7868/Lunch with Mooaz

Lunch with Mooaz
Date of Scene:	13 June 2019
Location:	Food Court - The Triskelion
Synopsis:	In which Darcy's out of medical, Galina suggests an oomphier taser, and Thor makes a heroic entrance. Or the SHIELD Cafeteria plays Kenny G and no one is surprised. (https://youtu.be/WxcDDPGFv4A)
Cast of Characters:	Crimson Dynamo, Darcy Lewis, Thor, Winter Soldier, Elektra

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Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    Back in Moscow, the only open cafeteria was on the base for the local army regiment. These were conscripts generally, and administered poorly. You could get krokodil in the kitchen if you knew how to ask, and heaven help you if you went there for the food. Granted it was a familar eatery for Galina, if only because she spent quite so long defunded. The Cafeteria down beneath the triskellion then is a marvel as far as she's concerned, and the fact that she doesn't even have to pay is just the flower on top.

    There aren't many folks down here to begin with, but nobody present seems eager to share a table with everyone's favorite Russian. She's working ever so casually on a tray piled high with a veritable cornicopia of chow, though she seems to have an unhealthy appetite for corndogs and coca-cola in particular. Cigarette smoldering between her lips, in open defiance of the "NO SMOKING" signs posted on the wall behind her.

    The Crimson Dynamo everyone, in the trademark green and grey Gorka suit she tends to rock these days. The sleeves pushed up to her elbows, exposing that metallic left arm and all the inkwork decorating her right. Relaxing after spending entirely too long fussing after paperwork and submitting after action reports. Who knew it was so complicated to acquire anti-tank weaponry...right?

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy makes her way in, finally released properly from medical under the restriction of light duty. Which means she works four hours a day max, for two hours at a stretch at most. And she gets checked up by a doctor twice a day. Fatigued and annoyed, she heads to her favorite table just to sit and not think work things. The bruise on her face is visible and her left arm is in a sling.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    Ashes her cigarette casually as she eyes Darcy, well she's hardly shy. "Holy shit, you look like that and they've kept you sober?"Lips twisting into a wry little grin. "You need rare beef and Banannas, iron and Potassium make bruises go away."And well she does lift a Bananna, offering to toss it if Darcy fancies such things. Sadly no steak of course, but this is the Crimson Dynamo so vodka probably?

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"I almost wish they hadn't left me sober. My god, do I wish they hadn't kept me sober. Dealing with Jeffery is headache inducing on good days. On concussion days? No. How I have not murdered him today? Hel if I know, but today I wanted to tase him so much," darcy says, her voice tight and not at all its usual bright. Seeing the banana, she holds out her right hand.

"Oh, god: yes please, come to momma," she calls out. If she weren't clearly injured, she might almost sound orgasmic.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    Almost throws, buuut thinks better of it. Instead she grabs her improbably overfull tray and just heads over to join Darcy, at which point she can just hand the Banana over with a little nod. Occupied with a bite of corndog for a moment before..."Don't taze people, you need to punch people in the throat. You know somone gets a good correction, and thats the end of it. It's different when you put hands on somone, makes it personal."

    And another pause, as she dips her head down to chain up another cigarette. "Anyway, who the fuck are you?"Galina lifts the little badge on a lanyard around her neck, she's a green badge. A contractor, not officially official. That said, she's also apparently the "Crimson Dynamo", so who knows.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"But, I like tasing people. It's my thing," Darcy pouts. She's cute when she pouts, even when she's fumbling with working a banana peel with limited use of one arm. Banana peeled, Darcy bites down. One cheek chipmunks and she talks with her mouth full.

"Maffy Mooaz," she says, setting the banana down on the table to get her own ID badge to show off. See? Darcy Lewis. Level 5 - MOSS Admin.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    And a sage nod "Is pleasure Darcy, I am Galina Nemirovsky better known as the Crimson Dynamo yeah?"She doesn't offer a hand to shake, but well Darcy's got her hands full it looks like. "So what on earth hurt you, I would have thought an administrator would not be in too much danger no?"

    "Tazer is silly, come see me when you are better and I will see if I cannot come up with something better. More powerful, or at least capable of a higher fire rate yes?"And a little shrug. "I have toyed with such things before, first mechanical arm I wore had this ability. It was not ideal though, was triggered in shower accidentally and that was it for me."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Oh. Worng place. Wrong time. Fuck, do I wish Thor was there though. For reals. Fuck, I wish Thor were here right now. Everyone here is either annoyed or immune to my whining," Darcy grouses faintly. Of course, then Dynamo is offering DARCY more powerful weaponry and it makes Darcy laugh. It's a laugh that leaves her groaning and clutching her ribs. Those are cracked.

"Yeah.. ooo... I don't think.. ow.. Don't think the world's ready for me with a high powered taser."

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "Yes well, thats why you need it. Catch them by surprise."Cigarette waggled to drive the point home as she switches from corndog to corndog, dear lord where does she put it all? "Have not yet met Thor, though heard of him obviously. Served on a team with perun and Chernobog for time, Perun more grandfatherly. Perun also god of lightning and thunder, though wields axe."And a little nod there "Also he cooks a lot, like all of the time. It was always roast this or baked that, which was very nice."And a little shrug as she ponders "Pretty sure he is dead now though, Chernobog probably still alive somewhere but he was great raging asshole. God of the dead and so fourth."

Thor has posed:
    Outside, the sky darkens, as from over the eastern sea, ominous storm clouds come rolling in. Lightning crackles within them, flashing like strobe lights and creating the sound of distant rolling thunder. The wind howls like a banshee. Within moments, it seems like the Triskelion is the epicenter of a sudden and vicious, if rainless, storm. A brilliant flash of blue lightning cracks, with ear splitting thunder, just outside the main entrance to the building.

    As the smoke clears, The God of Thunder himself stands in the epicenter of the scorched blast mark, still bristling with arcs of electrical power down his armor clad arms and chest. It sizzles and crackles from his radiant eyes, which turn their fearsome gaze towards an one of the many guards who approach him with their hands extended to warn him off.

    "Out of the way...Greg!" Thor's voice booms with might and authority born of nobility and Divine heritage. His hand, clutching the one handed, blunt instrument of destruction known as Mjolnir, tightens his grip on the leather thong at the end, and gives it two quick spins before thrusting outward, turning the Thunderer into a streak of lightning with a crimson trail following his windswept wake, practically toppling poor Greg in the process.

    And nary a second later, he arrives in the cafeteria, skidding to a halt sideways on the waxed floors.

    A moment of stunned silence fills the halls, where only the gentle sounds of Kenny G playing lightly on the speakers breaks the silence. All eyes,of course, turn on to Thor, and Thor, in turn, gives a brief glance about at everyone else who were clearly going about their business eating.

    Thor lowers Mjolnir to his side, and looks around, ducking his head and lifting his free hand to give a shy wave. "Apologies! Sorry. Sorry... Hello there... You there... you have a little... chicken salad on your tie. There.. no there... there you go."

    With that settled, Thor sighs deeply, before catching sight of Darcy with a stranger. "Darcy Lewis! If thou hast invoked my name to slay another spider..."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Perun's also a god of-" Cue Thor. Darcy turns, wincing at the twist, before glancign up at the over head speakers.

Jesus fuck. Really? That's what is being piped in here? Fuck.

And then her name is boomed. Darcy shoves herself up to her feet, cheeks pink, and good right arm lifting placatingly.

"No, no. No spider, Sparky. Just me, talking good about you. Sorry about worrying you. Umm.. want a banana?" she scoops it up and offers the half eaten thing over.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    Pauses mid corndog, blinking slowly for a moment before finally swollowing and setting her corndog aside. She doesn't meet an Avenger every day after all, in the suit or otherwise. So she rises, snuffing out her cigarette in that coffee cup turned ashtray. "Dobry Den, Tovarish. Is great pleasure to finally meet you, yes?"Thankfully, she'd hung out with gods before so this isn't -too- much of a shock.

    Anywho she offers a lopsided smile and a hand, if he fancies a shake. "I am known as the Crimson Dynamo, I was a comrade of Perun who I believe you know?"Because there must obviously be some sort of lightning diety union, local 371 probably. "Me and Darcy here were enjoying a pleasant discussion over the usefulness of Tazers, I would be honored surely if you would join us?"See she can be formal...ish..

Thor has posed:
    Mismatched eyes of blue and copper study Darcy's blushing face keenly, before Thor's posture relaxes. From his bracers, the fine, pearly steel interlocking scales that make up his armor start retracting upwards, exposing the bare flesh and densely packed muscle of his arms. Behind him, the billowing red cape actually seems to retract upwards, into the panel of his armored vestment that covers his shoulders, until it, too, disappears.

    "Good. I don't like spiders."

    His long legged stride carries him to the table where the two women were once enjoying conversation and food, and he lifts Mjolnir only to set it on the table, where it makes a strange humming sound before it clacks with a sense of finality to the surface of the table.

    He casts an apprehensive look at Darcy, before his lips curl into a faint smile, and he reaches out to snatch the banana, half eaten or not, from her hand.

    "Tis a pleasure to meet you, Lady Dynamo," Thor greets Galina, turning those sparkling dual-tone eyes on her, and letting his grin brighten. Though the mention of Perun has it quickly bleeding away. With a stern look, he reaches for the offered hand, grasping it firmly, and pulling her in closer, "You count Perun among those you would call friend?"

    He searches Galina's eyes for the answer for a moment, before he gives a brisk shake of her hand and releases, patting her shoulder heavily, but not hard. "That old man need pay me a visit at New Asgard. If you should see him, tell him he still owes me twenty rune stones from our last game of Liar's Dice!"

    Stuffing the banana in his mouth, Thor winks at Galina, and slides a seat over to plop down.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Releaved that Thor's not about to start shit because Darcy talked about him, she settles back into her seat, without food or drink in front of her. She was too tired and achey to stand in line. Left arm in that blue sling, bruise on her face, Darcy smiles at Thor knowing Perun, only for the smile to fall a bit when he asks Galina to deliver a message. Didn't Galina say that Perun was dead or something?

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "He said I would be counted amongst the Polianitsa when the time ran out, so yes I would count him amongst my friends. Unfortunately he left the Winter Guard years ago, did not agree with the politics. Last I heard he was dead, but the only other I knew was Chernobog and he's gone into hiding again so.."Hands lifted as she reclines a touch. "I am honored by this duty you offer me, but I am afraid I am not welcome in my homeland anymore. They have a complicated relationship with those who fight on their behalf."

    Head bowing as she finally lights up another cigarette, largely unphased with the present company it seems. "He said you were good people, that if we ever fought another Winter War I should endeavor not to slay you."And a wry little smile there at that one. "These days however, you may call me your ally. SHIELD has graciously sponsored my immigration, and funding for my armor. Which is all very good, because Mother Russia would very much like my head mounted on a pike for what I have done in her name."

Thor has posed:
    With Darcy sitting beside him, Thor reaches out to give her a reassuring pat on her knee, as she starts to look crestfallen. To Thor, this is clearly because he has claimed her banana. But she had made offer of it. It'd be rude to deny her.

    "Then you must be a mighty warrior, to have earned such high praise," Thor declares of Galina when she makes her boast of Perun's opinion of her. With her mention of Chernobog, there is clear distaste that flashes across the Norse God's ruggedly handsome features, but he says nothing of the matter.

    "I am sorry to hear of it," Thor says, his grumbling tone taking on a softer, more warm lilt after Galina mentions her exile from her home. "I know what it is to lose a homeland."

    He looks as if he might say more, but instead, as his mouth opens to vocalize, he turns his attention back to Darcy. "And you, Darcy Lewis... How have you come to this injured state that I now behold you in? And were you in danger, why did you not but calleth my name?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
Well, he's not a real Russian. But he's another bit of Soviet engineering, SHIELD's resident cyborg. Buck's in jeans, t-shirt, no attempt to hide the arm. Not here - this is his home, isn't it? At his side paces the big German Shepherd, her gold and black coat perfectly groomed.

Galina's presence visibly startles him, enough so that the dog looks up at him in concern. His little furry emotional buffer apparently deems the situation calm enough that she doesn't step in.

And then there's Thor. "Yeah she's a hell of a fighter," Buck confirms, in that flat voice, heading for that table as if utterly sure of his welcome. He's got that flat mask on, the prisoner's lack of affect, once the concern has faded. The Thunderer's asking the question he wants answered, so he doesn't repeat it.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy looks over at Bucky's voice, not sure if he was talking about her being a fighter or not, even as she's blushing a bit as Thor chides her for not calling.

"It was too fast, Blondey. Like seriously too fast. Meta humans, speedsters. I was feeding one, someone who came in looking for Coulson. After he was done I was going to bring him back here so May could talk to him, but ...I'm still writing the report. I don't know.. There were these bubbles? One minute I was at the table about to get a pot sticker and the next whoosh! Out the door, in a bubble, and there was this guy in black, runing fast. And then a yellow force field, and Coulson's meta was knocked out and then everything went black. I didn't have TIME to call you," Darcy says, not really up for telling her story the way a Good Asgardian would have told the story. She looks over at Thor.

"Disappointed?" she asks in a tiny voice while pushing out the last chair at their table for Bucky, that silent wordless invitation she has for him so he can sit if he wants, and if he doesn't she covers it by putting her feet on the seat.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    It's the dog claws on the tile that gets her attention, proof that all that anti-tank weaponry hadn't destroyed her hearing entirely. She turns to offer Bucky a smile, a small one but it's genuine. Sliding a pack of smokes over where he can get one should he fancy. Thor for the moment, has the floor however. "He is one of many, The Government of Russia does not appreciate it's heroes who fight on behalf of the people. Most heroes of any consequence are dead, in hiding or brainwashed. As far as I know, I am the only defector."

    But hey Bucky is here, and he gets a nudge from Gal's mechanical arm. Currently rocking her care worn Gorka set, and seated behind a lunch tray piled high with chow. Anyway, she offers over a corndog all the same. "Is good to see you tovarish, I was going to go looking for you after lunch. See if you might like to start working on a more regular basis with me, I'm starting to get bored of all this leisure time. Afraid It does not seem that leisure time agrees with me, too much thinking not enough fighting."A sly little grin forming. "Can't have people forgetting why they should be afraid of me."

Thor has posed:
    As Bucky arrives, Thor gives him an upnod of greeting. While normally, his greeting might be much more boisterous, right now, he is expecting a tale to be told by one Darcy Lewis. A tale that would explain her wounds. One which she... delivers. Vaguely. Which leaves the Thunder God frowning, as his gaze drifts from her to the hammer that rests on the table before him. His jaw visibly tenses under the thick, coarse beard of copper, as he grits his teeth, and those mismatched eyes of his are reflective of the tempestous heart that roils in his chest. They look like a storm brewing.

    "Nay," he replies to the question of being disappointed. Though he leans back in his seat, folding his massive arms across his chest, still clutching the last bit of banana in one hand.

    "Not disappointed. Only angry. I would have you tell me all that you know about those who assaulted your person, so that Thor Odinson may visit his wrath upon them."

Winter Soldier has posed:
He's learned to keep his reserve in the face of greater threats to its integrity than the temptation to grin at Thor's rather grandiose phrasing, so there's only the flicker of amusement in the pale eyes as he seats himself. The dog sits down at his feet, sniffing the air. Ozone from Thor's arrival, Galina and her solvent and metal melange, akin to Buck's own, but not the same. And a new human she doesn't know.

The offer of both corndog and comradeship has him blinking. "Sure," he says, simply. "And yeah, too much time to brood....that's rough." Spoken as someone who would know. He waves away the offered cigarette with murmured thanks. No comment on people forgetting why they should fear.....though at least most of the SHIELD agents he encounters no longer flinch when he moves suddenly.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"If I knew, I'd have told you, suited up, and walked you straight at them," Darcy tells Thor, sounding sad about that.

"But he wasn't normal, if you get me. He looked human enough, but when he spoke.. Even when you run, you make that hmf hmf, you know? Your voice bounces? Everyone's does. His? His did not. It was... unnatural. But he wasn't after me. I was bait. I was bait becuase I was sitting with him, and talking to him. I'm sorry. I know that doesn't help, like at all, but it's all I got," Darcy says, reaching over with her good hand to rest her fingertips on Thor's upper arm, resolutely refusing to let herself dwell on the flicker of surprise on Bucky's face as she offers him a seat at her table. She always has. She adopted him, after all. She tries to feed him. When she's herself (not like now), she tries to make him smile, to loosen that haunted look in his eyes. She forgot when it seemed to stop working.

"But, hey! I'm in one piece, so that's something, right? It's just some cracked ribs and a dislocated shoulder, and a really bad headache." And some bruises, but that's like Tuesday in Darcylandia. "I'll be right as rain in like... a few months." Squishy Mortal.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    Theres a buzz of a phone, and Galina freezes for a moment before withdrawing her smartphone as if it were an alien blaster. She gives a careful study to the thing, and a lift of the brow before clearing her throat. "Well, it would seem my specific skillset has been requested. Something to do with bombs and a power plant, lovely."She gives Buck's shoulder a nudge, before rising slowly. Reluctant to leave -all- that chow, but well so she goes. "Anywho, Call me if any of you need me yes? Not like I'm too busy these days."and poof, off she goes.

Thor has posed:
    "Brooding," Thor says, tossing a brief glance between Bucky and Galina, "is like a storm. It is only a boon once it passes. Left to linger for too long, and one risks... Becoming a bat."

    If Thor just made a jab at the Batman, he does it so deadpan and straight faced that it is difficult to determine if that was the true meaning or not. His shoulders, easily as wide as a doorway, rise and fall with a shrug that could shift mountains, and he says, "I find myself more drawn to whiling away spare time playing Call of Duty on the XBox. I have made a great many friends, all across Midgard on the XBox Live chat. Though I must admit that there is no small share of pests. Never play with the one that goes by NoobMaster69. I am told he is a Troll, though I question how he might have escaped Asgard..."

    Currently, the God of Thunder is looking like a giant slab of beef in a black armored vest, his arms bared, and his hair a mussed mane of short cropped spikes. On the table before him rests Mjolnir, as if it were a perfectly normal table decoration. With him is Darcy Lewis, bruised and battered with an arm in a sling. Bucky Barnes, and his adorbs service dog whom Thor is totally NOT going to feed a corndog to under the table. Nope. Not going to happen. And the Russian chimney, Galina, who has smoked roughly half a pack of cigarettes within fifteen minutes, and looks eager to engage Bucky due to their shared history of defection from the Russians. Though now she's rising and making off with due haste after her phone goes off.

    "I will tell my brother, Loki, of your condition, Darcy Lewis. He is a great and terrible sorcerer, and my greatest advisor. I am certain that he will be able to use his magicks to mend your injuries," Thor proclaims, as he watches Galina depart with a curious expression. Bombs and a power plant seem like a fitting distraction, though her eagerness to feel useful is a feeling Thor can relate to all too well. Better to let her have her fun on her own time. There will be time for further adventures in the future.

    "It was pleasant meeting you!" Thor calls after her, before looking back to the other two at the table. He spreads his arms out to either side of him, looking at all that food that Galina left behind and beams a brilliant smile. "Well... Shall we?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
Whatever the problem is, the They in charge have apparently decided that two Russian cyborgs are better than one. Buck's own phone goes off, and he blinks down at it. "Sorry. 'scuse me," he says, a little gruffly. "Gotta go."

HE simply leaves his dinner without a backwards glance or further farewell. Apparently the Russians excised his manners when they installed the arm.

Elektra has posed:
And just like that, the void is filled. Galina leaves, and Elektra arrives. Of course she'd cleared security downstairs, dropping Darcy's name, but she could just have well dropped Bucky's - though she wasn't sure just how keen he'd be on her using him as an excuse to come wandering about. Darcy, Elektra knew, would be happy to see her, and as the gate had told her, Darcy was in the cafeteria. So cafeteria is where Elektra heads, stopping for a coffee - a black coffee - before meandering over to the table where the other sits.

"Oh, do tell. Who is your handsome friend." Elektra's gaze lingering on Thor rather longer than most might be comfortable with. Then again, Elektra isn't most people. And she might just be using that linger as a weapon. It was Elektra after all.

Sadly, she misses Bucky's departure, but she will leave word for him before she departs. AFter all, they have plotting and planning to get on with.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Bye, you two. Have fun storming the castle," Dary says as the pair of russians depart. Her eyes land on the food they left, and her stomach twists loudly, answering Thor's call to arms. FOOOD!! She's unashamed as she reaches out with her good arm for a corndog, using the tip of it to slide a portion cup of ketchup her way.

"Are you trying to hook me up with your brother?" she asks the Lord of Storms at her side, one brow quirking. She seems rather wary and intrigued at the same time.

"The same brother that sent a giant space death robot to kill you? Gave birth to a horse? ... conned you into a wedding dres? I bet you look hot in a dress though. We'll have to set an appointment at Kleinfield's. Becuase that would be-" Cue Elektra. Darcy looks up, blinks, then smiles and leaves the corndog on the plate. She stands, even though it hurts. She moves over to wrap her good arm around Elektra, even though it hurts. Then she moves to sit at Thor's side again.

"Ram, Thor. Thor, Ram. She bought me pretty jewels for my nips. Thor's my God on Speed Dial when I need spiders killed." Yay! Introductions! And corndog. She bites into it

Thor has posed:
    When Elektra arrives so suddenly, Thor looks up to her. He meets her gaze, his own a mismatched thing of blue in one eye and copper in the other, but regardless of the color, they seem to twinkle with warmth and friendliness. Inviting and kind. As is the smile that spreads his lips under a thick beard that has just past the point of "stubble beard" and into the "rugged" territory that comes before "grizzly". That smile, too, is inviting, dimpling his cheeks and creating crinkles at the edges of his eyes. And as long as she stares, Thor stares back. The Norse God doesn't seem to shrink under intense scrutiny like others might.

    "Thor Odinson, God of Thunder, Avenger, and King of New Asgard," The Thunderer introduces himself, after Darcy has made her own unique introduction. Which actually has Thor pausing and blinking his dark lashes in confusion, before he half turns his head in Darcy's direction.

    "She bought you... Come again?"

Elektra has posed:
"Jewelry," Elektra intones, amused. "I bought her jewelry for some body piercings."

Elektra isn't one to be embarassed by such things, but then again, she needn't throw what sorts of piercings out there merely for shock value either. "Elektra Natchios, Thor Odinson. I'm sure it's lovely to meet you."

Her blue eyes bear shades of amusement as she extrends her hand to the man, offering a firm and non-apologetic handshake when that hand is taken. Of course he'd likely be the sort to notice the callouses on her palm.

Elektra drops a brief kiss on Darcy's head before taking a seat. "They told me you were here, but they didn't say you were injured. Dare I ask what happened?" Knowing Darcy, it could be most anything that had taken the woman off the active duty list. Most amusing given Darcy was, for the most part, a desk jockey.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy's mouth opens to answer Thor, when Elektra beats her to it. She points at Elektra with her corndog. "What she said."

The kiss on the head had Darcy smiling like a cat getting pats. Her eyes open again and she gets more ketchup on that corndog.

"Speedsters. COulson has a pet speedster. I took him out to lunch before dragging him back up to May because no one should have to talk to May at length on an empty stomach, when some other emo-speedster showed up, trapped me and all the peeps in the restaurant in bubbles and ran us all over Midtown, tossing the balls about to make Impulse catch the civilians. I ended up eating wall them pavement. Impulse is captured, and Coulson's been told. I've got nothing else and so can't give either of you any more info to go get the kid. Trust me, if I did, we wouldn't be sitting here eating wonderfully fried greasy food," Darcy says, seeming to be feeling a little more herself now that she's had a bit of food put in her. She added a bit more of that asgardian style embellishments that Thor might perfer.

"Though, if I learn anything, I solemnly swear to let you both know under the condition that you take me with you so I can watch you both tear the asshole a new one."

Thor has posed:
    "Of course," Thor replies to Elektra's "clarification", with a long, slow nod of his head. "Of course."

    He casts a sidelong stare at Darcy, a perfect mixture of both amusement and bemusement alight within his eyes. Almost whispering, he just repeats, "...of course."

    Elektra doesn't need to expound upon the piercings, as Darcy had made what they were clear from the get go. Nevertheless, Odinson rises from his seat when the hand is offered, taking it with a firm grasp. Firm, but not overbearing. Nor is it patronizingly gentle. The calloused nature of her touch does little to deter the smile that resumes its place on Thor's face as he looks to Elektra, and gives a nod of his head. "A pleasure, indeed, Lady Natchios of Midgard."

    After Darcy has filled Elektra in on the happenings, a bit more thoroughly than she had him, The Odinson seems a bit more content. That gives him a bit more to go on. A bit more to work with. He's no detective, but he has friends who are. Or can be.

    "So," he then asks, pointing a finger that sort of sways between the two of them. "Are you two a thing, then?"

Elektra has posed:
"I see," Elektra says in deceptively calm tones, her words clipped in a very businesslike manner. "Well, do make certain you keep my up to date on the matter, Darcy. I would dearly like to have a small conversation with this speedster of yours."

The way she says it implying the the conversation would be small only by virtue of some rather unpleasant 'words' being spoken, not by any virtue of actual things she has to say.

When Thor asks if she and Darcy are a thing, there's a light titter of laughter from Elektra. "Us? Oh no. But she is a dear friend. One when I very desperately needed one. There's another I share those affections with."

The god is given a very direct look. "Why do you ask? Because I kissed her? I'm curious why such affections must always be labelled and pigeonholed." She shakes her head. "No. So, if that's your very subtle way of asking if she's free for your affections I'd say you'd have to ask the woman herself, but I will have no complaints with you."

Ball is in his court now.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy is focused on her corndogs as Thor is given clarification. The first of course, ignored. The second gets a blink. The third has her looking up at him, all big beguiling kitten-like and innocent eyes. And then she smiles. It's a smile that could rival his brother's in it's sly mischief and devilmaycare lines. Yup. Elektra bought me pretty pretty shinies for my ladies lumps and you can see them if you ask nicely. Darcy takes the finishing bite of that corndog and sets the stick down on the tray. After the explanation and Elektra's promise to have a small conversation with the speedster, Darcy just nods.

"Totes," says the admin agent, hand reaching for.. what was on Barnes's plate? No idea. But it is now going in Darcy's mouth. Hospital food sucks! She's got her mouth open for that bite when Thor asks if she's dating Elektra. Mouth still open, Darcy looks at E, blinks at the titter, then bites down. The bite's never completed though for the next thing Elektra does is point blank volleys back the romance ball into Thor's side of the net and Darcy's eyes follow it to her God. She smiles, a laugh in her throat, because sure, why the hell not. Maybe after his brother waves his magic wand, says Alacadabra and magicks her whole... Let's go for a roll in the hay Thor. I rock your world, you try not to shut down the electric grid of the eastern seaboard in the process. Deal?

Thor has posed:
    Elektra's retort to Thor's inquiry has the Asgardian's features draining of his mirth. The light in those dual colored eyes drains, becoming lifeless and gray, like overcast skies. Unceremoniously, he reaches over, and with a brusque manner, he lifts a corndog, and takes a bite that clears half of it off the stick in one fell swoop. He chews it over, one side of his cheek protruding starkly, as his eyes narrow and he smiles ruefully at the tittering laughter.

    The King of Asgard does not take well to feeling condescended to by strangers. Even if those strangers are incredibly attractive women.

    However, when she turns that query about face and sets it on him, Thor suddenly coughs, choking, apparently, on the delicious corndog he had been chewing on to still his tongue and cool his turbulent temper. His brows furrow, eyes widening as he pounds his broad chest with the butt of his fist, and clears his throat.

    "Ah," He mutters after swallowing his food, and sucking at his teeth momentarily. "Subtle is naught a virtue that I find myself overburdened with. Nay, my inquiry was naught for the kiss, but for the gift of such an intimate nature. To be clear, I find that all love is valid love, and would harbor no ill thoughts had the answer been different. The God of Thunder does not feel the need to... label or pigeonhole."

Elektra has posed:
It's Elektra's turn to offer true mirth, and not just the facade of it. "Ah. I see." Her head inclined fractionally to the man, who, it would seem, she's not seemingly or overly bothered by his short turn with a taciturn moodiness at her retorts.

"It was actually something of a.. well, not quite a joke," Elektra explains, giving Darcy a fond look. "I was sitting in this coffee shop, and she waltzed in demanding that I move from the table I was at, claiming it was hers. I think I was, oh paritally smitten. At least intrigued. Few have the cajones to stand up to me, though I daresay she wasn't actually aware of who she was dealing with."

Elektra shrugs. "One Amazonian wishlist later it occured to me that she deserved better than a cheap copper-nickel alloy that would turn her skin green, especially considering where she planned on wearing the things, and I happen to have a rather large amount of money at my disposal."

There's a shrug. And an equally amused, "I find myself less needing to pigeonhole than most. I have rarely found it necessary to corral my partners, and should I have to to keep them, then really what's the point?"

Again, DArcy gets a fond look. "In the end, though, I have few friends, so I cherish those I do have."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy chews the bite seh took, meaning to interject but.. these two are just back and forth and Darcy decides that sitting back and popcorning this is... Well, it makes her actually blush a bit, and words fail. She just. can't.

Thor has posed:
    Thor remains silent, finishing that corndog as Elektra relays the story of her first encounter with Darcy. That does, in fact, sound like a very plausible way for someone to have met the vivacious brunette. None of it is surprising to him at all. By the time she's finished relaying the tale, Thor has worked down a slice of pizza from Bucky's plate, as well. Asgardian appetites run high.

    "That is a fine meeting, by any measure. Darcy Lewis is a most forthright woman, who has more piss and vinegar in her gut, and fire in her heart than many of those Midgardians who would call themselves heroes. I find no surprise in how she might have accosted you, Lady Natchios."

    His attention turns to Darcy, who has decided to play it mum for now. "And she is, indeed, a worthy friend. So cherish her, and do so well."

    Leaning back in his seat, the Asgardian Avenger rests his palms on his knees, and sighs. Giving a faint nod of his head, he muses, "We seem to be in agreement in our view of relations. Should the heart of one falter so easily, then are they truly worthy of one's affections? Nay. The heart should be given freely, and without reservation or expectation. Anything less is..."

    He shrugs, and falls silent on the matter. His face turns, so that he might peer out one of the large open windows that show the outside skies, still gray from his conjuring of the storm. Inhaling deep, he releases a sigh. Weary.

Elektra has posed:
Elektra laughs outright, in a rich alto, "Forthright. That is one way of putting it. I doubt anyone has accused Darcy there of not saying what she meant." The laugh gentles down to a chuckle. "I think I really was sitting at her usual table, but I also think she wanted to meet me. Either way, I can't complain."

When his gaze drifts to the other woman, so, too, does hers. ""Oh, I do cherish her. Of that there is no doubt." In fact there were five million dollars of non-doubt that rested upon that fact. Not that one would usually measure such affection with a price, but Elektra was a unique woman, who had encountered unique circumstance, and when she had died - for she /had/ died - it was the only way she knew to tell Darcy what their friendship had meant. Just enough money that Darcy would never want, but not so much as to insult, for Elektra could have left her ever so much more.

Thor earns himself a nodding smile. "Exactly. Anyone you must force to keep isn't truly yours. The heart is a free thing. Besides, sex is just sex. Love is an entirely different matter. We'd all do better to remember that."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy listens to all of this, chewing and clearing her mouth without her usual fervor and zeal. She's being talked about like a favorite thing, with the speakers knowing full well she's there. The discomfort is not one that makes her angry. Rather, it makes her want to duck her chin down, hide, wave all of the words away and tell them to stop fucking around already, and tht it was embarassing.

The thing was, when Thor says things like this... when Elektra says things like this... these things are Meant. So, Darcy flicks her gaze to each, trying to keep her eyes on them for as long as she can manage before she glances away only to look back a few seconds later. It's when she sees Thor looking to the window, sighing with that heavy weight in his eyes and on his shoudlers, that Darcy stands up again.

It's not far at all, a step, to move herself from her chair to Thor's. Darcy leans the best that she can onto the King of a proud people, ignoring that her ribs are complaining about it. She leans to him and wraps her good around around him as tight as she can manage. She leans only for a moment before she just gives up leaning and slips herself onto his lap so she can lean into his chest. She tucks her head under his chin, hurt arm against his ribs, and good arm curled around to cling to his collar. Her legs tuck against his outter thigh, securing herself there, looking like a child curled up and seeking comfort as her fingers lift up to toy with that growing beard. She may look like a child seekign comfortable, but in truth, she is the one seeking to give it.

There aren't words, not for this. A friend hurts. The same way Darcy moved to knock back beers, eat hot wings, and watch shitty chic-flicks with Elektra when she was feeling low to show that Darcy was there and seeking to offer comfort without Elektra needing to talk about it, think about it more than she wanted, while knowing Darcy wasn't passing judgement about it, so here she was curling herself into Thor's lap, clinging to him, completely trusting him and needing him to hold her up and not let her lose her balance and fall. He's needed, says the act, even if its just by a silly mortal who gets way in over her head all the time. And he's not needed for making any huge decisions or even being amazingly heroic. Just here, warm and thoughtful, that's hero enough, that's godly enough, that's kingly enough for Darcy.

Thor has posed:
    "Aye, well," Thor says plainly, looking Elektra in the eye once again. "One could plainly see why she might want to meet you. An enticing woman, who comports herself with the air of a Queen. Nary a man, nor a woman, so easily cast aside such temptation, as I know it."

    Thor himself is often subject to such same attention, after all. Of course, most of the time, he doesn't seem to know when it is happening.

    He opens his mouth to speak further when Darcy stands up, causing his mouth to snap shut with an audible clacking of his teeth. He looks up at her as she steps to him, and when her arm slips around him, he gives a single chuffing snort of a laugh. One of those tree trunks he calls arms slides around her, his large bearpaw hand rising to pat her tenderly on the back, as he gives a quiet "There, there" to assure the young woman.

    But then she's more or less climbing into his lap like a babe. He finds himself shifting to accommodate her, his arms becoming a cradle for her to curl into, supporting her so that she doesn't fall. He's overly careful, to the point where his movements seem stiff and awkward. Every time he embraces a Midgardian, he has to be careful. But he's especially mindful of her aches and hurts. The look of concern, though, is washed away the moment those fingers pass through the silken locks of his russet beard. A smile takes its place.

    "It's alright," The thunder God's deep, rumbling voice practically purrs, as he rubs her back in small, tight circles. Whether he's speaking to her discomfort or relaying his own state of being to her is open to interpretation. "Everything will be alright."

    His eyes ticking back up to Elektra, Thor shrugs one shoulder, and gives a curt nod. "Aye, as we were saying... Not all love need be of the heart. Sometimes, physical intimacy is enough. Others, the fires of passion run even hotter than Muspelheim, and even the most stalwart of wills buckle under its heat. As you say, sex is sex, and love is wholly different. Earned. Not won. Given, but never taken."

Elektra has posed:
Ah, the blue of Elektra's eyes snaps knowingly, "If I didn't know any better, Thor Odinson, I'd think you were flirting with me." She's not unfamiliar with what he speaks of, though. It has always been her lot in life, or for much of it, to be one whom others can't ignore. At least not when she's out and about in this manner. Elektra the assassin.. well, one wouldn't want to be found out then. It was rather contrary to the task, after all.

Nor does she seem even a whit bothered by the thought of being flirted with. As he points out rightly, some things are merely what they are, and should they be else...

"I've found love to be rather unexpected," Elektra says simply, watching Darcy move, first to Thor, and then to curl into his lap as both comforted and comforter. "And rather worth the gamble." Indeed, love had saved her. "However, I think perhaps now would be a good time for me to take my leave."

Elektra rises easily from her seat, leaning in to give Darcy's cheek a brief kiss before nodding to Thor. "It was a pleasure. I think I'd enjoy repeating the experience, Thor Odinson. Until then."

And rather unceremoniously after that, Elektra takes her leave.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
In Thor's lap and the cradle of his arms, Darcy's fingertips card and twist, rub and tug lightly at the russet face-fur. She's frazzled. She hurts. She doesn't like that what seemed to be an innocent boy was caught right in front of her and she was partially to blame. She was powerless to help. She doesnt like that her friend is hurting the way her is and she's powerless to help with that also. Darcy simles at Elektra's kiss, eyes dartign to her briefly before they close so she can listen to his heartbeart and the slow rumble of him telling her that she's alright and life is alright and he'll be alright... someday. Her breathing slows after a few moments, and her fingers still. Her body grows lax and limp in his arms until a tiny snore, like a kitten, escapes her.

Thor has no trouble hefting her, nor asking where she stays. She lives here after all, in the Triskelion. And a coworker knows where her dorm is, and gives Thor directions into her room, which is small with few personal touches to declare that the space is one Darcy owns. Her bed is easy to find, and unmade, and when deposited, Darcy huffs in her sleep, shifts her head, and then just keeps sleeping.