1092/Furious Little Ant

Furious Little Ant
Date of Scene:	21 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	In which Lang is in Darcy, Darcy mouths off at Fury (Again), and Fury threatens agents with oxygen roulette. Or Fury's too old for this shit.
Cast of Characters:	Darcy Lewis, Ant-Man (Lang), Nick Fury

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Darcy Lewis has posed:
In the hallway leading from the Medical Wing:

"Oh, you're so fucking on, Shortie," Darcy's voice can be heard. She's not in uniform. Rather, she's in what can only be described as rocker skater girl chic. Three layers of torn leggings - all different colors and skin is visible - a pleated black and grey school girl skirt over that, and an athletic tank top. Roller skates on her feet and pading on her knees and elbows and wrists. Her hair is up in a messy ponytail and her eyes are neon barbie-pink.

She's rolling down the hallway at a lesuirely pace, purse strapped across her chest... and she looks like she's talking to no one. Because no one is near her. At least, no one visible. And she'snot on the phone either. Because that's in her hand and her earbuds are dangling around her neck.

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
Darcy might just have a tiny voice in her ear. Maybe she's finally developed a conscious or has simply gone mad and is talking to herself outloud.

But there is a small red speck in her ear, carefully grasped onto one of the many protective hairs and Scott responds to Darcy.

"This is going to be a bet you will certainly regret, Pinky-pie."

Nick Fury has posed:
Walking in the opposite direction--and currently headed toward Darcy--is Nick Fury, flanked on either side by a SHIELD agent. Each of them is dressed in a deep-sea wetsuit minus the SCUBA accoutrements.

As the trio nears the girl, Fury raises the eyebrow over his good eye and slows for a moment.

"I thought you were a bit old for imaginary friends, Ms. Lewis," the SHIELD director says, the beginnings of a smirk creeping across his face.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"I am fucking Nightmare Moon," Darcy tells her imaginary friend, shifting to her toestops so she quits rolling forward. A few steps and she smiles at Fury with this pink eyes and no glasses.

"If the Pope is young enough for an imaginary friend, so am I," she retorts, hands falling to her hips, smirk in full force. She glances at the SCUBA's agents.

"let me guess. You're goign Spilunking?"

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
"Maaaaybe Rainbow Dash. --Wait, is that Fury?" Lang asks, and stepping a bit further into her ear hole. "That man scares me- -- hehe -- Hey, tell him "These aren't the droids your looking for"." Scott requests, "Do that an I'll pay for your drinks tonight."

Nick Fury has posed:
"Fair enough," Nick Fury replies, the smirk becoming a grin. "But let me know when you've built up the following of the Pope. And I don't just mean on Instagram."

He looks to his companions and then begins walking forward again. "Let me just say, Ms. Lewis, that where we're going, we don't need roads. Smith. Wesson. With me." The two agents nod politely and begin to move on.

"She's a bit weird, isn't she?" one whispers to the other.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"You outta see my Tumblr," Darcy quips, grinning as she takes in the look of the agents. Hearing Lang's request, Darcy considers... Nah. This is Darcy. She doesn't consider anything!

"Hey, Boss. You sure those are the 'droids you're looking for?" Beat. "All the drinks, Tiny." She glanced toward her left shoulder, like she's talkign to someone there.

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
Too bad Darcy can't look inside her ear. "Okay, good good. I'll pay for all your drinks tonight." Scott says and then he takes another step deeper into the ear canal before he giggles slightly. "I wonder how far in I can go. Maybe see if your brain is smaller than everyone else's."

Nick Fury has posed:
Looking back over his shoulder, Fury pauses and cocks his head to one side. "Lewis, I have NO idea what you're talking about. But if you've had another concussion and need time off...I am certainly not inclined to let you negotiate it with me."

He turns about and puts his hands on his hips. "So tell me honestly, now: do you need an HR rep alongside a medic? Or am I inadvertently participating in some sort of alternate reality game you're involved in?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Scott takes a step further and Darcy recoils, rolling back a foot or two while shkaing her head and acting like she's trying to get water out of her ear.

"No, Sir. Fit as a fiddle. I just got an ant in my ear. And he's being an annoying little - fuck, I swear to Jesus! Lang, if you don't behave I will find some fucking Raid... and hosing you down... WHILE tazing you!"

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
Grabbing on for dear life her protective hairs and laughing. "I'm just teasing yo- WHOA! That was a close one. "Get me caught by Fury and the deal's off. He gives me the heebee jeebees! Like, the super-est spy."

Scott certainly doesn't want to be tazed and raided, "Okay okay! You win!"

Nick Fury has posed:
"Ah," Nick Fury says with a solemn nod. "Mister Lang."

He slowly re-approaches Darcy, the two agents taking new flanking positions behind him.

"Let me just say this, as I assume Lang can hear me. If he is attempting to screw with SHIELD's operations by making one of its most valued employees appear to be absolutely insane, then I eagerly await the extensive psychological torture classes that he'll soon be expected to take. And pass. No failure allowed."

Fury stares at Darcy. "And THEN we'll taze him."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
One last head shake, and Darcy straightens up to meet Fury's one-eyed gaze fully.

"He can totes hear you, Director. So can I by the way. Thanks for thinking I'm one of hte most valued you have. Don't worry. If I really went crazy, I'd probably look and sound totally normal. So if I'm ever NOT being crazy cakes, you should start to worry." She pauses, then smiles wickedly. "And we'll STILL totally taze him." Sagenod. Because reasons.

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
Leaping out of Darcy's ear, and when he's still soaring through the air, thanks to the enhanced proportional strength, Scott returns himself to full size, feet finding the floor comfortably, the downside, he's full size with momentum headed towards the wall which he smacks into.

"Fury, I'll take those classes, and ace them. Cause I... um... study!" And with that, his hand goes out and grab's Darcy's wrist and tries to lead her through the halls quickly. "Got lots of bad guys to get, I'll tell you that sir!"

Nick Fury has posed:
"Lewis," Nick Fury replies with a soft sigh, "you need to work on your poker face. All the same ... yes, your virtues outweigh your vices--or, at least, they do enough for now."

He folds his arms across his chest and waits for Lang to appear.

When he does, Fury clears his throat. "Don't make it a habit of trying to win the infowar against Nick Fury, Lang. Or I'll make sure to put you somewhere even more remote than I once promised of Ms. Lewis."

"Oh, and by the way," he calls, as Scott begins leading Darcy away, "you've just volunteered for a special assignment. Details to come your way soon." Fury grins again, wide and toothy. "Sleep tight 'til then!"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Does this mean I get to play poker with the Avengers on company time, Director?" Darcy asks, trying for oh-so-innocent and missing the mark. Call her on it. She'll say it was on purpose.

Maybe it was.

Watching Lang appear at her side, Darcy rolls her eyes at him, smiling, and laughing as Fury promises a fate worse than Darcy.

"I hear the Moon is nice this time of year," she offers before urk! grabbed and yanked. Not having expected it, it takes Darcy a few awkward steps to get her wheels under her but she keeps her feet, legs wide, knees bent, letting Scott drag her by her wrist.

"Night, Director!" she calls out, pink eyes drifting to Scott.

"You do know I can still drop you from here, right? Fucking warn a girl first. Shit!"

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
Once she's moving forward again, Scott shrinks back down to his teeny size and then, having held onto her shoulder, he moves up into her ear once more and laughs. "What's the point of warning? Guy gives me the willies and I wanna get outta here! So I'm gonna ride you all the way, cause you don't look like you're in the weirdest biker gang ever."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Antman. You're a pussy," retorts Freight Train Darcy as she skates away from Fury and his Smith & Weston body guards. "Who is totaly buying all the drinks."

Ant-Man (Lang) has posed:
"Darcy, you're a rude bitch!" He says within the warmth of her ear, but smirks, "Just remember who's inside of who yeah?" He teases.

Nick Fury has posed:
Fury, meanwhile, speaks into a small handheld device.

"Do me a favor and find some nano-scale surveillance equipment we can use to keep better track of the Ant-Man. I'm not even gonna play--if he tries to come at me, there WILL be an extermination."

Either Smith or Wesson chuckles softly, and Nick Fury points a finger in their face. "You laugh, you get to play oxygen roulette on this mission, agent," he says angrily.

The agent quickly assumes a stoic demeanor.

The trio continues on toward their destination.