Greetings from Sokovia
Clint found Darcy and Jane a few blocks away from their house. There was an unconscious man lying on the sidewalk and his two friends were still freaking out. Darcy ate most of the candies in her Baggies and Jane was mumbling some incoherent words. He stopped on his tracks and squinted his eyes. Hey, this guy looks familiar. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen him somewhere. Oh dear, he is familiar.
“Did you just tased Thor? As in Thor the son of Odin?” He asked.
“CLINT!” Darcy cried and flung herself towards him.
“He’s not dead. I’ve checked.” Jane nodded.
“What did he do?” He crouched down and winced at the swollen bump on Thor’s head. That’s going to hurt like hell.
“We thought he was going to kill us.” Darcy rambled.
“Did you call Phil?” Jane nodded and told him about Phil’s 10 minutes rant.
“Okay. He has a room in our place.” He started and bit back a chuckle when Darcy and Jane paled.
“He’s moving in?! Jesus! I mean, I like him. He’s hot and all that shit but we just tased him.” Darcy panicked.
“It’s fine, Darcy. We need to figure out how to get him back to our house.” Clint cut her off.
“We can carry him together.” Jane offered.
* * *
What was Jane thinking? We can carry him together, my ass. Darcy grumbled when they finally reached the front porch. My body hurts. Look at that Barton over there, panting like he just ran a few miles. I hope this counts as an apology or I’ll tase him in the ass. Royalties or not. What is she doing? Oh shit, I know that look.
“Don’t you dare, Jane.” Darcy warned. The woman squeaked and looked up at her in shock.
“I’m not doing anything!” She defended. Clint was too tired to join the argument and slumped down on the carpeted floor next to Thor.
“I know your heart eyes!” Jane blushed when Darcy huffed.
“What the fuck is ‘heart eyes?’ ” Clint mumbled. Darcy was about to reply when she was interrupted by their fellow housemates who walked downstairs to see what the fuss is all about. Oh look, Steve is in his pajamas.
“Who is that?” Bucky frowned.
“That is Thor Odinson, some kind of prince from a country called Asgard.” Tony Stark answered for him.
“What?” Steve turned to Tony.
“Yeah, the country is big on Norse mythology, hence the names.” Tony shrugged. “Is he dead?”
“She smacked him with her bag.” Natasha winced a little. That has got to hurt, she thought.
“She tased him.” Jane harrumphed.
“Yes I did.” Darcy proudly smiled.
* * *
One month. Is he going to lose his job in one month? Phil didn’t know. He rubbed his temples and let out a very long sigh. There was an explosion and then he found out Darcy and Jane knocked out a prince. A fucking prince. Was he impressed by their defense skills? Absolutely. But this is Thor. He wondered if Nick would kill him if he found out.
“Do not fret, Son of Coul. I am well.” He looked like a giant golden retriever, Phil mused.
“It’s Coulson, actually. Anyway, I am really sorry for this.” He glared at Darcy and Jane who were sitting on the couch with hands on their laps.
“I apologize for scaring you, Darcy, Jane.” His eyes lingered a little on Jane and Darcy rolled her eyes.
“It’s okay, big guy. We’re housemates.” She grinned.
“Yes, we are.” Thor nodded and beamed at the women.
* * *
Monday is a good day for Phil. After last Friday’s accident, he was more than happy to find that there are people who still want to rent a room. Two people, actually. Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, he read the forms. They were transfer students from Sokovia and they had an impressive records. Pietro was a track runner and he has won several gold medals throughout his high school years. Wanda had a 4.0 GPA with impressive reference letters from her former teachers. They skipped a year in high school as well. He put away the last letter he read in the bin. He was pretty big on second chances and there was no way he was going to reject them for something they couldn’t control.
“Hello, you must be Wanda and Pietro.” He greeted the twins. They looked a little shocked by his warm greetings and it made him angry thinking about how they have been treated in the past for them to react this way. His smile widened when Pietro shook his hand.
“Hello. You are Phil Coulson, yes?” he asked with his thick accent.
“Thank you for accepting our request.” Wanda’s accent was not as thick as her brother, Phil noticed. Then her words and the tone of her voice sank in and he frowned.
“You were rejected from other residence?”
“Did you not read our forms?” She asked, clearly surprised by Phil’s anger.
“I did.” Phil replied. “You're not bad people. You're very good people, who bad things have happened to.”
"Is that from Harry Potter?" Pietro smiled.
“Yes. Come on, you can pick your own rooms.” He said to lighten up the atmosphere.
“Thank you.” He heard Pietro mumbled as he trailed behind him, his hand holding Wanda’s.
* * *
“Is this room empty?” Wanda pointed at the second door from the stairs on the second floor. She jumped back when someone opened the door from the inside.
“Sorry, doll.” He grinned. Wanda caught his prosthetic left arm from the corner of her eyes. A small smile crept up her face when he gave her a grin and offered a handshake.
“Hi. Wanda Maximoff.” She introduced herself.
“James Buchanan Barnes. Or Bucky.” He shook her hand and brushed his shaggy hair back with his other hand.
“This is my twin, Pietro.” She pulled Pietro to her side.
“Nice to meet you, man.” He nodded and turned to Wanda. “I’m going to look at the third and fourth floor.”
“Okay.” Wanda nodded and watched him took the stairs. She turned around to look at the hall with a confused look on her face.
“This one’s empty. That one is too. Steve lives across my room. This is Natasha’s room and this one belongs to Clint Barton.” Bucky explained. He frowned a little when he saw Wanda’s surprised face. She gave him a shy smile before she went to the door next to his.
“I’m sorry. I’m not used to this.” She apologized.
“To what?” He tilted his head.
“Kindness. Thank you.” It was so soft he barely hears it. She turned the doorknob and stepped inside the room, leaving him alone in the hallway.