed herself up. "You're right, Darce. I'll go shower."

As Jane walked into her bathroom, Darcy swiped her access cards for the lab. "And no science tonight! You need a break. Drink some wine, watch a terrible movie, and go to bed. That's Dr. Lewis's orders!"

Well, two jobs down….one more to go.

Darcy's third job was a little unusual – but then again, so were her other two. As she walked toward GRL, Darcy pinned her hair up as she mused about the bar.

GRL was a burlesque club – which in and of itself was unusual – but it also was a mutant bar. It was owned by a woman named Raven Darkholme, who was seriously the most gorgeous woman Darcy had ever seen, even if her hair changed colors more often than Modesty Blaise's. The patronage and staff were about 50/50 in their mutant-human ratio. Darcy liked working there; most of the patrons were very polite, and none of them ever tried to grab her ass. She worked a few shifts here and there – mainly just Thursday and Friday nights when Raven was short-staffed.

As she walked through the back door, she nodded a greeting to the bouncer. In the back, she changed back into her heels and ditched her jacket and scarf. Grabbing a tray, she went to work serving drinks.

About an hour into her shift, Darcy heard a slight poof and noticed a man at a table that had previously been empty. She smiled to herself – one of her favorite patrons was here! She loaded her tray with drinks and went to say hi.

"Guten Abend, Kurt." She said, placing a drink on the table.

The slight man in a trenchcoat smiled at Darcy. "Guten Abend, Fraulein Lewis." If it wasn't for the blue skin, yellow eyes, and fangs, he would seem practically normal. "Is Miss Claire de Lune singing tonight?"

"Of course. Her set should begin in a few minutes. Enjoy the show!" Darcy wondered over to another table, where a stocky man with a cigar in his mouth and some serious sideburns sat. She sat an imported Canadian beer down on his table. "Hello Logan," she said, a wicked smile starting to curve over her face.

The man gave a quick grin and took his beer. "Hello, doll. What've you been up to?"

Darcy smiled as she leaned against the table. "Well, let's see….I hacked into a government database again, which is way easier than you would think, and I Tased this one guy because he was running his mouth in the subway and this other guy because he called me stupid, and then I impressed some scientists with my coffee skills and then managed them into being normal and then I came here."

Logan raised an eyebrow. "Is that all?"

Darcy pretended to think for a moment. "Yup, that's pretty much it."

"Does your mouth ever not move a mile a minute?" Darcy giggled as she shook her head no. "Between you and Wade, it's a wonder my ears haven't fallen off in protest of too much chatter."

Darcy leaned down and gave him a chaste peck on the cheek. "You secretly love it." She whispered in his ear. Logan attempted to snake his hand around to her posterior, but Darcy wiggled away before he could succeed.

Darcy really did love all her jobs.

Either Clint Barton was seeing things, or there was a girl sitting on the floor of the elevator, eating what appeared to be a roast beef sandwich, at 3:30 in the morning.

She waved. "Hey. Would you hit 23 for me? Moving is too much of an effort right now."

Clint hit the button, along with the one for his floor. As he watched the strange girl out of the corner of his eye, she took a huge bite of her sandwich, leaned back and moaned. And Jesus Christ on a crutch, did that make Clint's blood start to race. The girl was all lips and breasts and hips and acres of pale, pale skin that begged to be touched.

"So, I'm assuming you're Green Arrow, because the Assassins Two are the only ones I haven't really met yet. Did you really attempt to blow Loki up with an arrow? Because this one time I Tased Thor, so that must make us blood brothers or soul mates or something. But why a bow and arrow? I mean, I get the fascination with ancient weaponry – Lord knows I love me some swordplay, if you know what I mean – but that just seems like bringing a knife to a gun fight."

Clint just stared at the girl sitting on the floor. With a sigh, he lowered himself into a seating position and held out his hand. "Woman, do you ever stop talking? I'm Clint."

The girl smiled as the archer sat next to her in the floor. She shook the offered hand. "Darcy. I'm Dr. Foster's research assistant." She held out her sandwich. "Want a bite? Because this baby is giving me a foodgasm and it would just be rude not to share in the fun."

Clint took a bite of the sandwich and nearly moaned himself. "Wha is dus?" he mumbled around the food in his mouth.

"An ultimate tri-tip sandwich. Basically it's a shit-ton of beef between two halves of a toasted, garlic-buttered sourdough loaf. AKA my one true love." Darcy said before she took another bite herself.

He swallowed. "It's good." And so the two sat on the floor of the elevator, sharing the sandwich and talking about their respective experiences with Norse gods, until it reached Darcy's floor. As the elevator dinged, Darcy stood up. "See ya later, Green Arrow." He admired the curve of her ass as she walked down the hall to her room. He was definitely going to spend more time in the air ducts around the lab.

As Darcy dropped her bag on the floor of her living room, her tablet gave a shrill little ring. Definitely going to change that to something cooler, Darcy thought to herself as she pulled the offending piece of technology out.

Darcy had set up a notification system on her tablet that basically let her know when any new information arose about her new roommates. Technically she wasn't supposed to still be accessing SHIELD's databases, but…oh well. As she accessed the folder – an e-mail exchange between Fury and Agent Hill – she let out a little squee. Thor would be back tomorrow!

Darcy Lewis's List of Things Needed for Thor's Homecoming Party:
1. Tequila. Well, booze in general, but definitely tequila
2. Her guaranteed-people-please "Obnoxious Table Dancing" Playlist
3. Something sexy for Jane to wear
4. Tony Stark's party floor
5. All the cool people