Part of what Leita said refused to compute. He didn’t want payment? He was going to continue providing his assistance for free?
“You must be incredibly fucking wealthy,” she said before she could stop herself. “Also, it’s just called a cell phone. Seriously, dude, how rich are you?” It sort of fit with the image he’d been projecting, yet at the same time, something wasn’t right. He’d been so bedraggled on the side of the road, with absolutely no possessions.
Her mind backed up a few paces. Being rich didn’t automatically mean he’d run around with tons of cash and electronics on his person, and she had no idea what SHIELD might have taken from him. They were thieves, after all. But why would someone that rich – and admittedly eccentric; he wouldn’t hang out with them otherwise – bother with this type of research? Couldn’t he single-handedly fund his own? It was almost like Tony Stark deciding to drop by, say hello, and then stay for just this side of forever simply because he was fascinated by Jane’s work.
Which would be pretty awesome, she had to admit, but she kept getting sidetracked. She needed coffee, but the kitchen refused to move to accommodate her laziness and no matter how hard she stared, the coffee maker didn’t magically turn on.
Coming to the conclusion that it didn’t matter one whit why Leita chose to do what he did, as long as it didn’t end up getting them into trouble, Darcy stood up abruptly, calling over her shoulder as she headed back to her room, “I’m calling Jane. She’s going to be super psyched.”
And she was. In fact, Darcy was certain she heard Jane laughing like she’d just lost her mind, but she could have been imagining things.
“Darcy, do you know what this means?”
“More or less, yeah.”
“I’ll bring Erik with me when I meet with SHIELD. What is the number again?”
A brief flicker of annoyance attacked her. Darcy brushed it aside. Why would Jane bring her to a contract negotiation? Instead of sulking, she rattled off the number, already mentally tallying all the components she would need to build them faster computers. Jane breathlessly thanked her for the news and then hung up, probably to indulge in some more villainous laughter.
Darcy, on the other hand, simply set the letter aside and went into the kitchen to brew coffee because damn it, she needed caffeine.
“Jane was pretty happy,” she informed Leita as she passed by again.
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“You must be incredibly fucking wealthy,” she said before she could stop herself. “Also, it’s just called a cell phone. Seriously, dude, how rich are you?” It sort of fit with the image he’d been projecting, yet at the same time, something wasn’t right. He’d been so bedraggled on the side of the road, with absolutely no possessions.
Her mind backed up a few paces. Being rich didn’t automatically mean he’d run around with tons of cash and electronics on his person, and she had no idea what SHIELD might have taken from him. They were thieves, after all. But why would someone that rich – and admittedly eccentric; he wouldn’t hang out with them otherwise – bother with this type of research? Couldn’t he single-handedly fund his own? It was almost like Tony Stark deciding to drop by, say hello, and then stay for just this side of forever simply because he was fascinated by Jane’s work.
Which would be pretty awesome, she had to admit, but she kept getting sidetracked. She needed coffee, but the kitchen refused to move to accommodate her laziness and no matter how hard she stared, the coffee maker didn’t magically turn on.
Coming to the conclusion that it didn’t matter one whit why Leita chose to do what he did, as long as it didn’t end up getting them into trouble, Darcy stood up abruptly, calling over her shoulder as she headed back to her room, “I’m calling Jane. She’s going to be super psyched.”
And she was. In fact, Darcy was certain she heard Jane laughing like she’d just lost her mind, but she could have been imagining things.
“Darcy, do you know what this means?”
“More or less, yeah.”
“I’ll bring Erik with me when I meet with SHIELD. What is the number again?”
A brief flicker of annoyance attacked her. Darcy brushed it aside. Why would Jane bring her to a contract negotiation? Instead of sulking, she rattled off the number, already mentally tallying all the components she would need to build them faster computers. Jane breathlessly thanked her for the news and then hung up, probably to indulge in some more villainous laughter.
Darcy, on the other hand, simply set the letter aside and went into the kitchen to brew coffee because damn it, she needed caffeine.
“Jane was pretty happy,” she informed Leita as she passed by again.