Well, I would tell them. I’m not that cruel or wrapped up in a personal bubble of woes that I wouldn’t think to tell them what I was planning to do over the break,
I just, y’know, didn’t want to tell anyone because I nearly always over react and stuff and then it just gets awkward, and I do not cope with awkward or even mildly stressing situations well. Guess that’s why I’m not the biggest fan of Christmas … I always just blamed it on midnight mass.
I rather think that’s what you were doing when I overheard you. I’m not saying you should spill your entire life history unless its needed, but maybe sharing a little of the stress with someone will help you…I don’t know…smooth your waters a little? Entirely up to you though.
Personally, give me some peppermint hot chocolate, a lovely fire, and a good book, and I can curl up happy as a kitten for the evening. It’s one of those…’raindrops on roses’ kind of thing.
I really have no idea. I usually go shopping when few are around so I can take my time and get better service. Going crazy when there’s sale is not my thing.
I’m an online girl…then it gets delivered to my front door and I don’t have to deal with bumps and bruises and potential lawsuits. I just can’t do crowds.
"Like I said, not sure he wants a second meeting and I’m not sure I care." He answered before realizing how that sounded. He buckled up his seat and tightened the strap, taking his usual precautions. "What I mean is, why talk to someone who doesn’t want to talk to me? If there’s a second meeting it’s because he talks to me, I won’t start something with someone who I don’t think wants to hear it." He explained, hoping that way sounded less rude.
Scott stuck the key in and chuckled a little. “Maybe I will.” He answered and shook his head. He did a quick glance to make sure she was buckled in as well since being the rule follower that he was, he’d never drive a car without making sure the safety precautions were taken care of.
Darcy frowned. Can’t any of my friends get along? she pouted to herself. Then, when Scott clarified, she rolled her eyes. ”That’s just your…something talking,” she replied. When he’s not focused on stuff, Tony likes talking to people. He’ll talk to you.”
She hummed as they started off. Her eyes grew heavy… Okay, maybe she had a little too much to drink. Normally it took her longer than this to get sleepy. Of course, it might have helped if I’d eaten something. Drinking on an empty stomach…not a good idea. She knew better, but she hadn’t really let herself stop to think about it. Leaning her head back, she let herself drift in a half doze. Scott would wake her when they got there.
Scott shrugged. “We all have off days. Even you ad Tony I guess. Although if he’s irritated by me if we have a second meeting I’m chalking it down to ‘he doesn’t like me’.” He said. “Nothing wrong with being the responsible one. I’m pretty happy with it.” He answered proudly. Being responsible meant being dependable and if he had to choose a title that’d be it.
He pulled out his keys and unlocked the car. “I believe the word you’re looking for is ‘inexperienced’.” He answered with a smirk as he opened the car door for her. He’d definitely ask what happened later. Mostly because he didn’t like to see people he cared about so much drink to feel better which was most likely due to all the stuff he’d been through with Johnny recently.
Darcy looked at him for a long minute. ”Just try to make sure your next meeting isn’t while he’s deep in a project…the wrong interruption always irritates him.” Her brow furrowed. ”Not that you’d be wrong, but he’d see it as wrong because he’s got his mind set on something. It’s a thing that happens from time to time.” She shook her head. ”I don’t think he doesn’t like you. He’s just the…lone wolf type.”
She frowned. ”Um…maybe? Or maybe I mean you’re just not familiar? Or…well, I don’t know. I don’t remember what we were talking about when I started thinking about words.” A laugh escaped from her. ”Maybe you can ask me about it later? Just be sure to fill me in on what it was about…otherwise I won’t be any more help than I am now.” She sat down in the car and fumbled a little as she managed to hook the seat belt.
"Alright fine." Patsy shook her head. She didn’t quite believe SHIELD had them under that much watch. For one that would mean there were people in rooms listening to a ton of junk just for the random something that was probably so small why bother? And if they really did have cameras up everywhere then some people would be in way more trouble for the alcohol in their closets. “Yeah, but it’s just so… harsh. I mean I get it for hunting (which I don’t think I could do) but just for yourself like to go to the range all the time would be so much.” She wasn’t sure how to describe it and maybe it was just a fear of guns, but she was not fond of the idea of handling one.
"They did yeah. She’s an awesome girl . Ginger of course," she popped her head up and smiled cutely. She knew most anything she could get her hands on about redheads in comics. Barbara Gordon was a particular interest since the girl had worked so hard to become Batgirl. Patsy felt a kinship with her. "I’m Hellcat," Patsy said and her head went up slightly with pride. She loved her alter ego even if she wasn’t sure if many would ever meet her.
Darcy wondered if Patsy was just being nice and giving in. Still…she would take it. That was one story she was going to avoid telling anywhere SHIELD might hear about it. The likelihood of her ending up someplace she could tell it was remote…at least until graduation, and by then nobody would remember to ask. Then she had to smile and shake her head. ”I’d rather spend the time practicing so I hit where I aim on the first shot.” She enjoyed hunting and fresh game was the best, but she didn’t want the animal to suffer. There were other reasons of course, but she would stick with that one if she was ever asked. People got freaky weird about guns sometimes. Her head tilted slightly as she continued listening. ”The cat part I thoroughly get,” Darcy nodded in reply to Patsy’s name.
You know it’s gonna come back anyway, and I’ll be able to deal when it does. Thanks, though.
I guess you’re right. Effort to keep a relationship and all, right?
Just remember you’re not alone anymore.
Oh, yeah, especially if there’s a relationship to keep. Got any ideas?
I don’t know about creepy….Pyro, maybe? When he’s in one of his dark moods anyway?
Tony’s thought process, Janet’s shadows, Kyle’s darker side, Peggy’s connections, Logan period, Natasha - why is a ballet dancer under attack?, Loki, Rogue…should I go on? Everyone on this campus is intriguing in one way or another.
Erik had moved his hands back to himself, resting his elbows on his knees and folding his hands to make sure they stayed where he wanted them to. Darcy’s touch however sent a sliver of warmth down to the base of his spine. It was like he was reconnecting in some way. He lost Magda, but maybe in Darcy he had regained her again?
It was a confusing question, one that asked even more questions to things that Erik was sure no one could answer. Either way he couldn’t ignore the feelings he was having for this moment and the wishing that some how this was Magda and not Darcy.
He certainly didn’t expect Darcy to be so understanding, but then again he left out much of the details he knew would drive her away, the kind of details that turned that frighten boy in the picture into a cold, unemotional, killer. Of course he was going to keep this part of himself to himself. “Trust me Darcy.. if I wanted to shut you out again I wouldn’t have told you… but I think you deserved to hear it.” Was she the first to hear of it? No. But he was the one he was most concerned about when it came to losing her as a friend due to his past. Closing his eyes Erik leaned into Darcy’s hand a little and sighed. “Being a friend is enough Darcy.”
Darcy blinked her eyes rapidly as he closed his. She didn’t want him seeing the tears and mistaking them for anything. This explained…a lot really. Why Erik seemed to miss certain clues and cues about everyday things. Why the advance and retreat in their friendship…it wasn’t that there was something wrong with them…it just wasn’t a road he knew or understood. It lifted a weight she had not even known she carried.
Now there was an explanation…she could give a little more leeway. Time to slow down, she thought. She had known there was some kind of issue, but maybe it was partially her fault. For now she would concentrate on being his friend…someone he could trust as a…well, safe place. If anything grew from that, then good for them. If it didn’t? She’d be fine…given between a troubled romance and a good friendship, she’d take the friendship.
“Thank you for trusting me with this, Erik,” she replied softly. “No one will hear it from me, I promise.” She drew in a breath and then leaned her forehead against his for a moment. “I consider you one of my dearest friends,” she continued. “Nothing’s going to change that…not your past…nothing.” She pulled back to look at him. “And you can always talk to me,” she said decisively. “My door is always open…or my phone.”
Scott…he is totally confused when it comes to seeing himself as he really is.
Okay, this one could pretty much fit anybody on this campus in their own way…so I’m going to go with resourceful in the way I understand. The definition of ‘resourceful’ is ‘having the ability to find quick and clever ways to overcome difficulties.’
So…Kyle. I don’t think most people understand how well that definition fits the best hackers.