The Plane, Boss, The Plane!
Darcy was four drinks in when Jane finally noticed her normally chatty companion was silent. Her hands clenched her Jack and Coke, knuckles bone white, nails showing their crescents from the pressure. Anxious was not a good look for Darcy.
“Do you need anything?” The scientist asked gently, the other woman shaking her head in return. “Are you scared because of the flight?”
“Janey, this is the first time I’ve flown without the help of my college recreational past time. Being higher than a kite usually helps with the fear, but no, I decided that I must live a healthier life… Also my guy got legit and moved to Colorado. So yeah. I’m a bit scared.” Thoughts swam through her head about how easy it would be to crash, and how flying in a metal can was not her preferred way to go. Captain Asshat was in the cockpit talking to whomever was flying the deathtrap, and within her sight it was just Janey and a flight attendant who was perfectly fine refilling her glass every time it looked close to empty. She seemed to have a practiced hand, and remembering that this was Tony Starks jet, she supposed any flight attendant who worked on it would have plenty of experience pouring drinks for unfortunate souls who needed them . This didn’t ease her feelings, and somehow Darcy had the uneasy notion that she might be less anxious with everyone’s boy next door close to her, but who wouldn’t want an Avenger near them in a dangerous situation?
Jane could see the thoughts rolling around Darcys mind, dark and tumultuous, sapping every bit of confidence from her now hunched form. “Is there anything that will make you feel better?” Darcys hair being smoothed by Jane reminded her of her mother, which was wrong, because of the two friends Darcy tended to care for Jane more.
A shaky smirk and a shake of her head that shook the hand off her hair, “Do you want to help me tase Captain America?” The disappointed frown was enough to tell her it was a firm no, much to her disappointment, but she didn’t need her scientist trying to mother hen her. Instead, Darcy motioned to the attendant and got more Jack than Coke, and attempted to drown her fear in alcohol, unaware of the worried gaze of the man who she had threatened earlier in the day. Darcy wanted to sleep. To be anywhere but where she was at the moment.
Two drinks later Darcy got her wish, unaware of anything but a brief pressure in her neck, and then unconscious bliss.