Darcy shook her head, immediately knowing the lie would fail. “It is too easy to check student registries at universities. It would take very little time to determine that you’re making it up, especially with SHIELD’s resources.”
Slowly, as if to reassure him that she wasn’t pulling a weapon or attempting to harm him in any way, she grabbed her bag and withdrew her phone, unlocking it. No frantic messages, thank goodness. Jane was providing her with time to do what she needed to do, though she was undoubtedly pacing or otherwise expending energy until she heard from Darcy. Breathing steadily, evenly, the notion of what she was getting herself into sounding less and less like the stupidest possible idea on the planet, Darcy calmly sent Jane a text.
Concise. Succinct. Completely unlike her, but necessary in this case. Reassured Jane that she was safe, that ‘Leita’ was not a danger to either of them, that she was working things out and would call ASAP as soon as she had answers or needed help. Even took a quick, smiling selfie and sent it as additional reassurance.
That task completed, she set the phone aside and faced Loki once more. They would need to settle on a story before Jane lost her patience and came looking for them, SHIELD goons in tow.
“How about this? Your name really is Leita – it’s easier than introducing something new, and it means I am less likely to slip up – and you are from Asgard. No one special, and you’re not entirely sure how you wound up here, but you have some knowledge of magic and science and wish to return home. That will neatly explain how you know anything about Thor’s hammer and space travel, as well as why you’re helping Jane.” Sprinkle truth in with lies, just enough keep things entirely believable. The only problem was Darcy.
She wasn’t accustomed to lying, especially not on a regular basis, and not to someone she liked and trusted as much as Jane. There was the constant threat that she would slip up and not be quick enough to cover it up. Loki had to realize the plan was precarious and only partially in his control. With luck, he would be able to improve upon her invented story to the point that he was comfortable placing that much trust in her.
They had been friends, hadn’t they? They’d been growing rather close, in her opinion. If even a fraction of that transferred over, everything would go smoothly, barring unforeseen problems cropping up. Hell, Darcy now had the opportunity to get to know an actual god, brother to Thor, and learn more about Asgard than anyone else on the planet. Such knowledge was potentially dangerous, but it wasn’t like SHIELD gave a damn about her existence outside of her tenuous connection to Thor and as long as she could keep her mouth shut, she should be fine.
Darcy was impressed by the mental acrobatics she was going through to convince herself this was all well and good. Just another day in the life of a normal human being.
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Slowly, as if to reassure him that she wasn’t pulling a weapon or attempting to harm him in any way, she grabbed her bag and withdrew her phone, unlocking it. No frantic messages, thank goodness. Jane was providing her with time to do what she needed to do, though she was undoubtedly pacing or otherwise expending energy until she heard from Darcy. Breathing steadily, evenly, the notion of what she was getting herself into sounding less and less like the stupidest possible idea on the planet, Darcy calmly sent Jane a text.
Concise. Succinct. Completely unlike her, but necessary in this case. Reassured Jane that she was safe, that ‘Leita’ was not a danger to either of them, that she was working things out and would call ASAP as soon as she had answers or needed help. Even took a quick, smiling selfie and sent it as additional reassurance.
That task completed, she set the phone aside and faced Loki once more. They would need to settle on a story before Jane lost her patience and came looking for them, SHIELD goons in tow.
“How about this? Your name really is Leita – it’s easier than introducing something new, and it means I am less likely to slip up – and you are from Asgard. No one special, and you’re not entirely sure how you wound up here, but you have some knowledge of magic and science and wish to return home. That will neatly explain how you know anything about Thor’s hammer and space travel, as well as why you’re helping Jane.” Sprinkle truth in with lies, just enough keep things entirely believable. The only problem was Darcy.
She wasn’t accustomed to lying, especially not on a regular basis, and not to someone she liked and trusted as much as Jane. There was the constant threat that she would slip up and not be quick enough to cover it up. Loki had to realize the plan was precarious and only partially in his control. With luck, he would be able to improve upon her invented story to the point that he was comfortable placing that much trust in her.
They had been friends, hadn’t they? They’d been growing rather close, in her opinion. If even a fraction of that transferred over, everything would go smoothly, barring unforeseen problems cropping up. Hell, Darcy now had the opportunity to get to know an actual god, brother to Thor, and learn more about Asgard than anyone else on the planet. Such knowledge was potentially dangerous, but it wasn’t like SHIELD gave a damn about her existence outside of her tenuous connection to Thor and as long as she could keep her mouth shut, she should be fine.
Darcy was impressed by the mental acrobatics she was going through to convince herself this was all well and good. Just another day in the life of a normal human being.