9288/Adult Supervision Required

Adult Supervision Required
Date of Scene:	23 September 2019
Location:	Food Court, The Triskelion
Synopsis:	In which Fury orders Lewis and Twining to go and have fun. OR Darcy makes plans to expense a Girl's Night and Fury is okay with this.
Cast of Characters:	Nyx, Darcy Lewis, Nick Fury

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Nyx has posed:
Samantha is disgruntled.

Really she turned 19 last month, probably like one of the youngest SHIELD agents period, and all she got was an email about it.

I mean she isn't really mad at Skye because well she is both very busy dealing with her own shit and llamas of drama, but being the youngest around here and also a bit of a freak is a lot to shoulder.

Also other than massive amounts of paperwork and training, all she got last month was nearly dismantled by a new evil Speedster

No one but R&D seemed to care that she figured out she could actually fly which enabled her to escape with her life. They were super excited to talk about how her superstructure is even more dense now after she was nearly vibrated away.

Which did not help the teens angst about being a freak.

So today finds her on base, despite being the weekend, cause like she totes lives here, in the canteen. Staring disgruntled at a macaroni pie, which to be fair is actually quite good in a puff pastry, but untouched.

Teenagers.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"You know. I don't think glaring at it is gonig to make it get into your tummy any faster, and the longer you let it sit the less yummy it gets. Trust," Darcy quips as she settles her own tray of Sunday night dinner on the table across from Nyx. The human agent had her own things to deal with and while she normally tries to keep up with birthdays and the like, SHIELD is large and sometimes, things slip by. Once she realizes, however....

"What's up?" she asks then as she settles into the chair, wearing sweats and a faded tee and generally looking like she just went to her kitchen for a midnight snack. Bright pink fuzzy slippers on her feet and everything.

What? She lives here.

Nick Fury has posed:
In the deepest corner of the cafeteria is a man. Dressed all in black. Long over-coat. Collar up. Sitting calmly at the table - alone. One eye patch covering his left eye, strategically of course. A nimbus cloud of cigar smoke congeals around his smooth-shaven, dark skinned head. In his mouth was the culprit - a fine, cuban cigar of irrefutable quality. The red tip was glowing in the light, showing off his deep "inhale".

Fury was reading something. One of the latest data pads from R&D. His right eye was squinting in a slight outburst of emotion. Yes, rare and almost worth making a note of. With a slight movement, the cigar goes from the left side of his mouth, to the right. The "wrinkles" on his forehead were also a revelation. Of what, who knows? Finally, a sigh. Fury looks up. A second passes. His eye finds Darcy. Then Nyx. Then back to the pad.

Nyx has posed:
"I don't need to eat anymore.. I just .. it just tastes good and .. urgn." oh yeah there is teenage angst, head down on the table by her tray.

"I think that Professor Zoom asshole did enough damage that Nyx just.. went into overdrive on me ... . I went into orbit a couple of weeks ago..." and yeah she isn't dwelling on how pretty the earth looked, nope the teenager is dwelling on how she didn't have to breath.

Though she is super muffled by the lunch table. "I'ma monster." also muffled.

Angst powers, activate.

Honestly she probably needs to do something besides be an R&D lab rat but things have been pretty quiet since the whole Hydra incident.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Mmhhmmm.." Darcy vocalizes, letting Nyx angst a bit.

"Okay. So.. you don't need to eat anymore... but you still can?" Darcy asks, brows lifted high. She didn't notice tall dark and Bosslike in the corner. Not when she's having a conversation with Teen Angst WHO CAN EAT LITERALLY ANYTHING LIKE A TEENAGER AND WON"T HAVE TO EVER WORRY ABOUT THE METABOLISM DROP OFF WHEN SHE HITS 25 AND THIS IS NOT FAIR WHY THE FUCK IS SHE COMPLAINING ABOUT THIS?!?!

"WHy are you not eating all of the delicious things again?" she asks, more than wiling to live vicariously through the younger woman. And then the girl says she's a monster and Darcy roughly half slams her fork to the table.

"The fuck you are! You? Able to hang out in SPACE and not needing to eat but still being ABLE to eat anything you want? And you think THAT makes you a monster? Girl? What the fuck is wrong with your head? Those things are totally not things that make you a monster. Kicking puppies or running over kittens or taking out the ladders of the swmming pool after all the sims have jumped in and then making them swim until they die... okay that last one is only you being a monster if the sims are made to look like your friends. If you make them look like fucking Hydra agents or AIM goons or fucking whatever the hell alien stupids are tryingto erraticate the human race this week then... you're okay in my book... Where was I going with this again?" Darcy pauses to think, the initial flare of being angry having faded during her sims rant.

"Right. You. Not a monster. Did you need a girl's night?"

Nick Fury has posed:
Strange. It was like Fury looks up right at the dramatically appropriate momemt and stares at Nyx. Right at the "I'm a monster" bit. With a frown he looks at her, catches her eyes, slightly shakes his head as though telling her "no, that isn't the case" and then looking back down at the data pad. "Blip" - the sound the pad makes, as he changes the page.

Fury exhales, regards Darcy for several seconds while listening to her...outburst...the cigar smoke curling upwards before being taken by the air recycling system of the Triskelion. Raising his left hand, he takes the cigar out of his mouth, taps the end so as to drop the ash on the small plate of half-eaten blueberry pie in front of him, and then puts the cigar back in his mouth, smooth and without hesitation.

Then. A voice. Like out of the hood, says, "I think she needs a girl night. You do too Lewis." It was calm. Low volume. Sharp. A carries across the room, bringing the whole room to complete silence. "Sounds like a plan ta' me." Fury's eyes then go back to his pad, and enjoying his cigar.

Nyx has posed:
There isn't a lot of acknowledging really when Darcy talks about not needing to eat but still can, nope there is just moping. I mean she fully intends to respond in a minute.

That is totally cut off though when the fork slams into the table and the outburst begins.

To be fair most people do not outburst in the Triskelion, and it is enough to make Sam jerk back startled and sit up wide eyed with alarm. Right in time to get the whole ... all of that... there are blinks. Mostly at the SIMs part. "um."

She looks like she wants to blush, but there isn't any blushing. She definitely has the squirmy look of an embarrassed teenager. She is about to respond again when Fury .. talks... oh crap on a cracker witnesses.

Sam pivots a bit to see who said that and just about dies, she hasn't ever talked to the Director mostly dealing with May and Coulson but ... she knows who that is.

Which is why she pivots back and leans towards Darcy "That is the Director." it is hissed "Did he just .. order us to go out and have fun?" she just sounds flummoxed.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy pivots with Nyx, head tilting at Fury orders a girl's night. As Sam leans into her, hisses and asking about Girl's Night, Darcy smiles. It's a mercurial, mischeivous, wicked smile.

"Yes. Yes he did," she tells the girl at the table with her before calling out at her Boss.

"Totes a plan, Man. I've got witnesses so the expense request best not get denied. Oh, and Rhodes blow another half mil wad. Half fun with that," Darcy says, turning a giggle and her smile on Sam.

"Oh... This is going to be fucking fun. Come on. Eat. And then... we'll go change and hit some clubs. Maybe see if Nat or May or Jem will wanna go with us. See how many nose bleeds we can rack up," Darcy chirps, grabbing her fork again so she can power through her meal. After all, one does not go out drinking and dancing on an empty stomach.

Nick Fury has posed:
Fury stands. Takes the cigar out of his mouth, and deposits what is left in the remnants of the pie on the table. The data pad is sequestered into his overcoat somewhere, and he moves forward, heading towards the exit. While heading in that direction he pauses, for a second, beside the table with Nyx and Darcy.

"I will talk to you both later, I am sure. Agent Twining. Agent Lewis. Go out. Have fun. Try not to get yourselves killed in the meantime?" With a final look, Fury heads for the exit and is gone. Several other agents stare at the man's back as he leaves, their mouths wide open and in shock at the thought that they just saw the legend in the careteria, even if it was for a few moments. Then, the room returns to normal levels of sound and chatting.