812/Fury at Fury

Fury at Fury
Date of Scene:	06 June 2017
Location:	Triskelion, New York City
Synopsis:	In which Dracy bullheadly mouths off to Fury, Rogers is disappointed, and May saves Siberia from a Darcy-rific demise. Or, This wouldn't be SHIELD if we all got along!
Cast of Characters:	Darcy Lewis, Nick Fury, Melinda May, Captain America

---

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy was walking from medical to her office where the office supplies are kept. She's not in 'uniform', the men in black look. She's in SHIELD sweats and a tank and a hoodie. What skin can be seen - her throat and her midriff - are covered in bruises. Her throat is hte worst, with what look like two different hands having grabbed and choked her half to death.

Nick Fury has posed:
Walking towards Darcy in the opposite direction, Nick Fury seems to be focusing his attention entirely on a tablet in his hand.

However, he pauses as he nears the young woman.

"Miss Lewis," Fury says quietly, "who gave you permission to die in my Triskelion?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"I did," Darcy states, pausing with Fury as she looks up at him, hands in the pockets of her hoodie.

"Because fuck you, Sir. It's been a hell week and I needed some PTO."

Nick Fury has posed:
"Is that so?" Fury asks, taking a step back and staring at Darcy with some disbelief.

"If I knew it was gonna be that kind of party..." he begins, before shaking his head.

Fury points a finger at Darcy. "You're lucky you're as purple as you are right now, Miss Lewis. Because my first instinct is to make sure you're handcuffed to a bed in the medical ward."

He offers a wolfish grin. "You want paid time off? Then go home. You want access to these facilities? You follow orders."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"That is so, Sir," Darcy says, somehow making the 'sir' sound like an insult. She ignores the party comment in favor of zinging righ tback about the handcuffs.

"Promises promises. I'd break you... Sir." is the not at all subel retort followed by a roll of her green eyes.

"Why the fuck do you think I came into work? Sweet Raptor Jesus, man. You dense."

Nick Fury has posed:
"Well," Nick Fury replies, folding his arms across his chest, "I can only assume it's because you wanted to see just how deeply you could bury your career before praying for prison instead of whatever ass-end of the earth I might decide to post you to."

He takes a single step closer to the woman. "Let's not assume that my lack of immediate takedown here is due to an inability to ruin you. I'm feeling tolerant today, but at no time does that mean the chain of command has broken."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy, in fuzzy house booties, glares UP at Fury. The petite agent must have a death wish as she unflinchingly meets Fury's stare.

"You're welcome to assume, Sir, But I take exception to baing made an ass of. You're welcome to do that to yourself all you like," she replies, her own arms staying down at her side, not folding her arms over her chest. That's a sign of being on the defensive. Darcy is not. Darcy is too bruised to care about defensive.

"You're welcome to try to ruin me, Director. I'm soft. I bounce. I bounce well. And I've no qualms working front of the house at a cheap chinese place to eran my room and board. So, congatulations on your chain of command. I'm glad it rocks your socks since nothing I've said breaks said chain, Sir."

Melinda May has posed:
May has just arrived with Captain Rogers in tow, having brought him in to brief him about the Winter Soldier. She hears Darcy's voice and mutters a few words in Cantonese that, if one understands, are VERY crude. If one doesn't understand them, they still have the inflection of curse words. She walks faster, possibly outpacing the taller Steve, trying to get to where Darcy is to do damage control. "Agent Lewis..."

Oh for pete's sake. She's facing off with FURY?! The kid has a friggin' death with. "Director." So much schtuff. Fan is on gale force. Very very bad.

Nick Fury has posed:
Fury shakes his head. "Then perhaps whatever medications you're on--or not on--must be muddling your brain, because I could have SWORN that I just told you to go home, and yet you questioned and refused to follow the order. To say nothing of choosing to come in, at all, on your own."

"And let's not get too excited about working anywhere that might have Internet access in a twenty-mile radius, either." Fury's about to say more, but then May arrives.

With a brief but clearly exasperated sigh, Fury gestures toward Darcy. "Agent May, do you have any final words to say to Miss Lewis here before she takes a desk position on the Siberian taiga?"

Captain America has posed:
     "Honestly for a second there I thought I'd entered a naval base, not SHIELD." Steves voice echos out with a good bit of authoritive backing as he looks right through Darcy. "When I was in service that kind of talk to a superior would have you cleaning latrines the next seventy two hours." He pauses for a moment. "From under the latrines, while they were in use."

     He's dressed in his well pressed done up SHIELD uniform, having finally managed to finish the immense pile of paperwork he'd had to work on for days on end just to be able to finish and finally get back to field work. It was agonizing and yet here he was for a briefing. "I'm still tempted to throw you over a knee and feed you a bar of soap."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy opens her mouth, one hand starting to come up, finger pointing.. and then May. Darcy looks over at her Ninja Nanny. She lowers her hand.

Then Captain America. And Darcy sighs, the fight leaving her. She's a motley assortment of bruises. The most promenient is the Bucky Barnes hand shaped once around her throat.

"Yes, sir," she grumbles faintly, shoulders slumping.

Melinda May has posed:
"I do, sir." May turns from Fury to look at Darcy. "Agent Lewis, go home and rest. You'll be notified if there's anything you need to come in to the Triskelion to work on." And if May has any say, it'll be at least a couple of days before that happens. She tries to silently convey to the younger woman that getting all up in Fury's grill will NOT help her. But, she's pretty sure that Lewis hasn't learned the silent stare language yet.

Steve gets a brief, sidelong glance from her at his soap comment. Not. Helping.

Nick Fury has posed:
As May speaks--and Captain America arrives with further wisdom, Fury simply puts his hands on his hips.

"That's about the BEST suggestion I could imagine being made," he says, cocking his head to one side. "You want to butt heads with me, Lewis, that's fine. I'll make your life miserable. But do you REALLY want to push your luck with May here?"

He glances at Rogers. "Cap, I imagine this is the kind of thing that a soldier only ever got one shot to really wise up about back in the day. It ain't much different now, either."

Captain America has posed:
     "All depends on the instructor." Cap states his expression still one of stern disapproval at Darcy's comment. It's not anger, it's not really even frustration, it's just disappointment. It's clear that he expected a lot better from the agent and in a way it breaks his patriotic super-soldier heart. Once he catches that look from May he's right back to being quiet waiting and watching to see what happens next.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy glances about the Big Three, bites the tip of her tongue and just turns to walk away. Disappointment all around? That's salt on a wound, because last she remembers Barton grabbed her by the throat, and then she woke up in a holding cell. She wanted coffee and her email and to figure out what the hell happened. But... she was ordered to go home. So, off she goes.

Melinda May has posed:
May watches Darcy turn to leave and makes a mental note to take her some Pho and tell her what happened while she was sleeping. But for now, she backed Fury's orders to go home so Lewis wouldn't end up in Siberia. It would end badly for Siberia.

"Sir, Rogers is cleared for active duty. I think he should be briefed on the Winter Soldier situation."

Nick Fury has posed:
The SHIELD director nods and then scratches his chin in thought.

"May," he says calmly. "Would you be willing to write a recommendation for Lewis to receive some basic psy-ops training? She might well have the stomach for it, based on that display."

Fury nods to Captain America. "I'll catch you up-to-date ASAP. The more heads on this, the better."

Melinda May has posed:
May turns back to Fury. "Sir, you knew when she was recruited that she would be as irreverent as she could get away with." She glances after Lewis. "And I suspect she already knows more than the basic psy-ops courses could offer."

She then returns to the topic of the Winter Soldier. "The Romanian embassy was gracious to share with us what footage they could of the assassination attempt. The Winter Soldier is even more of a threat than our assessments had indicated." Super soldier levels of dangerous if what little May saw was any indication.

Nick Fury has posed:
Nick Fury nods in response. "She likely could. But it might give her some time to think about the extent to which she wants to push the envelope against the big boss."

"I mean," he continues, a smirk creeping across his face, "I doubt she's taken such a course already. And certainly not in Ulaanbaatar."

As May turns to the issue of the Winter Soldier, Fury pulls up relevant data on the tablet in his hand. "Mm," he mutters. "I'd make a suggestion, but I imagine several senior agents would immediately try to prevent me from carrying out that suggestion."

Captain America has posed:
     "If you're not comfortable making a suggestion, how about just start musing and hope no one overhears it." Rogers moves over with a smile, standing tall and firm before he catches a glimpse of that tablet in Nicks hand, his eyes then drifting back over towards May. "Whoever he is, I'm beginning to think he might have had a few modifications done to that arm of his." He pauses for a second "Man hits like a truck."

Melinda May has posed:
May is clearly unimpressed. "What did Ulaanbaatar do to earn your ire, sir?" She then looks at Rogers with a raised eyebrow. "I'd have to agree. Something on his person was making noises like an out-of-alignmenet hydraulic press right before he bolted." She's almost certain that it was the metal arm that Darcy ranted about, but she won't presume anything.

"The ambassador is currently in protective custody in case there's another assassination attempt, but he'll need to return to work at some point, and that will put him right back in the crosshairs." She looks at Fury again. Is he thinking what she's thinking?

Nick Fury has posed:
"Oh, nothing, Agent May," Fury replies, working to suppress a grin. "I just wanted somewhere on the opposite side of the planet for when Lewis' short fuse finally runs out," he mutters.

As both May and Rogers offer their thoughts, Fury tilts his head at an oblique angle. "May, you looking to take lead on this? Improved security detail or stand-in approach?"

"Actually," he adds, putting up a hand, "I'll check back in with you on that. Something else has come up that needs my attention." He holds up his tablet--the underside visible to the others--and then tucks it against his hip.

"Let me know your recommendation," Fury says before beginning to walk away.