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Darcy had to admit, science could be awesome.
Yeah, sure, the usual stuff was boring as fuck: writing down numbers in a freaking Excel graph – yeah, an Excel graph, for fuck’s sake, wouldn’t you think an astrophysicist working with (not for, duh) S.H.I.E.L.D. would go for some more advanced programs? Think again, folks – was not particularly exciting.
Wait, what was she talking about? That thought was particularly tangled, but –
Goddamn it Darce! Think straight, would you?
Anyways, as of now, Darcy was really pleased with science. And physics. And whatever space-stuff was going on.
Because stuff was literally falling from the sky and disappearing.
With a quick glance towards her intern, Ian, she was pleased to see him flabbergasted (what a pretty word, she should use it more often) about the whole ordeal.
“See, my young padawan, this is the kind of stuff we’re dealing with. That, and alien”, she explained proudly, tapping him lightly on the back.
However, the whole thing was cut quite short when Ian, smiling like a kid on Christmas morning, threw something metallic into the void.
Something metallic that never fell back.
“Were those… the car keys?” asked Darcy.
Judging by the sorry look Ian was giving her, it probably was.
Great.
Now they’d have to take a cab (meaning, they’d have to wait for the cab), or take the bus (sooo not happening), or walk home. Absolutely fantas-fucking-tic.
“Where’s Jane?” asked Ian, following a kinda pissed Darcy out of the building.
Darcy froze on her tracks, before slowly turning around. Amaze-balls. Her boss had probably wandered off somewhere, doing some weird sciency-stuff by herself – which couldn’t mean good news, of course, because weird sciency-stuff always meant someone was getting hurt.
“I’ll go get her,” Darcy explained as she made her way back to where she saw Jane last. “Make sure the kids go home, okay? We wouldn’t want them falling through one of these port –”
The remaining words of her sentence disappeared with her, as she stumbled upon a rock and fell through the floor.
SHIT. Should have stayed in bed, should have stayed in bed, should have stayed in bed!
Her fall did not last long: Darcy’s knees made contact with the floor (not a rocky, cracked one, but a smooth, warm floor) and she hissed in pain.
“Motherfucker!” she yelled.
A gasp made her raise her head, and she froze.
A couple of feet from Darcy, stood a woman clothed with a luxurious gown. Her hair, a gorgeous shade of blond, was cascading down her back in waves, half of it pinned up. She was looking at Darcy with her mouth slightly open.
And, right behind the woman, looking paler than before, was Dude.
Darcy stood up, pointing an accusing finger in his direction, while narrowing her eyes.
“YOU!” she said.
And, because Darcy thought this was absolutely lame (especially in front of the woman who was so stunning she probably was a goddess – which could be absolutely true, because Darcy probably was on Asgard, and if Thor was a god, then…), she added:
“You so need a haircut. You look like –”
And, for the second time in only a couple of seconds, Darcy was cut short, thanks to an arm that appeared from somewhere in-between the floor and the ceiling. An arm apparently reaching for something.
Oh God, please be Ian, please be Ian, please…
Shouts erupted from behind her and, judging by the tone they were using, they were not especially happy to have an intruder there. Not that Darcy could have helped in the situation, but something told her that, if she was found, it wouldn’t turn out good for her. So, without any further hesitation, Darcy jumped as high as she could and grabbed the hand, screaming as she was lifted back to the hangar. She and Ian rolled on the floor, away from the portal, small rocks scratching her hands in the process.
“Shit!”
Seriously, she needed a bubble bath after that. Like, a scorching hot one. With a beer, a scented candle, and maybe a People – or whatever equivalent they were selling here. Maybe watching a couple episodes of Downtown Abbey wouldn’t hurt either – she was in London, after all, she had to embrace the British stuff!
Once Darcy realized she truly was back on Earth, she let out a loud sigh. Ian was awkwardly smiling at her, his right arm still on her wrist, the other, lost somewhere a little too South for Darcy’s taste.
“Hands off, Casanova.”
Ian stood up quickly, apologising something Darcy didn’t care to hear. Freaking out her intern was fun, but had started to lose its charm after a couple of days.
“Damn, I didn’t know you were that strong. Where do you work out?”
“What?” Ian asked, apparently not following her.
Darcy shrugged. She had urgent matters to attend to.
Because if she had fallen into a portal, Darcy was 110% sure Jane had willingly walked into one (being a crazy scientist and all).
She had to find her friend.
Unfortunately for her, Jane would take her sweet-ass time to reappear, meaning Darcy had to call the police before they decided to simply show up and arrest them all.
Something was telling her that Jane hadn’t ended up on Asgard as she had (that something being the crazy what the fuck stuff that her friend was shouting from her body to a police officer, seriously what the shit).
But Thor had showed up, being all sexy as usual, and had simply told them that he would take care of Jane, before storming off (or flying off?) back to his world, Jane in his arms.
“Why do they always leave me behind? I’m tired of cleaning everyone’s shit!”
Although, when Darcy turned around, and her eyes fell on the poor Ian, who didn’t know what was happening (who could blame him, right), she remembered why she had wanted an intern in the first place. And Ian proved himself to be even more useful than she thought when he called his uncle, the freaking mayor, who cleared the whole thing with the police. Darcy could now go enjoy her bubble bath and booze, just as she had planned.
Well, the day may have been crazy, but it hadn’t been an all bad kinda crazy.