221/A Quick Rescue

A Quick Rescue
Date of Scene:	30 April 2017
Location:	Manhattan, New York City
Synopsis:	In which a Twinkie is eaten, a selfie is taken, and a theif is left with nothing but his shoelaces.
Cast of Characters:	Darcy Lewis, Quicksilver

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Darcy Lewis has posed:
The sun is setting on Manhattan, and the hectic heat of the day begins to fade. People make their way home. Petty theives step forward to prey on the hapless civilian.

Cue one such petty villain and once such sassy-mouthed Darcy Lewis. The former in desperation chic. The latter in office appareal and not senseible heels. The petty theivery: a purse snatching. The alert: Darcy screaming.

Not, damsel in distress, high pitched, blood-chilling scream of movie scenes. No, something more along the lines of:

"What the fuck!? You fucking shit head! Get hte fuck back here with my god damn motherfucking purse. I will cut you, you little fucking pansy ass-" All while Darcy is starting to yank of her heels, clearly intending to give chase.

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro Maximoff has been trying to be a good boy.

An Avenger now -- largely thanks to his sister persuading him to 'make a difference' -- he is held to a higher standard, and must behave accordingly. At least... that's what he's been told. On the other hand... //why must everyone be so slow??// Bored out of his mind, he leaves home for a lazy jaunt across State borders... and is only now on his way back.

From somewhere that had been in daylight.

Upon hearing the screams and swearing, the Transian native comes to a halt. "What? Hah," he exclaims as his curiosity is piqued, and he zips around the corner to watch from some meters away. Eating snacks.

"Keep swearing, little girl," he calls out to Darcy in a sardonic tone of voice. "I'm thinking it is working."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
It works enough for the theif to slow a few steps so Darcy can get the heels off. THe theif runs off again, people skittering out of his way as Pietro calls out and Darcy half glances his way.

"Oh, you eat your fucking twinkies and laugh, shithead," Darcy fires at the Transian as she runs. SO SLOW, but as quickly as she can manage... in a pencil skirt... which she hitches up to give her some more leg room. Green eyes hot and angry, she turns back to the fleeing theif.

Quicksilver has posed:
"Oh my sister's gods..." Maximoff exclaims with downcast eyes and a shake of his head into his empty palm. A blink. He is gone from where he had been and stands now some feet in front of Lewis, holding out a Twinkie. "Speed food," says he with a smirk. "You are looking as if need it..."

Pietro leans to the side to pointedly watch the thief, and finally heaves a sigh. "Alriiight. Wait here." In a heartbeat, Darcy may find herself holding half a Twinkie, and the would-be Thief...is found lying on the ground.

Stark Naked.

Tied up with his shoe-laces.

Pietro stands over the... very cold fellow (it is after sundown) admiring his handiwork critically. "Should I... have found a more interesting pose for him, do you think?" he asks of Darcy. "Perhaps something... Grecian? Or Roman?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy was running, but then Snack Man was in front of her? That alone slowed her steps. The offered Twinkie stopped them, Darcy's face flushed, her breath in ragged pants. Her hand reaches for the Speed Food.

Which is a completely different thing from teh Speed Force.

Just, go with it.

Half a heartbeat later, Dracy is blnking at the trussed up maked theif, the half eaten Twinkie in her hand and then... Pietro.

Another blink and Darcy looks back at the theif.

"No. This seems okay," she finally decides, offering the snack back to Peitro before holding her hand out for her purse. Gimme gimme.

Quicksilver has posed:
Maximoff hands the purse over, takes back his half a Twinkie, and stares down at the would-be thief. "Hmm. Is becoming more awkward the longer we look at him, no? Or... is it just me?" A pause. "Do you want to take a selfie? With me or...him. I won't be offended if you choose him -- photos with naked men in the streets is... a thing, no?"

He smirks.

The accent with which he speaks isn't too thick, and there are traces of 'American' in there too. "Pietro," says he, by way of introduction. "Or... Quicksilver. I don't care. You are...?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"A little awkward. But likely more for you two. I don't give two shits," Darcy quips, taknig her purse back. Her lips kick up in a grin.

"Selfie with you would be great," she saysm, looking up at Pietro.

"Darcy." comes the answer, the conintuation of his prompt.

Quicksilver has posed:
The naked thief groans, and Pietro quickly flicks him in the side of the skull with a finger; at super-speed, it's enough to knock the man back out again. He's probably more grateful to be unconscious for this humiliation.

Shrugging his shoulders, Pietro is more than happy to let Darcy take a photo of them, and smirks broadly. "Why walk home in the city after dark?" he asks a moment later. "There are cabs."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy watches, takes her selfie with Pietro, and pockets her phone in her purse once more.

"Because it's not that far and cabs are fuck-me-dry expensive," Darcy retorts, smirking right back. "Walk me home?" is asked of her hero in silver hair. ...merr... because armor has more syllables than hair does.

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro makes an 'ehh' sound, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand and tilting his head to the side. "Sure, why not?" he finally replies. It is not the company to which he objects, just... the pace. Walking.

Then he smiles.

"Where is home?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Tht sound, Darcy was half ready for him to say no. It wouldn't have bugged her. She comes on strong. It spooks the insecure. That's their problem. She won't be mean about it, but there's no way she's gonig to let that bring her down. So, when Pietro agrees, Darcy smiles and loops her arm with his, hand holding her heels coming up to hang heels over a shoulder.

"Couple of blocks from here. Just enough time to tell me how you zip zip zoomed in all sorts of different places so fast," she prompts as easily as one would prompt someone for their chilli recipe.