âIâm totally telling her you said that. I donât make the rules. Crazy scientists have to stick together. Thereâs a group chat and everything.â That had been Richardsâ idea to âpromote good will between colleaguesâ and âshare and expand our knowledge bases.â Tony wouldâve left the chat a long time ago on the basis of that poor reasoning alone, but enough times Sue Storm threatened to murder Doom and it was very entertaining, so he was encouraged to stay.
He leaned in towards Darcy, very quietly whispering, âThesis.â Tony then stepped back, a grin on his face. âThe more times you say a word, the less power it has over you. Take my word for it. Ha. Pun unintended. Punintended.â
Darcy was not a good influence. He was making shitty jokes, even shittier puns, and he had a smile on his face the size of the Tower. Tony wasnât sure whether to be pleased with himself or irritated that he understood Darcyâs reference, and as he made his way towards the workbench, he called over his shoulder, âRelease a missile at a specified point. Last time I checked, it was set for New York, so Iâd recommend not hitting it, or else we all die.â It had been a precaution, one he knew none of his teammates would take, and when it came down to it Tony had proven he wouldnât do that either. But when wars were being fought, it paid to have a back-up plan.
âPlease tell me you went into the tanks,â Tony said. âFRIDAY, order us tacos please. The best place in New York, every flavour they have.â
Tony pointed to one of the stools that lay around the workshop. âTake a seat, Lewis,â he said, âand tell me what you wanna know about the Accords. Iâm best qualified to answer, just sayinâ.â
âWell thatâs just rude Dude. Weâre definitely not bumping uglyâs now.â Not that it had been her main plan to begin with but meh, âReally? Huh, I have gotta make an intern version of that! So we can all bitch about you guys and plot the eventual murders you drive us tooâŚâ she grinned, âBet Friday would love to run it for me.â Yes she knew the AIâs name, she did a little research, granted that and Pepper Pots were the only names she could apply to him, and she little about the latter, aside from she was God-like in style and grace.
Darcy shuddered, aiming to act like the hyena in the lion king, âOoohhhh,â she smirked at him, âDo it again.â and chuckled, âAlright, but weâre talking about an academic term here, not Voldermort.â Although both had similar reactions in that students who said the word trembled in fear afterwards.
People could accuse Darcy of many things, being a good influence was not one of them. Unless it applied to her educating Thor or looking after Jane. She was tempted to push the button for the hell of it, until the explained what it was for, at which point she recoiled she would from full-priced clothing (she only shopped charity and sales). âDude! Why the hell is that left in the open! I coulda blown up the city to make good on a cartoon reference!â She could see her tomb stone now âHere lies Darcy Lewis, she blew up a city for the lolz.â Yikes. âIf not for my incredibly self-restraint Iâd be doing some frantic death-bed praying right now.â Her family kept threatening to go to church, just never got round to it. She was sure God understood.
âWell duh, I donât do things by half measures Dude.â she told him, deadly serious, âExcept academic essays.â she amended.
âThanks Friday! Iâd have your cyber babies if you asked!â she yelled at the air.
Darcy pranced (yes, pranced) one to the stool and heaved herself onto it, âSure thing Iron Sides.â she grinned, âWell, first of all, not keen on the idea myself and how are you gonna apply these laws to those with diplomatic immunity?â she asked a grin on her face.