7862/Eff Bed Rest

Eff Bed Rest
Date of Scene:	13 June 2019
Location:	Foyer, The Triskelion
Synopsis:	In which Phil tries to Dad at Darcy, and Darcy teenage's back at him. Or, this is why SHIELD Medical hates most of its Agents.
Cast of Characters:	Darcy Lewis, Ota, Phil Coulson

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Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy steps out of the hallway leading to the R&D Labs, talking to her tablet.

"...MaLuz to put that together and see if maybe she'll deliver it? Boy's panicked and needs a Mexian gramma." Her voice is steady enough, given what she had been through less than 24 hours ago. She hasn't even filled the after action report on it yet. It's on that tablet in her hand. Her right hand. The left is in a SHIELD blue sling. There's a bruise on her face, and instead of her usual banker's suit office attire, she's in a simple tshirt and yoga pants.. with actual flats on her feet. Sensible shoes for once.

Ota has posed:
"I did not know they put beds in hallways now," Ota remarks when he rounds the corner and sees Darcy. "Or did they move medical? Should you be running free?"

He gives her a clinically appraising once over.

Phil Coulson has posed:
"I heard some of the general idea through the grapevine." One Phil Coulson offers in a matter of fact voice as he steps into the Lab. "Point one." Phil actually brings up a hand and gives an index finger, counting. "After action reports would be great, because it'll give you something to do for-" Middle finger counted, "-point two. I know for a fact you're supposed to be on medical bed rest. I confirmed it with medical staff."

He gives his best disapproving dad face, "So are you going to head back to medical now, or do I need to take measures to make sure you don't break something else?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy eyes Belonwu, eyes way more focused behind the replacement glasses she's got on her face, than when these two first met.

"Because it matters to you why again? Doc send you to find me? Man, do they not like you at all!" she tells him, with a tone that smacks of 'I have no idea who the hell you are, so I'm going to try to out sass you so you don't try to drag me back to medical since I am fully aware that you are taller and stronger than I am and while injured I don't stand a chance'. And she's unapologetic about it, dismissing him and brushing right past the agent she failed to recognize as the one that drug her broken ass back to Medical.

And then there was Coulson.

Darcy's eyes rolled faintly, sliding toward the elder agent, before she puts on her best grin.

"I was heading out of R&D to get some rest even as we speak, Dad," she says. "But, actually, glad i ran into you. Cuz, this?" she pauses, using her tablet to indicate herself and therefore her injuries. "Your pet speedster's fault. Sort of. I think he's been kidnapped, by the way?" Pause. "I really should finish this report, huh?"

Phil Coulson has posed:
"He's not my pet speedster." Phil helpfully informs Darcy, and he's completely unfazed by the attempted deflection as he steps over to her. "I did one interview and need to talk to him again, I'm not his keeper in any fashion."

He steps feet away from her, "and I'm very keyed in to the fact you're trying to deflect."

He points, helpfully, towards the door, "Get."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"I am not trying to deflect," Darcy counters. She's put her hands on her hips if one wasn't in a sling. "The boy came by looking for you and when I escourted him out so he wouldn't eat us out of house and home, we got attacked by some other speedster in a black suit that did not sound like he was running even when he was running. I got used as bait while whoever that was ran him right into a force field tube thing and knocked him out. Your need to talk to him again might require you getting a full extraction going," she states, planting herself with that same 'no you move' look she had in New Mexico, when SHIELD evac'd the town, but neglected the pet store and Darcy glared them all down, stole a truck, and cleared the puppies herself.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Phil doesn't budge, his hand continuing to point at the door... and Phil doesn't reply either.

He's way too old to fall for a second deflection.

Though his eyes do light with slight amusement as she continues, in a 'I know what you're doing, and it's almost cute. Almost' way.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy does put her right hand on her hip, glaring.

"At least tell me you're going to use that pager whatever thing he said he gave you to track him down and make sure he's okay. Because I can handle you being a self-important ass to me, but when your self-important assness starts costing innocent bystanders, I start getting unhappy. No one likes it when I'm unhappy, Phil," she states, voice flat and even and serious in a way that she so rarely seems.

"He didn't want anything more than to talk to you, and someone thought they'd grab up a restaurant full of civies, and then fling them at high speeds through most of Midtown - myself included - just to get to him, and in what seems to be your MO, you don't seem to have a fuck to give."

Phil Coulson has posed:
"I care very much about what happened, but that doesn't change that you need bed rest by medical orders." Phil informs her, "He gave me a big red emergency button to push for when we need him. Right after talking with you, I plan on walking right over to our tech people and see what they tell me about using this thing to trangulate a signal to find him."

That hand is still pointed at the door, and he doesn't budge, "now, if you're done trying to make unfounded accusations, it's time to head back to medical."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy watches Phil, like she's reading to see into his soul, before she finally relents and nods once.

"Off I go, then. I'll tag you to my report when it's done. Typing one-handed sucks," she says, lifting hte tbalet with her good hand as if to demonstrate.