Darcy's head was still swimming with science when Jane called. For a single, intense moment, her entire world narrowed, constricting her, fear replacing whatever traces of a good mood still remained.
She'd been completely wrong. Not once had she even considered the possibility that some stranger would throw around SHIELD's name in order to work his way into their circle. SHIELD wasn't exactly one of the better known letter agencies, and he'd had intimate knowledge of Mjölnir. How could he have possibly learned all of that without a connection with SHIELD?
Her initial distrust, at least, had been well placed.
"Holy shit," was her eloquent response, even as she was busily getting dressed. Sneaking out of the flat would be easy if Leita was barricaded in his room like he often was so late at night, but if it was one of those occasions where he lingered in front of the television set or was sprawled out on the couch reading, she would need an excuse.
One that would not raise his suspicions.
Where could she go? The first destination that popped into her mind was Jane's trailer, but Leita knew where that was, which immediately awakened a fresh pang of anxiety. "Jane, where are you? He knows where your trailer is. We could both go to the lab, he doesn't have a key."
But so many open windows just begging to have a brick thrown through them.
Not such a great idea.
She bit her lower lip. The closest hotel she knew about was run down and quite possibly infested with a whole slew of vermin. She hated the idea of leaving town entirely, all because of one person, but now that he was in SHIELD's sights, they would dig up all the information they could on him and take care of the problem.
Wouldn't they?
She was getting ahead of herself, making everything more complicated than it needed to be. Taking a deep breath, she thought rapidly.
"Okay. Okay. I got this. Once I'm on the road, I'll call you, and we can figure out where to go from there."
"Don't do anything stupid, Darce."
"I promise I won't make a citizen's arrest. Scout's honor."
"You were never a Girl Scout."
"It's the thought that counts." A soft intake of breath. "Be safe, Jane. Call Erik. He knows, like, everyone in the world. He probably has a place we can crash at."
"Got it. Talk to you soon."
Darcy ended the call and slipped her phone into her bag, slowly slipping it over her shoulder. She didn't bother with packing clothing or toiletries; the important thing was getting out of there without raising suspicion. She could always stop by WalMart.
Trying to calm her nerves, she crept out of her room and made a beeline for the door.
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She'd been completely wrong. Not once had she even considered the possibility that some stranger would throw around SHIELD's name in order to work his way into their circle. SHIELD wasn't exactly one of the better known letter agencies, and he'd had intimate knowledge of Mjölnir. How could he have possibly learned all of that without a connection with SHIELD?
Her initial distrust, at least, had been well placed.
"Holy shit," was her eloquent response, even as she was busily getting dressed. Sneaking out of the flat would be easy if Leita was barricaded in his room like he often was so late at night, but if it was one of those occasions where he lingered in front of the television set or was sprawled out on the couch reading, she would need an excuse.
One that would not raise his suspicions.
Where could she go? The first destination that popped into her mind was Jane's trailer, but Leita knew where that was, which immediately awakened a fresh pang of anxiety. "Jane, where are you? He knows where your trailer is. We could both go to the lab, he doesn't have a key."
But so many open windows just begging to have a brick thrown through them.
Not such a great idea.
She bit her lower lip. The closest hotel she knew about was run down and quite possibly infested with a whole slew of vermin. She hated the idea of leaving town entirely, all because of one person, but now that he was in SHIELD's sights, they would dig up all the information they could on him and take care of the problem.
Wouldn't they?
She was getting ahead of herself, making everything more complicated than it needed to be. Taking a deep breath, she thought rapidly.
"Okay. Okay. I got this. Once I'm on the road, I'll call you, and we can figure out where to go from there."
"Don't do anything stupid, Darce."
"I promise I won't make a citizen's arrest. Scout's honor."
"You were never a Girl Scout."
"It's the thought that counts." A soft intake of breath. "Be safe, Jane. Call Erik. He knows, like, everyone in the world. He probably has a place we can crash at."
"Got it. Talk to you soon."
Darcy ended the call and slipped her phone into her bag, slowly slipping it over her shoulder. She didn't bother with packing clothing or toiletries; the important thing was getting out of there without raising suspicion. She could always stop by WalMart.
Trying to calm her nerves, she crept out of her room and made a beeline for the door.