389/What happens in the Village...

What happens in the Village...
Date of Scene:	12 May 2017
Location:	Greenwich Village
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Iron Man, Sif, Darcy Lewis

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Iron Man has posed:
Spring in Greenwich Village. The college kids are getting out of classes, so the sidewalks are a little more crowded than usual. There is a chill to the air, but all those who are supposedly 'in the know' are fortelling a much nicer day tomorrow. Or, maybe the next day. Maybe.

As a result, Tony Stark is actually out and about, but he's sporting his Armani suit with something of a fashionable overcoat. He's 'dressed for success', but then again, even when he's in his AC/DC t-shirt and boxers, he's dressed for success. For the moment, he's stopped at the outside perimeter of an outside eatery, his voice low, sunglasses lifted such that they rest on the top of his head as he talks with a younger guy. Sunglasses. At night. Absolutely. The person with whom he's speaking is quite attentive, the eager expression easily showing that he is envisioning his path to 'glory'.

"Seriously, kid. I like it. The F*It club really should do more to get the word out. The brand. You keep showing this avant garde stuff, though, you'll be turning off the very people that can afford to pave your way."

Sif has posed:
There are a few things you get used to after spending over three thousand years at someone's side. The lame jokes, the annoying eating habits, the lack of an understanding of privacy, absolutely rash and snap decisions... And in the case of Thor... Disappearing. Randomly. Without a word. You'd think the boy was never taught how to write or something!

It really shouldn't be any wonder that she has to hunt him down and after checking Asgard, the Triskellion and the woods on the outside of town... There was only one spot she could think of left to check. Problem being? She wasn't -exactly- paying attention last time Thor took them to Stark Tower and so, some poor mortal has been accosted not far from where Tony stands but the 6'0" Goddess dressed in leather, armor and carrying weapons.

"Where can I find the home of Tony Stark?" And in a moment, the redheaded young man will shut his mouth and answer. Hopefully before Sif loses her patience.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy is making the most of the time off and away from rhe office. It realy was a nice day for a walk. She moves, booted feet shuffling slightly, hands in her pockets. She was moving aimlessly, just out for a stroll. But her eyes are sharp and Sif's not hard ro miss. Hastening her strp, she makes her way to the Goddes's side.

"Hi beautiful. Fancy meeting you here," she quips as she draws nwar, not having heard what Sif had asked.

Iron Man has posed:
Stark Tower isn't far; the lights are lit, illuminating probably a couple of blocks worth of area. That's not to mention lighting for air-traffic.

The ginger-haired man takes a wide-eyed step back, and makes a theatric show of raising his eyes up; Sif is definitely a little taller if not a whole lot more intimidating. (Then again, everyone is more intimidating than a ginger!) "Uh... over there?" He points in the direction of the brightly shining building of glass and steel and concrete before he takes one more step back. "I won't swear you can get--"

Of course Tony hears the one-sided exchange. How could he not? Brows rise as he turns, his hand rising, finger pointing in that 'one moment' gesture as he cuts off the budding entrepreneur off in mid-response. "Yeah, yeah.. sticking it to the man." It's the last thing spoken to the younger businessman before he takes a couple of steps, dropping his hands into his trench-coat pockets, dark eyes on the virtual amazon.

"Pretty sure the Renaissance Fair starts in late spring, west of here. Unless there's a show opening off-broadway, but I gotta say, it all looks pretty legit. My compliments to your costumer."

Sif has posed:
Darcy showing up at her side causes Sif to turn and look at the woman. Her eyes narrow a moment, as if trying to place her, when her expression goes somber. "You were with the mortal who meddles too much when Thor first came here." It's almost growled.

Any directions the young man was giving her are completely ignored with a simple, "Run along boy." And then there's Tony himself and Sif pulls herself up to her full height, one hand falling to the hilt of her sword.

"I am not one of part of your group of actors who plays at being from Midgard's history." Her eyes narrow once more and then she huffs. "Where is Thor?" Ah. So she recognizes him too.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy quirks a brow at Sif, her arms folding under her chest.

"Yes I was. I also tazed him for freakjng me out, so get your panties outta yo- crack and cut the Growly McGrowly," Darcy tells Sif, looking unimpressed by all the swords and rhe armor and the figure.. despite Sif being nearly a foot taller, far stronger thab she, and clearly not in a good mood. She looks over at Tony.

"Guy pal got misplaced.," Darcy guesses. Because Darcy recalls the bright amile Sif had at seeing Homeless Beefcakerson.

Iron Man has posed:
Tony's brows rise to settle just under the sunglasses that still perch on his head at Darcy's words before he looks down and chuckles, shaking his head slightly. Upon lifting, he looks right at Sif, his gaze easy and even. "Where's Thor. You know? I have no idea. And it's funny; you would think someone like that would be easy to keep track of... but you know what? It's not my turn." He smiles in a tight smile and shrugs a single shoulder. "But, if you'd like, I'll take a turn watching you?" He lifts a hand from his jacket pocket to wave generally in the air to underscore his words, "You know.. in case someone misplaces you and they come to me, looking for you."

Tony looks at Darcy next, or rather, once again before he asks, "Was it your turn?"

Sif has posed:
Icy-blue eyes are drawn back down to Darcy and the Goddess stares at her for heartbeats. "You make less sense than most of the mortals I have met thus far..." And yet, one corner of Sif's mouth quirks upwards in a smirk. "You have heart. And Courage." It take a lot to be willing to stand up to someone like Sif. And it tends to her respect when it happens. Sometimes. Respect or ire... Darcy seems to have earned the former for now.

And then she looks back at Tony. "Watch me... Do what?" Her head tilts before she smirks faintly. "You cannot handle 'watching' me, I assure you. Nor could you keep up with me." Believe it or not, she honestly didn't mean -anything- dirty by that!

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"With Tony, It's watch you do anything, would be my guess," Darcy retorts, leaning toward Sif now as if the other brunette were a galpal to chatter with. Her green eyes slide to TOny, mischeif in her smirk.

"It is most certainly NOT my turn to watch him. Watching him sounds like work. I try to avoid work as often as possible. Besides. Warrior Princess has a point, Playboy. Even if handling her definitely looks like it's so worth it."

Iron Man has posed:
"Oh, I really could." Tony reaches up to pull his sunglasses down and offers an easy smile. "Honest. Don't let these amazing good looks fool you, because underneath beats the heart of, well... me." A light shrug graces his shoulders once more, and his voice sounds a sigh of 'oh well'. "But if you can't handle it, that's fine. I'll let you blame me. Easier on the ego. The 'it's not you, it's me' story."

It's not a far way to go to turn his attention to Darcy, now that the girl is settling in beside Sif. "Very worth it."

With all these 'pleasantries' going on, Tony returns his words to Sif. "Okay, so you lost the big guy. There's gotta be a million places he can hide out."

Sif has posed:
Sif's eyes flit back and forth between the two. "And all of this... Is simply to tell me you have not seen Thor. Would it not have been easier simply to say as much?" The Goddess arches a brow at them before it's Tony himself that draws her attention. "You realize, don't you, I could crush you without even having to try hard..." His ego reminds her of Thor when he was younger though which is likely why there's that hint of amusement in her tone when she speaks.

A shake of her head is given. "You both would do well to meet Fandral. I am certain he'd be happy to.... entertain each of you." She grins and then gives Tony 'a look'. "Thor... Hide...? Have you met him?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy is just grining back at Tony, unphased by his Tonyness. She's short. She's curvy. She'd break him. She's bruise doing it. It'd be worth it. Turning her gaze to Sif, Darcy smirks again.

"Yes. Shirtless. Dumbass might have stepped out into traffic again, or got shinied by a butterfly or decided to challenge every frat house ont eh east coast to a drinking contest. All of these totally sound like something he'd do and nothing to worry about. Except the butterflies thing. Nasty little shits."

Iron Man has posed:
"There's a whole lot I can do without even trying, but," and Tony *tchks* as he nods towards Darcy, "Not in front of the kids." Now, though, he clears his throat and twists around to look back at Stark Tower. "Well," and he straightens again, his attention coming back around, "He's not in the Tower. I would have noticed, and if I didn't, JARVIS would have told me. He's like that, you know."

Sif has posed:
"Watch how you refer to him," is Sif's firm retort to Darcy. "Do not think you brief time with him affords you such liberties." And she has no idea what the hell a frat house so we'll just skip over than one. "I cannot begin to fathom why you fear butterflies..." It sounds truly perplexing to her. "You are... an odd mortal..." Which, isn't necessarily a bad thing.

Tony's remark makes her smirk and even draws a chuckle from her. "You are annoyingly incorrigible. And remind me much of Thor in our youth." A shake of her head is given. "While I would actually enjoying continuing this conversation, oddly enough, I really ought to find Thor. We have business in Asgard that must be tended to."

A step away from both is taken and she gives a bow of her head. "It was... A pleasure." And for as much as she growled and grumbled, she sounds genuine.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Hey. It's stupid to step out in front of a moving vehilce without looking. Sure, he's dense NOW, so it's not going to hurt HIM, but the sudden stop hurts US, so yeah. Dumbasses step out in front of moving vehicles," Darcy retorts back, defending herself more than tryingto insult Thor. Tony's remark earns a roll of her eyes. Yes yes. I'm the spring chicken. Wanna make something of it grampa?

With Sif moving to step away, Darcy smiles pleasantly.

"Likewise. You're a badass. Any time you wanna hang, go drinking, whatever. Lemme know."