Interlude Darcy
Darcy was bored. Jane kept babbling on studying, readings, atoms, blah, blah, blah ...
Darcy was drinking her favorite chocolate and browsing the channels on TV. How could learning be more appealing than Thor's biceps? Or a space invasion? Like boom bang, Shield took them here to be far from the scene. She still hasn't forgiven them for her iPad. Darcy was generally very understanding. She could have forgiven Sharon Osbourne to laugh at her in front of the entire class. She could have forgiven John Trevor for leaving her for the busty blonde Angela Davis. She could even forgive a killer robot in New Mexico. A strange way of murder, by the way. Her political scheming sense sensed something wrong with this attack. Something unstable, fast, unprepared. All in all, it's good that the robot has focused on the Asgardians. He hardly cared about people.
In any case, Darcy considered herself an understanding person.
However, she had one sanctity.
Her iPad! She will not forgive this! She had to buy a new one, and the old one was thrown away! She lost thousands of photos, notes, web bookmarks, playlists of songs!
And this Darcy could not forgive it. Her mother wouldn't even be surprised that Darcy would to die rather than lose it all. Darcy was always confused. From an early age. The umbilical cord was said to have wrapped itself around her. Doctors barely saved her. Well, oxygen didn't reach the brain in a while, and that's how Darcy was born. The terror of the aunts and teachers. She also hoped to become the terror of Shield.
It takes time! Listening, reading, writing, searching pages and songs! And they ruined it! All her life was in it! Her soul! Her heart! Every her valuable thought. Darcy was flipping through boring TV channels and still hearing Jane screaming from the lab that something was nonsense. All in all, Jane was simple. It had exactly four kinds of modes.
I hate life! I'm underrated as a scientist and Thor has left me!
Leave me. I'm in a scientific frenzy!
Of course, mom. I ate my soup. And the rules are sacred!
I'm sick of it! Get ready for my anger!
Not that Darcy had bad thoughts about her friend's feelings and emotional states. Simply dividing Jane into these four modes made her easier to understand. Darcy knew when to fade Jane out of sight, when to talk a lot, when to be silent. Although he would never really understand Jane. Jane will never understand her either. That's probably why they were such good friends.
There was also a fifth mode, but Darcy didn't bother with it because it was reserved only for Thor.
I'm flirtatious. Truth? I'm trying! I must be flirty or he will leave me!
The chocolate runs off Darcy's tongue. This is something worth living for and dying for. Sweetness rubs her throat. She dreamed again.
Darcy had a secret from Erik and Jane. She wrote poems. She never showed them to anyone. Darcy was a rather strange creature. Brilliant memory of historical events, great understanding of geopolitics, very poor knowledge of mathematics, good flair for languages and talent of poetry.
She was weird.
Nobody denied it.
Her mother's voice in her head.
Do not slouch!
A woman should be subtle!
You're talking too loud!
Don't walk like a duck!
Don't eat that much!
And what's up with this writing? You can't even write it and finish it well!
It was this iPad that caused your eyesight to fail!
You'll never achieve anything! Take a look at your grades!
I will never trust you! You can only lie!
What a mess in your room!
You are a shit! And ghostly pain from a punishing hand on the head and hands.
Until suddenly a group of undercover policemen burst into the room and ordered her to go to the laboratory. Boredom! But Darcy went anyway. Some kind of Mr. Grand Agent (bald and with glasses, something with the S by name). But ugly. Darcy stared at him and wondered if any woman liked him. Well, Darcy had read the words somewhere that every monster would find its other half.
"... Loki attacked New York ..." Darcy noticed that it was only then that she heard. Ah, the famous brother of Thor. The one who set the robot on him. Overall, Thor was lucky with the robot. Because according to the myth, that big snake on J was supposed to kill him. Good thing it wasn't a snake.
Loki attacked New York with ugly aliens. It was getting interesting. Then the recordings of Loki were shown. Darcy forgot for a moment that she was technically Thor's friend, that the robot had scared her, and that people had died.
She stared at that perfect face. Those cheekbones! Mouth as if made for kissing! His way of walking! His...
Darcy felt as if she might have melted there and now. "Jane, don't you dare hit him with a car!" Darcy said.
"Why?" Jane was surprised.
"I want a god boy too! He's perfect! Look at his cheekbones, hair, posture! I bet he has the same or maybe better muscles than Thor under his armor!" said Darcy, subtly. Jane blinked, opened her mouth, and said nothing. The agents looked at her like she was crazy. Nothing new, actually.
"Miss Lewis. Such innuendo suggests that you are a traitor. Do you know how many children Loki has murdered?" this bald agent with glasses asked.
"Darcy, I don't want Loki! He has killed many people" Jane awoke from shock and scremead.
"As if Thor didn't kill many. Erik gave me some myths. Nice stuff is there. Horror movies wouldn't be ashamed of what it says, and yet you still like Thor," Darcy said.
"Darcy, it's not the same ..." said Jane.
"We're not here to discuss Thor's deeds. Loki is a threat to our world. He wants to conquer it. And Dr. Foster can help us," the bald agent replied.
Darcy looked at Mr. Bald Agent with her deadly eyes. Hypocrites.
"Excuse me, and how many kids killed Shield? I did some papers on wars in southern Europe and Asia. Guess guys, most of the bombs were called Stark. Father first, then son. And many projects had Shield approval! Even at my university there were a few peopelewho said Shield was a really bad organization," Darcy said.
"Darcy, you don't go into conspiracy theories!" Jane hissed.
"Conspiracy theories? It's true Shield has blood on his conscience," Darcy replied.
"We are now talking about Loki, not Shield's efforts to protect the world," said the bald agent.
"How many victims?" Darcy asked in her professional political scientist voice.
"Less than 300," the bald agent replied.
Darcy blinked a few times and burst out laughing.
"Are you telling me that a Norse god far more powerful than us who grew up in the realm of battle and pillage killed just 300? During the conquest?" Darcy asked.
"Such facts, Mrs. Lewis.." the bald agent was trying to said.
Darcy turned her hands.
"Okay, boys. Come back to me when you read a little bit about politics and war. Because I'm not going to talk to you. You're hypocrites," Darcy said and left the room.
Less than 300 victims. In the big city. During the conquest. Plus a Norse god raised on blood.
This did not make sense!
Darcy needed more information to analyze this. She turned on the internet. Conspiracy theories, people's guesswork, and Darcy's half-knowledge of Shield's goals.
She analyzed.
She hadn't even noticed that three hours had passed. Jane came into Darcy's room.
"What are you going to do Jane?" Darcy asked.
"I'll slap Loki. Thor's too, but twice," Jane said proudly. Yet Darcy saw the pose. Jane was scared and went into sanctimonious mode to hide her insecurity.
"Let's make sure I don't get it wrong. You want to slap killer brother Thor once and slap Thor twice? Logical in all," Darcy said.
"Twice because he left me and now he hasn't arrived either," Jane replied, crossing her arms.
"Thor's slap I understand. It's a balm for a sore heart, but it's Loki's slap
I don't understand "Darcy replied.
"On principle," said Jane.
"You really don't do it to him, Jane! Neither with the hand nor the truck," Darcy said.
"Why?" Jane wondered.
"You'll be so lucky Thor and Loki won't fight for Daddy's throne, but for you! And no one will even think of me!" Darcy blurted out.
She shouldn't have said that. But she did. The mother was right. She always said the wrong thing.
"Darcy, you don't want to tell me you want to be kidnapped by a psychopath and a murderer!" Jane chided her.
Of course Jane didn't understand. She looked a bit like her mother at the moment.
Two-faced Darla Lewis. A woman who was cordial with strangers and strict with her loved ones. Especially her only daughter. Darcy's father died of a heart attack a few months after she was eighteen.
There was only mother and she.
"You have no evidence of psychopathy, and most of the thrones in history have been taken by force. And your precious Shield also has a nice account of victims on her conscience. But no, of course stupid Darcy is only good for serving coffee and photocopying! She's not fit for a conqueror's wife! But I would know how to help Loki and make the world a better place! " Darcy shouted.
"Darcy you are feeling unwell. I'll give you some sleeping pills," Jane said worriedly.
"Sleeping pills won't save my soul, Friar Laurence," laughed Darcy, not looking at Jane's worried eyes.
It was logical, all in all.
Darcy was nothing and her mother was right.