3860/Scientifically Proven to Releave Stress

Scientifically Proven to Releave Stress
Date of Scene:	11 February 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Darcy Lewis, Winter Soldier, Melinda May

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Darcy Lewis has posed:
It was late evening by the time the key turned the locks to Darcy's apartment door.

For a level five SHIELD agent, Darcy does not live the high life. Her apartment is a tiny hole in the wall with a hole in the wall. One was repaired, but another had appeared. It's clear that Darcy made MacGyver like repairs herself. The dishes in the rack are clean and speak of living alone: one plate, one bowl, one fork, one spoon, one knife, one pan. The trash bag has only a few things in it, and it's small. THe recycling bins are larger, and these are mostly full. The living room is a cluttered mess with clothes tossed here and there. Only one corner seems even remotely organized and it has her skate bag and gear in it. The 187 pads are spread out on what should have been the dining table for two, and a skate is half assembled.

Darcy pushes her way in, closing hte door behind her as she steps into the apartment only a few degrees warmer inside than outside. (Thanks, a Hole!) She doesn't even look up and into her apartment, no fear that anyone would be here, for she turns to relock the door while droping her keys into a fish bowl on the cluttered breakfast bar that seperates kitchen from entryway, and her shoulders shrug the heavy coat off. Under, she's dressed to kill.

Pants too tight, shirt showing ample amounts of her other assets, her hair loose and wild, make up just so. Darcy is all sorts of 21st century HOTTIE, with zero apologizes for it.

The glasses? Still on the bathroom counter.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Bucky quietly leans against the wall...he wanted to see Darcy, and talk to her about a few things. So there he was, lying in wait. his cell phone left behind in case it got hacked or some such by this Rising Tide group...you can never be too careful, no matter what the group is presently targeting.

And then she arrives and apparently doesn't notice him...though her choice of attire does leave little to the imagination, he ponders exactly what she was doing....either way, he approaches her, silent as a fox until he puts a hand on her shoulder.

If she screams, a metal hand goes over her mouth and he turns her towards him, taking the hand that was on her shoulder and stretches his pointer finger, pressing it against his lips and saying 'shhh'. Like don't scream. We need to chat!

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Try to scream at the hand on her shoulder? Yes. The word she's starting to scream, but is silenced is FIRE! The firm metal hand doesn't register as Barnes. It's owing to the super soldier's strength advantage that he can get her turned around to face him; Darcy fights the whole way. Were Barnes any slimmer, Darcy might have been able to put him off balance with the sudden jerk of a back check, or the feet kicking up to try to kick-shove aginst the door, or the scramble kick to his legs when that failed.

Darcy's neon pink eyes, rimmed with black, widen as Barnes presses a finger to his lips.

"The fuck, James!" she whisper-yells into his face, cheeks flushed from the sudden adrenaline; the need to fight and then fly away.

"You about gave me a heart attack! I swear to Jesus."

Winter Soldier has posed:
Bucky just looks at Darcy with an apologetic look. "Sorry." is all he says then in his classic Bucky voice. "I need some information." he asks her softly then even after she whisper yells at him. Then his head turns to watch that door, then back to Darcy. "Can we talk?"

Yes...he asks, because he just gave her a heart attack...just be happy he's asking really nicely. he's in a good mood!

Darcy Lewis has posed:
It's the cleavage. Boobs have been scientifically proven to releave stress.

"Yeah. We can talk. Come on in. Make yourself at home. Mind if I strip outta this shit and into something cozier? It's cold as monkey dick in here because my landlord's a fucking jackass with no sense of TOO FUCKING COLD!" Her voice had been escalating by degrees until the last was yelled at one corner of the floor of her living room, apparently in the direction of her landlord's apartment.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Bucky tilts his head at her a moment then, though it maybe was her boobs, but Bucky -certianly- wasn't gonna comment on that particular choice of thought. He seems happy that Darcy is alowoing them to talk, nodding a few times at her words. "Sure." He turns around then and moves to a nice spot where he won't be creeping on her as she yells in the direction of her landlord.

Yes, even in casuals, Bucky was still armed to the teeth....so this was also a good spot for just listening and staying alert.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Her apartment isn't large. Nor does she seems to care about anyone creeping on her, though she does make the mental note that Bucky is trying to avoid it. It's sweet. And so is pulling off the bodice style top and tossing it on the small sofa on her way to the bathroom. Her arms curl behind her to work on the clasp of the bra she's wearing.

"I am a captive audience. Talk to me," she says, flinging the bra one handed int he direction of her bodice top and not really caring if she made it just as she steps into the bathroom where her polar fleece jammies and slippers and glasses are. Must put these contacts away!

Winter Soldier has posed:
Bucky looks at Darcy then with a small smile as he turns around to face Darcy and offers her a small smile....then turns rather serious. "Know where Skye is?" Of course he's looking for her, he decided to get invovled rather recently in fact...though he knows Darcy and Skye are at least relatively good friends, so Darcy may yet know.

He remains calm and seated, his eyes looking right up at Darcy as if to wait patiently for an answer, regardless of what it is.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Right now? No fucking clue," Darcy says from the bathroom, where pants and shoes and socks each follow after a few moments. Her tone is terse, annoyed, grumpy. Like his question is a reminder of recent failures.

"In New York, that certain. Near enough that getting to a noodle shop in Chinatown is easy. Not in Mutant Town," Darcy adds, leaning into the mirror to take out her contacts.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Bucky seems to humm softly then for a moment, resting his head on the back of his hands that he had clasped together. "Then you know where she -was-?" he asks her then curiously, Though as Darcy manages to narrow down where she is, it gives Bucky a nice place to focus his efforts. "Noted." he humms softly...

She could be mobile, moving in a van or a truck to keep moving and avoid trouble. Either way, he seems to stand up then..

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"A week ago, we had some Fu-King noodles," Darcy says, pulling her glasses on and wiping her face down as she shuffles out in fluffy booties, fleece pants and a tight fleece top. Her hair is piled up in a messy bun with a chompy clip. She blinks as she sees him standing up.

"Leaving then?" she deadpans, annoyance riding just under the words.

Melinda May has posed:
This whole complete lack of internet acess is actually something May's lived through before, called the 80s. The lack of a copper wire land line phone is more annoying but unsurprising. Thus, she has to go track the younger agent down to talk to her.

Just as Darcy's stepping back out to her living room, there are precisely four knocks on the door. It's quiet but decisive.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Bucky looks at Darcy then, nodding a few times. "Alright...thanks for the information." he might be able to find prints or anything that could lead him to Skye, on a long shot. Though he'd rather follow the trail...best course of action, presently.

Either way, he looks to Darcy. "Would you prefer I stay?" A sharp look then to the door as he draws a pistol quick and silent. A look to Darcy then.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy wasn't expecting anyone, as Bucky is well aware of. And with things being dangerous, the knock has her worried. Seeing Bucky draw a pistol, she just nods, eyes a bit wide. Yes yes, knight with one shining arm.

"I gave at the office," Darcy calls out without moving from where she is, just around the corner from the door into her apartment. Her eyes are on Bucky: Dude! You're the trained superhero here. I'm just a squishy mortal. I'll fight when I have to. (Which is way more often than anyone is really comfortable with, isn't it?)

Melinda May has posed:
Through the door, May's voice is muffled but completely identifyable. And out of patience. "Lewis," is all she says. Open the damned door before she picks the lock herself.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Bucky sighs then and puts the pistol in his back pocket. He lets Darcy open the door because if Bucky does it, Melinda may get suspicious.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
The sound of May's voice has Darcy's brows lifitng. With Bucky standing down, Darcy shuffles to the door quickly and works the locks until she can open the portal.

"Hi, May. Wasn't expecting you. What's up?" she asks while stepping aside to let her SO inside. Her now back to normal green eyes slide toward Barnes, standing in the middle of her living room.

Melinda May has posed:
May steps inside and her eyes immediately go to Barnes. He's no longer designated as a threat in her mind -- hasn't been for a while now -- but his presence here IS interesting. "All hands meeting, tomorrow morning 8am sharp to discuss this communications outage." She doesn't add to that, but from the way she explained it's clear that the unspoken 'you'd better be there' is very strongly implied.