5134/To Stalk a Derby Girl

To Stalk a Derby Girl
Date of Scene:	09 August 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Darcy Lewis, Winter Soldier, Quake, Hawkeye (Barton), Melinda May, Chris Redfield

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Darcy Lewis has posed:
It had been a close game. 63 to 61, in overtime. Darcy had cheered the loudest she had in her life, and when her team came away with the win, she was elated. Hugs were given and she happily went with them to the after party. Gridiron Gals liked to party in Hell's Kitchen. Because of reasons.

Sure, Darcy likes teh Liberty Belles, but they were a bit too far for her to always make practice and games. So, when she found Gridiron, she switched over. And she liked the sleek yellow and black checkered outfits. The skirts were nice too. Rocking booty shoirts and a shirt that most people would say she was too fat to rock, Darcy was out in her derby finest, shaking it on the dance floor, grinding with teammates and without a care in the world.

Her hair was loose and stick to the sweat on her skin. Her navel was bare, and teh belly ring caught the low lights in the bar as she moved. Her glasses were no where in sight, but her bright pink eyes focused easily on the slimmer pink haired girl she was dancing with. Slimmer, but not smaller. They were of a height, if not a size.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Bucky had only arrived towards the end, catching the very finish of the competition. It seemed visceral, intense, and plenty captivating to him. He didn't want to impose himself too quickly on Darcy. And, frankly, he rather wanted to take her by surprise.

So she'll turn ong hte dance floor and find him looking at her. He's not dancing much, beyond a bit of bobbing head and a tapping of his feet. It's clear he's been watching her, though. THe metal arm doesn't get as much remark here, combined with an A-line tank top and an old pair of dog tags hanging around his neck. His hair's pulled back in a ponytail to keep it out of his face. One of his shoulder is pucked with scars, marks of a long ago session in the Red Room.

"Told you I'd find you." he says.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
She saw the look on her teammate's face: Brawn, your six.

The pink-haired girl was not into guys, but the large ones enjoyed the smaller girl, enjoyed the size difference, and they wanted her. Darcy was her Blocker, in practice and at parties. Darcy blocked the Brawn that would try to hit on the smaller girl, impose themselves on her, make her night go wrong.

Darcy turned on the Brawn, a sly smile on her lips, a cutting remark on the tip of her tongue. It's a remark she chokes on when she spots James. Her cheeks paled then flushed a heartbeat later. Her bright pink eyes flared open wide and her flourescent purple lips (thank you Crayola!) opened in an O.

"James?!" she blurts out, because she really hadn't expected him at all. A moment of surprise, and then Darcy smiles hugely, the aggressive protective tension flooding from her. She tosses herself up to him for a hug. So what if he looks like he could drop everyone here.

"Tag, I'm it!"

Winter Soldier has posed:
He wraps his arms around her and lifts her from her feet, welcoming her with a brush of his lips over hers and quite literally sweeping her off her feet. He casually tosses her over a shoulder and nods to Darcy's teammates.

"You heard her. She's it. So...um...we're going to play hide and go seek. You guys have fun doing...your thing...that you're doing." he says, a little awkwardly, before he starts to carry her away.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy hummed into the kiss, leaning up into him without a fight, so that him lifting her is even easier than he might have guessed. That he did was a surprise.

"Hey!" Darcy squeaks as she's tossed over a burly shoulder like a sack of hot potatos. Her little cry made the pink haired girl frown suddenly, that same possessive unafraid look Darcy has coming to the fore.

"Put my Tazer down, you jackass," says the very small skater. One of her slim hands go to her even more slender hips, and her ruby red lips frown darkly makeing the gleaming ring hanging from the septum seem almost demonic. The only reached out for a woman nearly as tall as Bucky himself. Tall, slim, athletic, this girl has that girl next door look that contradicts the name that was on teh back of her jersey: Grrl-zilla. The number beneath? 1954. If you like the movies, that was teh year the very first Godzilla was released.

Girl-zilla turns to survey the situation, namely tall man with dogtags and a silver arm and long hair has Darcy on his shoulder, her rump up in the air.

"You good there, Queenie?" Grrl-zilla asks, leaning a bit to try to see Darcy, whose hair is a curtain around her face and she huffs to try to shover herself more upright with her hands using Bucky's upper ass (lower back, this is an arguement at my house) for support.

"Are you kiddin' me, Grrl?" snaps the tiny Sugar Punch Fairy with pink hair, glaring at the two BEHEMOTHS surrounding her as if the teacup skater could intimidate them all with a sugary pout. "Muscles just HEFTED her without ASKING!" because that's the point here, and not that Darcy had almost leapt into his arms a moment before.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier had been in an affable, even light-hearted state, at least for him. As the remaining Derby Girls confront him, however, that smile on his face slowly fades, the sheen in his eyes going from bright to dull as he assesses them each.

"Darcy, call your friends off. Please," he says. He's thinking more for their protection than his, but he can already tell from the mad dog hackles raising, a show of superiority will just agitate this crew. Yes, he could kill them all where they stand, most of them bleeding out before the echo of their skull off the floor stopped.

But he wasn't doing that anymore.

He wasn't supposed to.

He didn't want to.

"Please," he repeats, and she can feel his arm pivot and help to set her down beside him, as the programming in his head has already painted the room red.

Quake has posed:
Skye hadn't been able to tell Clint all the things she'd been up to with one Matt Murdock - for reasons - but she had made a promise to him, that she'd at least introduce him to the neighbourhood bar. Of course part of the reason she'd made the promise was on the off chance that Matt was there, alone or with his friends, and she could 'accidentally' introduce them all and let the awkward pieces fall where they may.

Speaking of May, Skye nabbed her along the way, too. For all sorts of other reasons, most of which having to do with May worked entirely too hard, and well... Matt's girlfriend had a gaggle of ninja at her disposal. Two birds. One stone.

NOT that Skye really, really expected trouble..

"Trust me," she tells the pair as she waltzes them into Josie's. "You're going to like this place. The beer is good. The people are nice. It's.. you know, a bar. How can you go wrong?"

Well, Darcy, the derby girls, and a misunderstanding with Bucky. That's how you go wrong.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Skye had Clint at bar. Once that was said he was in, completely unaware any machinations going on around accidental meetings with a certain blind lawyer, or ninjas. Though, Clint being Clint, the ninjas might have been a selling point. I mean, how often do you get to fight ninjas?

All the same, when he sees the bar, he grins. "Wow this takes me back, used to hang here back before SHIELD picked me up. In my short lived vigilante days," he supplies before stepping inside.

Seeing, Bucky, Darcy and a crap ton of derby girls, can't help but smile, "Crowd's changed since I've last been here."

Melinda May has posed:
Things May knew about today: Darcy took the afternoon off. It was a derby-related request. Her Facebook (according to the Intel people who follow that sort of thing) was updating very frequently. What she did not know: that the bar Skye insisted on dragging her to was the same place from Darcy's Facebook posts. The odds. She doesn't like them. They usually mean Fate has rolled a 1.

... and she is SO blaming another senior agent for that stray and horribly nerdy thought.

However, upon setting foot into said bar and out of habit letting her eyes scan the place and everyone inside it, she immediately breaks away from Skye and Clint and makes as close to a beeline as possible toward Darcy, Barnes, and the other women around. And she insinuates herself between the metal-armed man and the women, apparently not caring one bit that at least one of them is considerably taller than she is. She says nothing, she just stands there and stares.

Back off. Seriously.

Chris Redfield has posed:
So...possible riot huh?

Redfield had entered the bar along with everyone else, dressed in casual clothing while, of course, remaining quite armed to the teeth regardless. He walks up behind the group, his eyes looking forward as he approaches. "So, five seconds away from home and we already start itching for trouble, huh?" He looks then to Darcy and Bucky, but says nothing else regarding the matter.

"I've actually never quite been to this bar before." His eyes looking to May. Wow...the Cavalry is seriously scary. Chris just stays out of her way as he looks between May, Darcy, and Bucky...

aaaand slowly inches towards Clint. "Hey man. Long time no see."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Set up on her feet, Darcy flips her hair free of her face and then laughs. Yes, laughs. Bucky's getting ready to open coffins for people, derby girls are ready to start fisticuffs they can't win, and Darcy's laughing.

"Grrl, Sugarplum-" "Punch" "-whatver-" "Why do I like you again?" "My tits." "Okay, fair point. You okay with this assmunch?"

Cue May. Sugarpunch binks and looks up at May as Grrl looks down. Darcy sighs and looks up at the ceiling.

"Oh.My.God. Why do I request time off again? Seriously. Okay. everyone, listen up. Sayign this once. Brawn's my brawn. He gets to smack my ass and toss me on his shoulder. Grrl, you're on Fairy Duty now. I'm going to hang with my Beefcakerson and my SO who is apparently a STALKER." Darcy pauses and steps forward to peer at May, those unnatural pink irises seeming to glow. Is she scary? People think so. Darcy? Darcy seems utterly unafraid of the elder agent, even as the other derby girls are backing away and Grrl is now steering Sugarpunch away.

"Seriously, May, baby... Chillax it some. Imma a big girl now," Darcy's saying to May. All as she's reached for James's hand with her own, hodling it and offering him some anchor of 'i got you, Boo' in this whirlwind of too much estrogen wanting to tango with him.

Not int he horizontal way.

...there isn't a way to make this sound PG is there? Alright then. I'm done.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier takes Darcy's hand and lets her pull him away from the confrontation. He feels his fight or flight urge settle down a bit, in part because he barely understands a word that Darcy says to these people. He may speak many languages, but Derby Girlese is still a little outside of his realm of experience. Not much conventional usage in the field of espionage.

He just nods and takes a couple of steps back, hoping the situation's defused and prepared in case it isn't. He also notes the influx of trained personnel in the bar. Not sure if that's a good or a bad thing.

Quake has posed:
Skye? Not phased one bit. She's been out with Darcy enough that the riot act is just part and parcel of the experience. She trounces on by the kerfluffle, the bar, and plunks ass in a seat, telling the waiter, "Pitcher of beer, please." Before calling over, "Hey, Glittertits, you trying to cause a fight?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
At Skye's call, another derby girl looks over. No where near the altercation, Glittertits blinks, looks around, then replies, "Do you want me to?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint turns his head as Chris inches over, "Hey man, welcome to the circus," he says with a grin before he follows after Skye, chucking his chin to signal for Chris to join them. An invitation is shot May's way too, if she's not going to be too busy kicking Darcy's ass.

Grabbing a seat next to Skye, he looks back to Chris, "Chris Redfield, Skye Johnson, Skye Johnson, Chris Redfield, he's from ops, Skye is from whatever Fury gets her to do, and some of what he doesn't," he explains unhelpfully.

There is a glance back at the rest of the bar, "And that's May, and the guy with Darcy is Bucky," he say naming the rest of the names.

Melinda May has posed:
May does indeed 'chillax it some' when the other derby girls back off. She also steps clear of Barnes' personal space while staying close enough to talk to Darcy. "I am not a stalker. Talk to Skye, she's the one that chose this dive." And speaking of, she heads back toward the other agents now.

As soon as she's back over by the hacker and the archer (Clint should totally have taught Skye to fight with axes), she asks seemingly innocently, "Did you choose this place because you knew Darcy would be here?"

She chooses a chair also at the table Skye has picked out, and it seems like the kerfuffle is already over and done with. "Mr. Redfield. It's been a while."

Chris Redfield has posed:
Chris looks to Clint and he follows him to Skye and Clint's chosen seated spot. "Nice to meet you Skye." He does extend a hand for a handshake before he looks over to Darcy, Bucky, and May once more. watching drama unfold. "....are they usually like that?" he looks to May before he smiles lightly to her. "Ms. May. Indeed it has. But good to see you again." he shrugs lightly as he orders himself a nice little bottle of spirits. Whiskey, specifically.

Though he does look to Bucky for a while. "Hm." but he says nothing, shrugging a bit. "I take it those are Darcy's...gal pals?" he says it in the nicest way possible, looking over at the derby girls before he shrugs and simply sips on his beer when it arrives.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
May tosses Skye under the bus -- not THAT bus -- and Darcy slides her pink gaze her friend's way.

"Hey Shitcode!" Darcy calls out, then lifts a finger to Skye in a proper derby salute. Hand still in Bucky's, Darcy lowers her othe rhand and looks over at him. He's tense. He's on edge, and so Darcy makes a choice. She had come here outside of work, to be with her derby girls, to dance and drink, and maybe get frisky in the girl's room, or let a guy drool at her cleavage to cock-block for Sugarpunch. She didn't come by to do the work thing.

Not, mind, that she hated her work friends. On the contrary, they were awesome and she loved them enough to buy them gifts. Like that purple lacey somethings she bought Clint for Skye to wear that she's got on good authority.. oh, that's right. Bucky is front row to her smile growing like a devil's.

"Hey! Shitcode!" Darcy calls out again, waiting for Skye to flip her off and look over. "Wear that lace thong and bra set I buy for Hotpants! He blushed like he hadn't seen it yet! My heart is broken cuz you don't wear the things I buy him!"

There. That ought to give her some hell for being a stalker. Darcy is the only one allowed to use the power of the interweb which is delivered by camel in order to stalker her friends. It is in the rules Darcy just made up. So, there. Revenge given, Darcy turns to Bucky and smiles sweetly again.

"Where were we?" Pause. "Right. Tag. I'm it. Sack of potatoes." Darcy holds up her arms. "Okay. Let's go. Parts unknown, nefarious deeds, all-night Who-athon. By the way, Thirteenth is actually why hotter than I thought she was gonna be," Darcy rambles at the killer, becuase it's calming or something.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier shakes his head, "I'm not wearing the Fez. I don't even know what it means, but I know I'm not wearing it," he says. He makes quick eye contact with the others, just enough to note their presence and make sure they note his.

Then he proceeds to haul Darcy back over his shoulder, full caveman style, and head for the motorcycle he has waiting them outside. Hi-ho, Silver.

Quake has posed:
Skye grins at Darcy. "Maaaaaaybe," she comments innocently. "Might even be wearing it now."

Of course her answer is geared for maximum Clint embarrassment. Clint, who is introducing her to Chris.

"Oh hey." She shakes his hand. "Not quite as.. No, actually, Clint's right. I kind of do my own thing at SHIELD. I was Logistics." Not that she'd stayed within that box. Clint was right, Skye did her own thing, and Fury oversaw, making sure she didn't get them all into trouble they couldn't pull her out of.

"And NO," Skye tells May. "I didn't know Darcy was here." In some ways Darcy being here wasn't helpful. "A friend frequents here. I didn't actually know everyone but me was familiar with the place."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint just grins at the attempt to embarrass him, "You are?" he gets up and mimes bending over to lift her like a sack of potatoes too. "Well, guess we're going home early," he says before planting his butt back on his stool.

He pours him and Skye a glass of beer each from the pitcher, then looks to Chris and May if they wanted one too.

"Drama is more or less Darcy's specialty, as for May's part in it? Well, you'll have to ask her. As for Darcy's gal-pals. No idea, never met them before, but I've heard the legends."

Melinda May has posed:
May declines the offer of some beer and instead asks a passing waiter for a glass of water. Mostly because she dislikes the taste of beer, and her liquor of choice isn't usually found in bars. (What? She's got particular tastes.)

As they comment on the earlier drama, she shrugs lightly. "Those girls were looking at Barnes too aggressively. I gave them the chance to walk away." Not walk away unscathed, not walk away with dignity intact. Just walk away. If Clint or Chris don't pick up on that distinction, she's not going to explain it. She's not expecting Skye to understand as she has the least combat history of the group.

Chris Redfield has posed:
Chris watches as Bucky and Darce make their rather...loud exit, and he just kinda sighs. "Well...that was exciting." He looks then to Skye and he raises a brow. "What...?" then a look to Clint. Nope. No, no nooooo. NOT gonna ask. But his eyes do fall upon May.

"...fair enough." and hey, the ladies DID walk away! if...maybe...a little scarred. But! that's okay. Eyes shift to Clint with a bit of a smile, happy to accept a glass of beer. "Fair enough. Too...loud for my taste." he shrugs, before looking at Skye.

"So...I take it you two are a thing?" he looks between Skye and Clint. It was obvious, sure, but hey, better safe than sorry.

Quake has posed:
Skye takes her beer from Clint, and makes a face at him. "In your dreams, Hotshot. You know darn well what I'm wearing. You were there." Which is to say no lacy getup. Just sensible bra and panties. Even if they did match.

And May would be wrong about Skye not following the innuendo of things. Skye hadn't just been a system kid, she'd been a kid shunted through group homes - the places where the problem kids were sent. The kids who couldn't be adopted out. Skye had seen more than her fair share of 'walk away or be carried away' in her liftetime before running away. Skye might not be the most combat oriented of the bunch, but she might understand that threat better than the rest of them.

She lets Chris' question lighten the mood for them all, though. "Us? A thing? Naaaah. He's way too tall. Monkey arms. Thinks purple is a fashion statement. Not my type at all."

Smirking all the while. Because, really, if it hadn't been for being given a prod in the right direction, the pair might still be derping their way around the fact that they liked one another very much.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint had picked up on the signals, but figured it was handled and if not, well he counted on Chris, Skye and May to be able to handle the roller girls as much bad PR as that might have been.

The bit about the panties earns a sigh, "Right, I was," he says. "So... later?" he asks already raising an arm to ward off a swat. He keeps it raised as he says, "And she's too into her work, and short, waaay too short."

Yeah, he was so paying for this one.

"But yeah, we're a thing," he clarifies, before adding. "Didn't know Darce and Bucky were though, well, if they are," he looks to May and Skye to see if they're any more up on the gossip than he was.

Melinda May has posed:
If May were the sort to roll her eyes, she would SOOO be doing so right now. But her lack of expression probably says it all.

"No, that was news to me." She doesn't really subscribe to the Triskelion grape vine, and never has. If Darcy feels that whatever is going on between Barnes and her is important enough to tell the powers that be, then she'll hear about it. Only if and until then, it's none of her business. Though, just like Skye and Clint, she'll probably have to sit them down for a nice little shovel talk.

IF that's the case.

She nods her thanks as the waiter drops off her water glass. "So I take it your friend isn't here, Skye?" Unless Skye's friend has some association with the derby team, she suspects not.

Chris Redfield has posed:
A chuckle simply escapes Chris's mouth as Skye turns playful about his question in her denial while Clint admits it pretty much right off the bat. "Figured as such. But clarification is often polite." he says with a bit of a chuckle before his eyes fall upon May.

"Hey, news to me too. I don't exactly have a 'who's in a relationship with who' app on my phone." he teases lightly before he shrugs. "Friend? Were we all supposed to meet someone?" He asks wit ha tilt of his head.

Quake has posed:
"Too short?" Skye swats Clint with a laugh. "You are soooo sleeping on the couch tonight. The purple one." The purple one big enough for two, Clint might note.

Chris gets a sighing admittal, "Yeah. We're a thing. No worries. We got the talk." From May. Fury.. well, it wasn't quite 'the talk', but it was understood.

As for the question about Darcy, Skye shrugs. "News to me. But Darcy does who she wants to. Not sure she has the word monogamy in her vocabulary. Oh god, I just used a big word." She washes the taste of it down with a swig of beer. "And no, my friend isn't here. But this is his usual haunt. Thought maybe if he was here we could all meet one another." And, you know, talk about some of the issues the man was having.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint laughs when the expected swat comes then soothes his 'pain' with a swig of beer. "Uh-huh, horrible, horrible fate," he says about the couch.

He rolls his eyes at mention of the talk. "Yes, it was very informative, you know when two agents love each other veeeeery much?" he says with a shake of his head.

"And hm, yeah, don't mention that app to Fitz, he might actually make one," Clint grins to Chris. "And huh, yeah, had no idea, heard some rumours ages ago, but didn't think much of them. Well, good on them. I'm sure Bucky is getting fully introduced to the relationship game circa 2018. Better him than Cap, could you imagine? I think he'd die of a heart attack from the salty language alone."

More beer is had then he says, "Sorry he's not here. Most of the guys from Saint Iggy's were jerks, sounded like you got a way better orphanage than me if there was at least one person worth knowing."

Melinda May has posed:
May looks at Clint VERY flatly but doesn't otherwise comment. She just mildly takes a sip of her water until he brings up Captain Rogers.

"I'll never understand why people keep forgetting that Rogers was in the Army in the Forties."

She mentally stops and parses what Clint just said, then looks at Skye. "You didn't mention that this friend was someone you knew when you were younger."

Quake has posed:
Skye nods to May, her features taking on a slightly guarded cast. "Yeah. We uh.. crossed paths back at St. Agnes when we were both young. He was already older than I was. Kind of an accident we ran into one another again, actually."

May might remember Skye's attourney when she'd been 'arrested' during the Rising Tide affair.

"Turns out he was the partner for the only lawyer I knew when I needed one. We figured out the connection and as it happens, we're the only people we know from back then, so yay, instant friends?"

Kind of. Most people wouldn't base a friendship on that, but it was working for her and Matt so far. Probably because of the extraneous connections to other matters. Like her arrest. And his girlfriend. Genus.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
The story was mostly for May's benefit, so Clint just sits back and sips his beer. "Well, if we have to come back another time and look for him again, I'm game," he says before watching a plate of chicken wings go by. "Especially if those taste as good as they smell," he says.

He does flash a smile to Skye, "And hey, friends are good, even if they come from weird coincidences and shared bad memories."

Chris Redfield has posed:
Chris looks upon everyone before he takes another sip of his beer...then his burner phone goes off, a sigh on his face. Mission from Fury. "Well...thanks for the fun everyone. But...you know how it is." with a smile on his face, he simply pushes a button on his phone before he trashes it. Burner phone. He already knew his mission.

He starts to head out that way. "See you all soon. Let's get drinks again sometime, yeah?" he smiles happily then as he makes his way out.

An interesting night to be sure.

Melinda May has posed:
May nods to Chris as he takes his leave, and then most of her usual stoic demeanor drops. She is somehow more willing to be emotive around Clint and Skye? Don't think about it for too long.

"Well, friends in unlikely places is never a bad thing. And frighteningly, I have to agree with Clint. If we have to come back another time, I don't mind doing that."

And she glances at the wings that Clint is eyeing. "Because I won't say no to wings either."