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Jane forgets to live life quite often. Even now that she doesn’t have to worry about where her funding is going to come from or if her colleagues are going to think her crazy; even now that Thor’s back and she’s not constantly consumed with the need to find out what went wrong.
It’s something Darcy, apparently, can’t abide by. Because once a month her ex-intern-turned-S.H.I.E.L.D.-lackey forces her out of the lab. Out of the tower and out of sight of Thor and her experiments and Tony’s hands that she knows are just itching to get at her equipment and make “improvements.”
Jane’s always surprised that she has fun. She’s never been one to go clubbing before, but when she goes with Darcy it feels like this is just an extension of her world. Like she belongs in the throng of people dancing and drinking and enjoying the loud music (the kind that Jane can’t stand any other time of the month).
She always feels a little bit jealous of Darcy the next day. Jane’s not really part of that world, (with the lights and the laughter and the general feel of just living) she’s just borrowing the moment for a night. Darcy’s entire life, Jane thinks, is one long choreographed dance of living.