7901/Thunderous Visitor

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Thunderous Visitor
Date of Scene: 16 June 2019
Location: Suite A2 OPEN, The Triskelion
Synopsis: In which Thor comes to Darcy for aid and she makes him hit the showers, looks may or may not have been had; or This is how one gets intel from Darcy Lewis.
Cast of Characters: Thor, Darcy Lewis




Thor has posed:
    Fresh from a publicized battle in "Mutant Town" and then a startling revelation at the Mansion following said battle, Thor had come straight to the Triskelion. At this point, no one bothers halting Thor when he arrives. It's not as if no one knows who he is. Perhaps a few may think that he might be here to answer about the incident. In truth, Thor is only here to speak to his friend and confidante, Darcy Lewis.

    At the door to her suite, Thor stands, his knuckles rapping on the door, despite the fact that there is likely a doorbell. When the door should open, Darcy will find the Thunderer standing there, a bit of a mess, really. His hair looks almost matted and spiked, like he had been working out. There are hints of dried blood still clinging to his temple, and the side of his cheek. His skin is smeared with the dark, smoky shadows of soot. His black vest shows signs of battle, with much of the outer layer having been seared, charred and melted through, exposing the internal plates underneath. His expression, though, is the worst. Serious. World weary. In spite of the faint, crooked smile that he wears that never quite reaches his eyes.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Ah! Off work for the night. Darcy's showered and eaten and is now plopped on her sofa, one foot stretched out. Bowl of popcorn in hand, she's just turned on the TV for a two hour binge when there comes a rap rap rapping on her appartment door. A bit confused but not weary, Darcy sets her bowl aside and pads over on bare feet. Her long tshirt hits just above her knee caps and proudly declared that she'd rather be sleeping.

"Thor!" she exclaims, surprised to see her friend standing there. The bright smile, free of bruising, fades a heartbeat later and she reaches out to grab the front of his vest, seeking to haul him in and down to her eye level.

"What the fuck happened?! You're bleeding?! Get in here. I'll get a first aid kit. What the fuck, Thor?! Who's ass am I kicking?" Darcy's a slight manic ramble, one hand reaching up to brush lightly at the blood on his template, feet trying to back up to drag him off her doorstep and into her home and just as suddenly she stops. Green eyes meeting blue-gray. What she sees has her lips parting and her head tilting.

"What.. are you okay?" It's much softer this time, and yet some how manages to hold even more concern and worry than her previous manic flail.

Thor has posed:
    Met with her usual enthusiasm, Thor cannot help but smile as he allows himself to be pulled in by the girl, even stumbling forward as if she had yanked him off balance in the process. Brought down to her level, physically speaking only, Thor does look her in the eye.

    "Ha! Darcy..." He says, his voice soothing and calm. "It is fine. I am fine. You need not worry about your kits of first or other aids. I had a battle with some robotic beasts, but felled many. Their full measure managed to fell exactly no Thors, though! I would count that as a triumph for me."

    Indeed, upon closer inspection, Darcy will notice that the remnants of blood on his brow are nothing more than that. Remnants. Whatever wound they had issued from has mended completely long ago, at this point. Godly regeneration and all that.

    Standing back upright, inside of her home, Thor reaches up, letting his large hands wrap around her arms just below the shoulder. Her concern having moved him, his smile softens and he gives a slow, single nod.

    "I am fine, Darcy Lewis, though now that I think about it, I should have bathed before I came..."

    Frowning, Thor just kind of looks down at himself, his nostrils flaring. He does still have a faint odor of burnt leather and charred flesh. It makes his upper lip curl.

    "Nevermind that, though."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
It had been a mindless motion to toss the door closed behind them as she hauled the Thunderer forward. Really, she's relieved by the sight that his injuries are gone and all that remains is the flakey rust colored bits that stain her fingertips crimson when mixed with the light sweat still found in his hair. That charred scent is unpleasant, but having worried about her friend took precedence, and so she ignored it. She still does, mostly, when Thor mentions needing a bath.

"You can borrow my shower, it you want," is the offer as she stands, chin tipped up to look at him as he holds her by the upper arms. But he said nevermind and so she just waits... for a full second, before she prompts him.

"What's up, Buddy?"

Thor has posed:
    Thor breathes in deep, really pondering if he should take her up on that shower. But, instead, he just shakes his head. He came to her for a reason, after all. Releasing her shoulders, Thor's hands drop loosely to his sides, and he looks about the room for a moment, as he ponders, "The Avengers have been approached by a representative of a certain people. A people who have not, yet, made themselves known to those of Midgard."

    His massive shoulders roll with a shrug, his hands lifting to his sides helplessly, as he finds somewhere to lean against. Carefully, so that he might avoid leaving smudges.

    "This people believe that one of their own may be under the care of SHIELD. They have tracked an energy signature that would suggest such a thing. This person may not know of themselves, or this people. But they may have special powers that they do not know how to control or understand. Possibly powers that would allow them to create earthquakes?"

    Thor turns his attention back fully on to Darcy. "Would you happen to know of anyone among SHIELD that would fit that description?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy blinks at this, watching Thor lean on her wall and then ask about... her head tilts lightly, eyes narrowing faintly. A people that don't want to be known... have TRACKED someone they believe works for SHIELD and she can create earthquakes? Darcy frowns, turning away to think, stepping away to get some room.

"Did they say why they didn't want to be known? Or how they tracked this ...energy signature? Or why they're even tracking said person down? Is she...he.. whatever a criminal or something?" Her voice is tight, tense. So are her shoulders, her whole posture.

Thor has posed:
    Thor knows what is happening here. The way Darcy reacts, turning away from him. Putting distance between them. Her shoulders. Her stance. She's on edge, and there's only one reason that she'd be so.

    "Darcy, you have my word that nothing will happen to your friend," He says, his gruff voice rolling forth from his lips quiet and gentle. She'll feel his hands, once again on her person, this time resting atop her shoulders, their weight comforting and reassuring. He leans in, speaking into her ear, his breath playing against her skin. "We inquired. No, they do not want to imprison this person, this girl. They only want to meet her, so that they might offer her their protection, as one of their own. And, if need be, guide her on how to make use of her powers. It appears that they hope to present themselves to the world, and are cautious about doing so in a way that might put them at risk. Especially by creating an incident that would put them at odds with SHIELD."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy's eyes close a moment, her cheek leaning toward the warmth of him and the comfort being offered. Thoughts roll about in her head, worry for her friend, these unknown people. Her shoulders are more relaxed than before but still tense. Her eyes open and she turns to look at him over a shoulder, her eyes so filled with worry and hot focus.

"I'm there," she says. It's a statement of bargain, of what she wants for the information she has. Arms that had come up, wrapping about herself, hugging herself, slowing unwind and Darcy starts to try to turn to face Thor more fully. She's tiny next to him. The height different not usually so noticeable.

"I'm there when they introduce themselves to her, and I have your word that if they so much as blink wrong, you get her out and then glass 'em," she says. Her voice is low, soft, almost delicate, but under the words, supporting the softness of volume and almost gentle tone is a steely grit of resolution, of determination, of focus. Darcy Lewis, mere mortal, stands before a God asking for information she has, and she demands... commands... requires action from him for it, but not for herself. Darcy's payment is for another, to defend someone else, without thought of herself for no where in her demand did Darcy ask to be part of Thor's handiwork. Get her friend to safety, while she herself remained behind, likely to face the wrath of these unknowns and then further to be there at Ground Zero as Thor laid waste to them that would dare harm HER friend. Darcy's self-hug has shifted to the folded arms of a defensive posture.

Thor has posed:
    "I..." Thor starts, knowing that it's not his place to set the terms of any meeting. Truthfully, he has already garnered valuable information for the one known as Crystalia. The person is a woman, and is a friend of Darcy Lewis, and is clearly not being held against her will by SHIELD. That should provide Crystal with some comfort, at the least. He could call it there, and report that to Crystal to see how she, and her people would like to proceed.

    But Darcy's resolve is not lost on the Asgardian god, either. His gaze softens as she presents herself, and her steely determination. That loyalty that she has for the people she cares most for. He breathes in deep, and releases a slow breath.

    "I will see what I can do, Darcy Lewis. However, for now, know that if this meeting shall be arranged, it would be with the Avengers themselves overseeing, and only with one of their number. Their representative. She would have an audience with SHIELD, no less."

    To make the meaning clear, the Thunder God says it outright. "Your friend will be well protected by Midgard's Mightiest Heroes, including mine own self. Your friend shall find no better escort."

    His head cants to the side, his eyes fixating upon hers, as a small smile forms at the edges of his lips. "I do not believe there is a threat. I believe that these people are in much a position such as my own. They have lived in isolation, but circumstances now would dictate that they present themselves to become a part of this world. I get the feeling that they need this."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy's being ask to trust. Trust Thor and Stark and Cap. Trust SHIELD and trust these unknown people asking for her friend, asking for her by power. She doesn't know if that sits right with her yet or not, and so she lets her discomfort show, letting it translate outwardly as wary distrust.

Darcy's eyes seek Thor's, green meeting blue; grass and sky. Teasing along her steely resolve is fear. Thor is surely no stranger to it: fear of loss, the want to protect Family. Not just family by blood, but family by choice, the covenant of friendship. His reasons are not lost on Darcy, and she nods finally, letting the tension slide from her shoulders in resignation.

"Her name is Skye Johnson. She lives with Clint Barton in the burbs. We.. I was planning a barbeque for her, for her birthday, in a few weeks. It's about the same time as Steve's and it's Independance Day, so... I was going to get everyone together for burgers and dogs and a swimming pool and music and..."

What if the worst happens, and just like that stupid Hacker thing where Skye went AWOL and Darcy had to track her down by showing some loser living in his mother's basement thinking he's some big shit hacker boi her tits. Hearing that these people might know more about Skye, things they can help her with, that they too might have lost their homes...Darcy has to draw a breath and long blink to compose herself.

"I... Thor? Thanks for making sure I know you're going to watch over her," she says, voice sounding just as tiny as she feels.

Thor has posed:
    Thor understands every fleeting emotion that is running like liquid lightning through Darcy's heart. The struggle of loyalty versus trust, versus fear versus love, all wresting their moment to take prominence in her head and her heart. He will not urge her to betray her own self, but trust in her to come to her own decision. No matter what that decision might come to, Thor Odinson will respect it, and accept what he is given. Because he knows that she trusts him to do so. And because he's not a dick.

    In the end, she capitulates to his request, offering up information about her friend Skye Johnson, and her birthday and her relationship with Barton, all of which is nothing that the Odinson needs to know, but she shares it anyway. When she finally falls silent, Thor's large hands cup both of Darcy's ivory cheeks, and he leans in close to look her in the eye with his eyes of copper sunsets and summer sky blue.

    "I will not betray your trust, Darcy Lewis," he assures her. "I will not offer up her name. As of now, I will only report that your friend is a willing consultant with SHIELD and they need not worry for her captivity. The rest... we will take in its own pace. Perhaps you should introduce me to your friend."

    Slowly, the behemoth of a man rises up to his full height once more, letting his hands fall from her face back to her shoulders as he peers around the room, curious.

    "Now, where is your shower? The Mighty Thor grows most weary of smelling akin to those wretched hot dogs that Simon always manages to burn on the grill..." He proclaims, even as he reaches up to pull that heavy, tattered vest from his sublime, powerfully built body, which he lets fall unceremoniously to the floor with a heavy thud.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy brings her hands up to cup over Thor's, staring into those mix-matched eyes. His assurance pulls the last of the tension from her, for the moment anyway, and she sighs into the start of a gentle smile.

"Thank you," is whispered, her lips barely parting. The weight of his hands on her shoulders grounds her, lets her draw herself back up so she can smirk for him; back to her old self?

"That way. Use the body wash, fresh towels are on the rack," she's saying, stepping back as he pulls off the vest. It falls to her floor with a thunk, and her eyes chase it. Well, they start to. Darcy finds enjoyment in the male form, and Thor? Well, Thor is about as perfect a speciment as one can hope for.

"I'll get some clothes that might fit you so you don't have to put on this gross stuff on again when you get out, but only because it you sit around in my living room in just a towel, I can not be held liable for trying to climb you like a tree," she says, eyes still roaming his torso appreciatively.

Thor has posed:
    Thor goes in the indicated direction, his strides seeming more graceful and sinuous without the rigid protection of that armored vestment burdening him. When he moves in that garb, he seems powerful, if perhaps brutish. Without it, he seems more like he's possessed of an acrobat's grace, with each etched muscle flowing in harmony with one another, visibly creating a display of shadow and light upon his blemishless flesh.

    "Why, by Odin's beard, would you desire to try to climb me like a tree?" He calls out, as he stands in the bathroom, about to close the door. "I am nay that large, and you'd have very little of the thrill of excitement one feels when perched high above the ground. Perhaps I could flex an arm and you could hang from it like a monkey, instead? Children seem to enjoy that quite a bit."

    He finally closes the door to the bathroom, and soon thereafter the shower begins to run.