Playlist
Title: Playlist
Fandom: The Avengers (2012)
Rating: R for language
Characters/Pairings:None
Warnings Completely movie!verse
Summary: Darcy Lewis' life was pretty awesome. And would be even more awesome if that thieving bastard, Coulson, gave back her iPod.
Disclaimer: So much fiction, Heimdall could see it!
Darcy was spitting mad when she and Jane reached Tromso only to find out it was all a ruse: a really good and well-paid one, but still a ruse. Of course, Darcy was equally glad that someone in SHIELD realized the dangers Jane would face with Loki rampaging like a thirteen-year-old on fifteen cans of Red Bull and maybe even bath salts.
“I know it was him!" Jane declared acidly as they watched the horror unfold on television. “He did this on purpose so I wouldn’t be near when Thor came!”
Darcy didn’t need any further explanation: there was only one him for both her and Jane: Agent Coulson.
The mild-faced SHIELD agent managed to dislocate both their lives when he and his goons stampeded through their lab, seizing everything, even Darcy’s hard-earned iPod.
Of course, once Thor made his intentions known and the dust settled on Puente Antiguo, Coulson returned their stuff with equal speed, minus Darcy’s iPod. Something she never forgave him for.
Jane, the traitor, quickly lost her righteous anger when Thor managed to literally drop by their lab in the middle of Snotfreeze, Norway, which, by the way, still fell below freezing by four PM in the middle of goddamn May.
The two lovebirds predictably locked themselves in Jane’s temporary apartment while Darcy visited bajillion websites, trying to catch glimpses of the alien army and the hotasses fighting them.
Even with the shaky camera shots, Darcy was able to make out the absolute hideousness of the attackers and the damage they’d wrought on Manhattan.
By the time she and Jane returned to New Mexico, Darcy was really pissed. She’d been saving up every penny so she could spend four days in NYC, visiting the sights, window-shopping all the fabulous stores she would one day breeze through when she became … something else than Dr. Jane Foster’s research assistant.
But her anger died a slow agonizing death in the following days when Jane had to once again deal with her … godfriend's? boyfriend's? lover’s? absence. But if his leaving had in any way affected Jane, it was only to make her even more determined to repair the Bifrost from Earth’s end.
Darcy didn’t make one sarcastic comment: what Jane had was true love, and dammit, if that meant they had to live on Doritos, Pop-tarts, and … Red Bull, then that’s what they will do until Thor drops by, again.
So, Darcy was chugging along, feeling mighty righteous when the familiar brown UPS truck pulled up to the lab. She waved 'hi' to Bob, the delivery guy. He came by so often that Darcy knew his birthday, that he was Jewish, and his wife was currently pregnant with their first baby.
“What you got for me?” she asked cheerfully.
“Whatever it is, it’s light!” Bob tossed a small box to her, gave a wave to Jane who, miraculously, acknowledged his presence with a small nod.
Darcy had already torn the package open by the time she reached her desk. She looked at the small box, wondering what kind of maniacal piece of machinery could be so deviously tiny.
“Jane, did you order a new taser for me?” Darcy sing-songed. “And if you did, thank you!”
Jane smirked and said, “Yeah, that’s exactly what I got for your birthday.” She picked up her purse. “I have to get some readings. Be back soon!”
Darcy absently waved her farewell as Jane charged out of the lab. Her curiosity doubled when she saw what was nestled in the box: it was her old iPod. Feeling confused Darcy opened the small card that was neatly taped to the lid.
The handwriting was neat if also unremarkable, like the person who had wielded the pen.
I finally found your iPod. I apologize for taking so long to return it to its rightful owner. I would have returned it sooner but my attention was focused elsewhere.
Respectfully,
Agent Coulson
And Darcy knew.
She felt heat burn her throat before it traveled up to her face. Darcy was in full kill-mode kind of rage while she watched what had happened to NYC. But she didn’t personally know anyone who suffered from the attack, so she was able to keep it from being too depressing.
Anger was cheap; grief was not.
But now, now Darcy knew someone who had paid the ultimate price. Someone she would never see again no matter how hard Darcy tried. And blended with the pain was bitter confusion because Agent Coulson, the bastard, seemed invincible to Darcy. Someone who could ninja his way out of any situation and then file the right forms by the end of business day because he was. Just. That. Anal.
Darcy held the iPod like it was a small, fragile living creature, curling her body around it before falling victim to her tears. But even in her grief Darcy made sure her iPod didn’t get wet. It was much too valuable now. More than ever before.
Fandom: The Avengers (2012)
Rating: R for language
Characters/Pairings:None
Warnings Completely movie!verse
Summary: Darcy Lewis' life was pretty awesome. And would be even more awesome if that thieving bastard, Coulson, gave back her iPod.
Disclaimer: So much fiction, Heimdall could see it!
Darcy was spitting mad when she and Jane reached Tromso only to find out it was all a ruse: a really good and well-paid one, but still a ruse. Of course, Darcy was equally glad that someone in SHIELD realized the dangers Jane would face with Loki rampaging like a thirteen-year-old on fifteen cans of Red Bull and maybe even bath salts.
“I know it was him!" Jane declared acidly as they watched the horror unfold on television. “He did this on purpose so I wouldn’t be near when Thor came!”
Darcy didn’t need any further explanation: there was only one him for both her and Jane: Agent Coulson.
The mild-faced SHIELD agent managed to dislocate both their lives when he and his goons stampeded through their lab, seizing everything, even Darcy’s hard-earned iPod.
Of course, once Thor made his intentions known and the dust settled on Puente Antiguo, Coulson returned their stuff with equal speed, minus Darcy’s iPod. Something she never forgave him for.
Jane, the traitor, quickly lost her righteous anger when Thor managed to literally drop by their lab in the middle of Snotfreeze, Norway, which, by the way, still fell below freezing by four PM in the middle of goddamn May.
The two lovebirds predictably locked themselves in Jane’s temporary apartment while Darcy visited bajillion websites, trying to catch glimpses of the alien army and the hotasses fighting them.
Even with the shaky camera shots, Darcy was able to make out the absolute hideousness of the attackers and the damage they’d wrought on Manhattan.
By the time she and Jane returned to New Mexico, Darcy was really pissed. She’d been saving up every penny so she could spend four days in NYC, visiting the sights, window-shopping all the fabulous stores she would one day breeze through when she became … something else than Dr. Jane Foster’s research assistant.
But her anger died a slow agonizing death in the following days when Jane had to once again deal with her … godfriend's? boyfriend's? lover’s? absence. But if his leaving had in any way affected Jane, it was only to make her even more determined to repair the Bifrost from Earth’s end.
Darcy didn’t make one sarcastic comment: what Jane had was true love, and dammit, if that meant they had to live on Doritos, Pop-tarts, and … Red Bull, then that’s what they will do until Thor drops by, again.
So, Darcy was chugging along, feeling mighty righteous when the familiar brown UPS truck pulled up to the lab. She waved 'hi' to Bob, the delivery guy. He came by so often that Darcy knew his birthday, that he was Jewish, and his wife was currently pregnant with their first baby.
“What you got for me?” she asked cheerfully.
“Whatever it is, it’s light!” Bob tossed a small box to her, gave a wave to Jane who, miraculously, acknowledged his presence with a small nod.
Darcy had already torn the package open by the time she reached her desk. She looked at the small box, wondering what kind of maniacal piece of machinery could be so deviously tiny.
“Jane, did you order a new taser for me?” Darcy sing-songed. “And if you did, thank you!”
Jane smirked and said, “Yeah, that’s exactly what I got for your birthday.” She picked up her purse. “I have to get some readings. Be back soon!”
Darcy absently waved her farewell as Jane charged out of the lab. Her curiosity doubled when she saw what was nestled in the box: it was her old iPod. Feeling confused Darcy opened the small card that was neatly taped to the lid.
The handwriting was neat if also unremarkable, like the person who had wielded the pen.
I finally found your iPod. I apologize for taking so long to return it to its rightful owner. I would have returned it sooner but my attention was focused elsewhere.
Respectfully,
Agent Coulson
And Darcy knew.
She felt heat burn her throat before it traveled up to her face. Darcy was in full kill-mode kind of rage while she watched what had happened to NYC. But she didn’t personally know anyone who suffered from the attack, so she was able to keep it from being too depressing.
Anger was cheap; grief was not.
But now, now Darcy knew someone who had paid the ultimate price. Someone she would never see again no matter how hard Darcy tried. And blended with the pain was bitter confusion because Agent Coulson, the bastard, seemed invincible to Darcy. Someone who could ninja his way out of any situation and then file the right forms by the end of business day because he was. Just. That. Anal.
Darcy held the iPod like it was a small, fragile living creature, curling her body around it before falling victim to her tears. But even in her grief Darcy made sure her iPod didn’t get wet. It was much too valuable now. More than ever before.