And yet another random adventure of gods, goddesses, and a variety of purely insane individuals. Now including Odin, Frigga, and Guatemalan food.

It was several weeks before the events of the day which Darcy now simply refers to as The Roof Incident (yes, she even uses capitals) resurfaces. With a vengeance. Leaving Darcy wanting to run for the Himalaya's. Or Jotunheim. Whichever is easier to hide in, which is probably Jotunheim.

Thor had been gone for almost a week, away on a family visit to Asgard. Of course, Darcy hadn't considered any of the potential ramifications of this little trip or the fact that Thor apparently couldn't keep his mouth shut. Nope, none of that had crossed her mind. So when Thor came bursting into the gym where the rest of the Avengers were trying to convince Darcy that sparing with them was a wonderful idea (for getting them killed maybe; she was a member of the Morrigan's house after all) shouting that his parents were coming for a damn visit, well, Darcy should have seen it coming.

At first, she wasn't worried. After all it wasn't hard to disappear for a week and there was no reason why either Asgardian royal would want anything to do with her. Then Thor had to sweep her up in his arms and promptly informed her that his parents couldn't wait to meet their first granddaughter. He was really lucky she wasn't armed with her taser at that exact moment. As things stood, it had taken a lot of effort not to drop his ass into another dimension for a few minutes. Really, it wasn't that hard to do. Maybe something with giant snakes...

The sensation of crunching bones brought her back to reality and one of her hands came up to smack Thor on the back of the head. It didn't hurt him, after all she wasn't at full strength at the moment, but it did surprise him enough that he dropped her quickly. And hard. She definitely needed to talk to him about the right way to put someone down.

"Fuckin' hell Thor!" snapped Darcy as she stood, anger rolling off her in strong enough waves that the walls actually started to bend a little. That was the problem with being a powerful magic user: when you got mad things started unraveling at the molecular level. "WHY would you ever think it was a GOOD idea to TELL YOUR PARENTS Lopt and I EXIST? If we wanted them to know that, we would have already told them!"

Thor was just standing there blinking at her cluelessly with an expression that resembled an injured puppy. "I don't understand. Are you not happy my parents have been alerted of your existence? They will surely take you and your brother to court in Asgard where you may live in opulence and grandeur as a member of the royal family!"

Darcy groaned and forced her anger back into the little box she kept it locked away in. Really, distorting physical reality wasn't something she needed to be doing at the moment. "Thor, I grew up on Niflheim, primarily in the barrow-lands, bog lands, and the Longhouse of the Morrigan. I like it there, dead people and all. What makes you think I'd ever want to live on Asgard?"

Behind her, she could hear Tony sputter a little even as Clint made an odd kind of gagging noise. The others were silent, but she guessed it was out of shock because the walls were still looking deformed and she wasn't sure how to stop that now without focusing on the problem. Or maybe the deformities were from when they started to physically melt earlier. Either way...

"You live in hell?" exclaimed Tony, loudly.

Darcy shot Tony a 'wtf' look, momentarily glancing back at the others who are staring at her in various states of shock. Tracing back through what she'd just said, she remembered that the little bit about living in the land of the dead had been left out up until now. Huh, well that explained the hell comment. Human concepts of the dead were always really weird to her, but whatever. When in Rome and all that...well, actually her and Lopt had never acted like Romans when they were in Rome. The actions of the Roman people had always struck them as obnoxious and more than a little depraved. Except in the one city filled with people who called themselves Goths. Her and Lopt had totally fit in there. Digressing.

"Its not really Hell, so much as an area we share with the dead," explained Darcy in the most dismissive way she could. Trying to explain all this was going to take way too much effort. "And its not like we lived with the dead. They were in an area below where we lived. Besides, with Aunt Rohan there its more like living in a really weird kingdom than a place where dead people go. Plus, the dead are only there for so long before they get reincarnated and go back to whatever realm they're originally from as new people, so we never have to deal with them for long."

Her words didn't appear to offer any comfort. What. So. Ever.

"So, you don't wish to come live on Asgard?" questioned Thor uneasily.

"No!" snapped Darcy angrily. "Beyond the glint and general attitude of the population there's also what you're parents did to Dad, which I never agreed with before I even knew he was my father! Plus, they exiled Mother for telling the truth and banned Aunt Rohan by association. Why would I ever want to live in a place with people like that?"

Thor sighed and looked properly chastised. "I thought to tell my family because I believed they would want to know. You are their granddaughter, and your brother their grandson. My mother has long wished Loki and I would have children. She once even said that a vision had come to her of two young children, a boy and girl with great resemblance to Loki. My brother never believed her words until, perhaps, the day he met you."

Darcy was silent for a long moment before she began to speak softly. "Look, I know you didn't mean any harm Thor. But you've gotta understand that Derek and I have worked really hard to not to be found out about. We don't want your parents to know about us because we knew there was always the chance of a fight."

"Why would there be a fight?" asked Clint, one of his arms coming up to wrap around her shoulders. "Wouldn't it just be a 'oh, by the way, my daughter had your son's kids' comment?"

"You don't know much about Asgardians, do you?" asked Jane with a shake of her head. She'd heard the stories and knew exactly what Darcy was afraid of. "Odin and Frigga are likely to fight for the right to have both Darcy and Derek come live on Asgard, even if neither one wants to. Its a matter of honor for them: the twins are their kin, regardless of if their parents were married when they were born. Neither one will just let them go, not without trying to have some influence on their lives."

Darcy nodded, her head coming back to rest on Clint's shoulder. "The worst part is that Grandmother and Odin have a pact. So, basically, if Grandmother needs help, Odin has to help her and vice-versa. If Grandmother refuses to give in to Odin's demands concerning Derek and I, he could void the pact. Which could be very bad."

"Why wouldn't she just tell you to suck it up and deal?" asked Tony.

"It's what a good soldier would do," agreed Steve uneasily.

Darcy raised an eyebrow at both men. "You haven't been paying attention, have you? My grandmother is the goddess of war, strife, and fertility. She's all about female strength and won't force anyone to do anything they don't want to, much less her own granddaughter and grandson. For our whole lives she has allowed mother to raise us, no matter how much she disagreed with mother's choices. As far as she's concerned, its not her place to interfere in our lives, especially if its something like this."

Jane nodded slowly, moving to stand with Thor and rubbing her hand softly up and down his arm. "So, she won't make you do anything you don't want to."

"Nope," confirmed Darcy. "She never has before and I don't see her doing so now."

Thor sighed heavily. "So you will refuse an audience with Mother and Father?"

Darcy sighed and shook her head slowly. "No, I won't refuse to see them. If there's gonna be a political rift over this matter, I'm not gonna cause it." Thor started to grin again but she stopped him with a raised hand. "However, I won't put up with them disrespecting Mother or Aunt Rohan and there is no way I will let them have any influence on my life. It belongs to me and no one else has any right to criticize my choices or control my actions."

"That's reasonable," pointed out Clint. "I mean, its not like they knew about you or anything before now. Besides, what can they say? You're our granddaughter, do as we say?"

Clint didn't know how close his words came to matching her exact fears. In fact, as Darcy watched Odin and Frigga stroll into the training room with Thor where she was currently taking a break from her earlier sparing with Natasha, her stomach practically dropped out. No, this was a horrible idea and she wished now that she'd run instead.

Odin looked as proud as she had expected he would, single eye examining everything around him with the exacting precision of a military man. Beside him, Frigga looked like the mother goddess that she was, feminine in her floating gown of gold and delicate hair-do. It made Darcy feel grimy by comparison (which she was from working out, but still).

When both royal's eyes landed on her, all she wanted to do was open a portal and disappear. She could feel the judgment in their eyes. Here she was, an immortal choosing to live as a mortal and training in the art of battle. Yeah, Sif had revolutionized a lot of things but women warriors still weren't popular on Asgard. Well, not full time warriors. She damn well knew that Frigga could defend both her home and herself if the need arose.

"Father, Mother, this is Lady Rowena," introduced Thor, who was practically bouncing up and down in his excitement. "She is Loki's daughter and twin to Lopt."

Odin looked Darcy up and down as best he could given she was sitting on the floor with one leg bent towards her body while the other was stretched out. Her back was pressed against the wall and though she knew standing would be polite, right now it really wasn't appealing. Still, she didn't really want to start an inter-realm debate because her legs were a little tired.

With all the grace of a raven, she slid to her feet and stepped forward, though she didn't offer her hand. Sweaty handshakes weren't polite, no matter what mortal politicians said. It was disgusting. "Allfather, it's a pleasure to meet you."

His eyes swept over her again now that she was standing, attempting to make her self-conscious perhaps. It was hard to say. Beside him, Frigga was looking her over as well, though with far more glee.

"You're my granddaughter then?" questioned Odin, voice carefully neutral.

Darcy nodded slightly. "So it would seem. Though, it surprised me as much as it probably did you."

Odin started to respond but Frigga stepped in front of him, drawing Darcy's attention. The older woman looked her up and down, circling Darcy in a way that made her incredibly uneasy. When Frigga came to stand in front of her again, there was a grin on her lips. "Oh Rowena, it's wonderful to meet you!"

Suddenly, and much to Darcy's unease, she was swept up rather rapidly into a tight hug. "I always wished for grandchildren but neither your father or Uncle ever seemed willing to produce any!"

Thor blushed horribly and started to sputter something that sounded like it could have been an excuse, but Frigga continued unabashed, releasing Darcy again. Her hands rested on Darcy's shoulders as she looked her over again. "Oh darling, you're beautiful! Just as I envisioned any grandchildren of mine would be!" Leaning forward, she dropped her voice a little as if speaking a secret. "You will be well coveted on Asgard."

"I'm sure I would be," muttered Darcy as she pulled away from Frigga gently. Frigga frowned. "But, Lady Frigga, as I'm sure Thor has told you, I have no intention of coming to Asgard. Besides, I have a man already." Much to Clint's horror, Darcy grabbed his arm and dragged him to her side without a second thought.

Odin's eye slide to Clint, looking him over with the same scrutiny that he'd shown Darcy. That same eye narrowed, somewhat unhappily. "He's a mortal."

Darcy shrugged and gripped his arm tighter when he tried to subtly pull it away. "Yeah. I've been with him before though. Hell, we were almost married I think. It was fun until he died a bloody death."

Clint stopped moving to shot her a pained look. "Thanks Darce, that makes everything sound so much better."

Again, she shrugged. "Hey, at least you died in battle." Looking back at Odin, she was careful to catch his eye before continuing in a far more serious voice. "Clint's a archer, Allfather. A warrior by nature. He works with Thor to hunt down the baddies who want us all dead and kicks their asses to the moon. Honorable, noble, and brave. Three things we respect in the Morrigan's house and the three that you respect in your own." Her words were pointed: my family approves, butt out.

Odin nodded slowly as her message sunk in, eyes returning to Clint where he stood with his best military expression in place. "The Morrigan approves of him?"

"He'll be brought to her realm to spend an eternity with our family if he so chooses," confirmed Darcy mildly. "That's pretty much the best go-ahead that you can get from her."

A smile twitched at the edge of Odin's lips as he nodded. "I can accept this, then. Though, do understand young warrior that you will be entering a chaotic household. The Morrigan's realm has never been calm nor will it ever be with her brood present."

Clint gave his best cocky smirk and looked to Darcy, who was trying not to giggle. Chaotic was being kind when describing her family. "Bring it."

Darcy grinned up at him, cocking an eyebrow slightly in his direciton. "Even if Loki's gonna be your father-in-law?"

"That will take some getting used to," admitted Clint with a wince. His previous cocky grin was replaced by a soft smile, his eyes focusing on her with all the adoration that he could muster. "Doesn't matter though. Your worth it."

Frigga huffed a little, shaking her head sadly but there was a touch of a smile on her lips. Apparently, even she could agree with this. It probably helped that sappy Clint appealed to her romantic side. Though, how she still had one of those after being married to Odin for who knew how long Darcy wasn't sure. The man seemed to have a good sense of humor (if not a bit demented, but what god didn't have one of those?), but she guessed he was lacking in the romantic department. "I still believe you would find an excellent match on Asgard, but it seems your preferences have been made known. You choose well, regardless. Perhaps your brother will be more willing to search our halls for a mate. Speaking of him, where is this brother you have?"

Darcy glanced at her watch, ignoring the comment about her brother. She wasn't about to be the one to tell her grandmother that she was pretty sure he favored guys. "Court."

Odin looked impressed. "Your brother rules?"

"Yeah," confirmed Darcy with a roll of her eyes. "He rules at kicking legal ass. The man graduated from Columbia with honors. Now he works for the Attorney General as a prosecutor for the state. Basically, he's part of the legal system."

Clint gave her a slack-jawed look of wide-eyed shock. "Your brother got into Columbia?"

"My brother set the standards for his year," snorted Darcy with a shake of her head. "We're Loki's kids. He's not stupid. Neither is our mother. Plus, we've got roughly 1200 years of life/death/immortal experience behind us. I could have done the same as him but political science sounded more interesting."

Tony snorted. "How the hell is political science more interesting than, well, anything else? Its not even a real science!"

"Eh," shrugged Darcy. "I blame Machiavelli. Spent too much time hanging out with him during the late-14-early-15 hundreds."

"You knew Machiavelli?" questioned Natasha, her face as impassive as possible given the conversation.

Clint smirked. "So, you were literally inspired by Machiavelli?"

"Pretty much," confirmed Darcy as she glanced at her watch again then stepped back, dragging Clint with her. "Court's done."

The words were barely out of her mouth before a crack and flash lit up the room much as had happened the first time Derek had showed up out of nowhere. The light was gone almost before people could register it and Darcy's twin was standing there looking irritated. In a full suit with a briefcase in hand.

"Are they actually here yet or can I change?" asked Derek curiously, eyes focused on Darcy.

Darcy gestured to Odin and Frigga. "They're here but go change. Seriously, no rush."

"Sweet," replied Derek before he disappeared in another flash of light.

It was just after he'd vanished that Fury came storming into the gym with Agents Coulson and Hill on his tail. Fury looked pissed. "Does anyone want to explain to me why there are random Asgardians in my motherfucking base?"

Darcy pointed at Thor. "Blame Thor."

Fury cocked an eyebrow at her. "Somehow, I suspect you have more to do with this."

"Hardly," snorted Darcy. "This was not my idea. Like I said, blame Thor."

"My parents are hardly 'random Asgardians', as you put it," objected Thor before Fury could continue his back and forth with Darcy.

Fury opened his mouth to respond but another bright flash of light cut through the room, leaving Derek standing there in jeans and a t-shirt. "That's better. Though I love beating defense lawyers into the ground with a good verbal backhand, I wish the suits were optional."

"You chose it," pointed out Darcy mildly as she glanced at her watch. "Wanna grab dinner?"

"Sure," shrugged Derek. "Where from?"

Darcy screwed up her forehead in concentration for all of two seconds. "That Mexican place with the salsa dance floor?"

"I think its Guatemalan," corrected Derek. "But sure, always fun."

"Sick, anyone else wanna come?" asked Darcy with a cocked head as she turned to look at the rest of the room. Everyone looked a little uneasy except Odin who was looking at her expectantly. "Oh right, introductions. Sorry, dinner came up." Clearing her throat, she turned to face both Asgardians. "Allfather, Lady Frigga, this is Lopt, my twin brother. Lopt, Odin and Frigga." She even accompanied the introductions with the proper hand gestures. "So intro's done, lets get dinner."

Lopt nodded happily. "Agreed. Maybe we can get some of those round things we got last time."

"Oh, those were good," agreed Darcy as she grabbed Clint's arm and headed for the exit with him in tow and Lopt beside her. "What were those called?"

Fury cut in just as Lopt opened his mouth, halting all other conversations. "As interesting as I'm sure this conversation is, Miss Lewis who is this man?"

Lopt blinked in surprise. "You don't know me? Wow. That's kinda surprising given you're head of a government agency. I'm Derek Malkolm, Attorney for the state of New York and candidate for Attorney General."

"Seriously?" asked Darcy with a raised eyebrow. "Just candidate? I'd think after you dunked the Warren case last year you'd be good."

"Yeah, well, there is another candidate," explained Derek with a shrug. "Remember Matt Merdock?"

Darcy grinned. "The blind guy? Dude, he's awesome."

"He's up too." Derek leaned down to mutter to his sister. "Personally, I hope he gets it. He's been at this longer than me and he's a kick-ass attorney."

"At least if you loose its to a good man," pointed out Darcy. "And the state doesn't loose either way, because you'd both be good."

"Exactly," confirmed Derek before he turned back to Fury. "So, I'm an attorney for the state and her immortal brother. Can we go now?"

Another crack echoed behind them suddenly, causing Clint to spin violently towards the sound while the twins just causally turned their heads. Loki was left standing in the middle of the gym sans armor with a dark-haired woman in a green dress embroidered with Celtic knot work. She smiled when her eyes landed on the twins who quickly changed direction and practically ran towards the woman.

"Mom!" their unified explanation echoed through the room as they threw their arms around the woman. "What are you doing here?"

The woman hummed slightly, hugging both of her children tightly. "Loki said you two were up to no good."

"Always," confirmed the twins with identical mischievous grins. "Trouble is best when it comes in pairs."

Loki laughed even as the woman shook her head in disbelief. "So you say. See what you missed Loki? All the lovely adventures your children got mixed up in."

"Ah but Kith'ka, if I'd been there they would have gotten into more trouble," pointed out Loki with a grin of his own. One of his arms wrapped around the woman as the twins released her. "Of course, there is always time for that now."

The woman, Kith'ka, groaned and pressed a hand to the side of her face but her grin was still visible. "Mother always warned me about the mischievous ones."

"So did Rohan," pointed out Loki.

Kith'ka raised an eyebrow at him as her hand dropped away. "You gist. Rohan encouraged me. She always did like you. Thor, no. But she had a soft spot for you."

"How does anyone not like Thor?" wondered Tony out loud. "The man's a puppy in hu-er-Asgardian skin."

"He was an ass when we arrived on Asgard," explained Kith'ka. "He didn't like that Rohan would not bow to him and that neither of us seemed to 'understand the proper way to greet a prince'."

Loki shook his head. "That never did make sense to me. You were both newly made immortals. What could be expected of you?"

Kith'ka shrugged and turned back towards the twins. "Now, what were you two up to before we arrived?"

"Dinner," replied the twins. "Wanna join us?"

"Sounds wonderful," agreed Loki, his arm returning to Kith'ka's waist. His eyes drifted to Odin and Frigga for a moment but a simple nod seemed to carry all messages between them. Namely: I'll be civil if you will. Odin's return nod implied agreement, which eased Darcy's mind a fraction of a stress-bar. Honestly, her father and Odin fighting had been the least of her concerns that night.

"Was anyone else coming?" asked Kithka curiously, bring Darcy out of her thoughts.

Darcy shrugged and stepped back, hands sliding into the pockets of her training pants. "I'm dragging Clint along."

"The most recent incarnation of your love," nodded Kith'ka as her eyes strayed to Clint, who was standing uneasily next to Fury. "I have always wanted to meet this man."

Clint choked a little. Fury apparently took pity on him because he pounded him lightly on the back. Coulson looked as if he was trying not to laugh, along with Natasha who'd wondered over to him during the commotion.

Darcy's brows furrowed lightly as she considered something. "I thought you did 700 years ago."

"No, that was Rohan," corrected Kith'ka. "I was walking the stream that time."

"Oh," muttered Darcy before she turned to look at Derek. "You've met him, right?"

Derek snorted. "I almost took his head off about 800 years ago, around the time you two first met."

Darcy shot Derek a 'really?' look but the memory seemed to come back quickly because she snapped her fingers suddenly. "Right, I almost kicked your ass for that one."

"Something like that," confirmed Derek uneasily (read: Darcy totally kicked his ass but he doesn't want to recall getting his ass beat by his sister). "Anyway, dinner?"

"Yeah, dinner," agreed Darcy as she walked back over to Clint and grabbed his hand again. "Anyone else wanna come along?"

Odin and Frigga exchanged glances but nodded none the less. Thor grinned and practically bound past Fury and his grim gang of agents like a hyper puppy. "Please, allow me to collect my fair Jane and then we will gladly join you!"

"Whatever floats your boat dude," shrugged Darcy as she looked back around the room. "Anyone else?"

Fury bristled a little. "Miss Lewis, I must object-"

"Lewis?" questioned Frigga in surprise. "What is this Lewis non-sense? Your last name is Lokisana."

"Actually, my last name is Morrigana but that's not really relevant here," corrected Darcy as she focused on Fury. "What's to object to? It'll be a family outing, plus two. Or, you know, five if the rest of the Avengers decide to tag along." Turning, she grinned at the others. "What do you guys think?"

Tony shrugged. "Guatemalan food and probable entertainment? I'm in. Let me call Pep and she can meet us there."

Steve looked uneasy but nodded none the less. Darcy was willing to bet his agreement had more to do with believing they needed someone to supervise them than any actual interest in joining their shenanigans. She knew his presence would reduce the chance of Fury blowing a gasket though.

Beside Darcy, Clint sent Natasha a pleading look that clearly said 'please come? I need someone to help me'. Natasha, for her part, rolled her eyes but nodded. "I'm in as well."

"Think we need a reservation with twelve of us?" wondered Derek mildly.

"Nah, we'll be fine," shrugged Darcy. "Worst case, we wait a few minutes." Glancing back at Fury, she gave him a wide grin. "Wanna come too, boss?"

"What I want is for random Asgardians to stop appearing in my motherfucking base," grumbled Fury with a sigh. "Look, Lewis, you can't just take a group of alien gods out into the city on a whim."

Darcy shrugged. "Why not? We do it with Thor all the time. Plus, by your logic I'm a 'random alien god' too and I go out on a whim almost nightly."

"You were also raised on Earth," pointed out Fury as patiently as he could. "Miss Lewis, I can't allow you to take them out of the base unsupervised. I'm sorry."

Derek cocked an eyebrow at Fury. "You do know she can freeze time, right? And that if anything started to happen we could sorta stop it? Well," he looked at Darcy with a furrowed brow, "could we?"

"I had a meeting with Gaia the other day. She cleared us to use magic freely to solve, and I quote, 'any dispute directly involving any member of our immediate family which is relevant to us'," explained Darcy. "In other words, if Dad, Mom, Grandfather, Grandmother, or anyone else we're related to starts a fight, we can get involved without worrying about retaliation."

"Sweet," clapped Derek. "So, family conflicts aren't a concern. Any other issues?"

Fury groaned. "That isn't the issue. This breaks every protocol and regulation we have in place!"

"Well, what would make it follow protocol?" asked Darcy. She raised one hand, ticking off points as she went. "We aren't going out unsupervised, the entire Avengers team will be there. They'll be escorted around by people who can handle anything that happens, i.e. Derek and I. No one will be able to recognize them, so that isn't an issue." Odin made a sound like he wanted to object but Darcy ignored that. "I've seen the depictions of both Odin and Frigga, and they don't look anything like the real-deal. Furthermore, Mom never made it into human legend so that's not a concern. Most people probably won't recognize Dad because, well, no one's really gotten a good look at him in any of the news footage. And Thor goes out all the time with Jane, so if there was gonna be an issue it would have already happened. The only issue I can foresee is us having to wait for a table. Anything I missed?"

"Security checks," commented Coulson mildly as he glanced through a pile of papers he'd produced from seemingly nowhere. She swore the man was magic himself. Or his clothes were the wearable equivalent of a Mary Poppins bag.

Darcy shrugged. "For the restaurant or the Asgardians? Because Derek and I have been to that place before and we didn't see or hear anything questionable. Plus, JARVIS could probably run a background check before we could blink. Right JARVIS?"

"Absolutely Miss Lewis," confirmed the disembodied British voice that was JARVIS. "Would you like me to do so?"

"Yes please," confirmed Darcy.

Behind her Odin had a sword in hand rather suddenly. "What magic is this?"

"Technology," supplied Darcy with only half a glance back at the Allfather. "And put that thing away, you're making Steve nervous."

True to her word, Steve looked more than a little uneasy. Everyone stared at the super-soldier for a moment, making the man blush. "He pulled it out of almost nowhere..."

"There's a scabbard on his belt," explained Derek with a shrug. To Darcy he added"We should make them leave all weapons here."

"Good idea," agreed Darcy. "Alright all Asgardian's, please deposit all weapons into the bin that has magically appeared by the door."

Said bin popped into existence rather suddenly and directly next to the door as advertised. It was big, blue, labeled 'Weapons Go Here' and looked identical to a recycling bin if a recycling bin was large enough to dump a small munitions factory in. It was also floating with little glittery spots around it. And a giant arrow with the words 'Please Leave All Weapons Here Before Exiting the Gym/Landing Pad' hovering above it.

"I object!" exclaimed Odin unhappily. "I am a warrior and will not easily hand over my armaments!"

Darcy shrugged mildly. "Then you can stay here or go back to Asgard. You're not the king of this planet. Different rules apply. 'Sides, it'd be bad if you caused an inter-realm incident 'cause you accidentally skewered someone."

Odin scowled. "Again, I refuse to hand over my arms."

"Hey, you can keep those. All we want are your weapons," joked Clint uneasily.

Darcy blinked at him for a moment before what was said actually registered. It took a lot of will power to suppress her laughter. Derek looked to be struggling too. A smirk was on his face and he kept doing the snort thing he did when he was suppressing his laughter.

Apparently, Odin didn't understand because he scowled at Clint but Frigga broke in before an actual fight could start. "Odin, stop being difficult and hand over your weapons. I won't have you ruin a chance to get to know our grandchildren because you're too bullheaded to follow the rules. I can understand their concerns. You make visitors disarm before entering your realm, they're merely asking you to do the same."

The grumbling didn't stop but Odin did proceed to dump his sword into the bin along with a wicked looking knife that he'd had in his boot. "Happy?"

"Exceptionally," confirmed Frigga as she retook his arm after depositing her own knife in the bin. "Now, shall we go?"

"Yeah," confirmed Darcy who was still trying to restrain her laughter. "Lets get out of here. Unless you still object, Director Fury?"

Fury sighed unhappily, one hand coming up to rub his forehead. "Agent Coulson, Agent Hill, grab your coats. We're going along on this little trip down insanity lane."

"Yes, sir," replied both Hill and Coulson as they turned and left the room. Darcy could have sworn she saw Coulson and Hill exchange a subtle high-five before the door shut behind them, but she could have been wrong. Probably not though.

Grinning, Darcy linked arms with Clint and started towards the doors herself. "Right, this way people! Guatemalan food and dancing await!"

Darcy and Derek would later maintain that everything went off without a hitch. Fury would disagree. The photographic evidence that would later emerge curtsey of Stark didn't help matters either. Everyone emerged relatively unscathed and alive though, which really was all that mattered. At least, that was the stance Darcy was taking and she was sticking to it. Even when she semi-died two weeks later.

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