EPISODE 1 -- "Fucking Before a Live Studio Audience"
"Hey," she said to the man sitting across from her in the armored transport. He looked up at her with a deer-in the-headlights sort of way but she continued on, unbothered. "What's your field?" she asked him, prompting a continuation of the look.
"We're not supposed to talk to each other," he answered, nervously.
"Hmm, boy scout leader," she quipped sarcastically. "Got it. And you?" she asked the only other woman in the group.
The mousy-looking woman smirked as Darcy put the other man in his place. "Nuclear biology," she answered readily.
The bald man next to her turned and looked at her and answered his own field unprompted: "Artificial intelligence." He looked like artificial intelligence to her. Not like someone who worked in the field but someone who might legitimately be a robot or some sort of man-droid. She noted the different domains of their work.
"Astrophysics," she said of herself. Thinking for barely a moment she smacked her lips. "We got the full clown car." When no one disagreed, and more importantly no one seemed to catch her meaning immediately, she continued. "It means whatever the threat is, S.W.O.R.D. clearly has no idea what they're dealing with." She squinted, trying to think, wondering what on earth there could be, after Thanos, that would prompt the new government agency to pull in such a varied set of scientific experts.
"I'm a chemical engineer," the first man said, clearly hoping to join the circle.
"No one cares," Darcy rejoined without missing a beat. She looked away for a moment to watch the scenery flitting away out the small windows in the back doors just as the brakes squealed slightly and the vehicle came to a stop.
The driver shifted the vehicle into park. "All right, grab your gear." The heavy door creaked and swung open and Darcy was the first to move, not just because she was sitting by the exit but also because she had the most experience with things like this compared to the others. She had been in New Mexico in 2011 when S.H.I.E.L.D. had gotten involved in the whole Thor-Asgard-Loki thing and had dealt with the black vehicles and suited agents and endless red tape. She'd gone with Jane when she'd been taken to a safe location during the Chitauri invasion in 2012. She had been in London in 2013 when Malekith the Accursed had tried to get the red infinity stone thing, the squidgy one, the aether, which they'd later learned was related to shifting and changing reality. After that, she'd spent time finishing her degrees and had joined Jane's field, astrophysics, eventually completing her own doctorate, which was presumably why S.W.O.R.D. wanted her now. She had to suspect, though, that Jane must have said no if they'd come looking for her. Dr. Darcy Lewis was an expert on the interrelation between astrophysics and metahumanity but if there was anyone with more firsthand experience, it was Dr. Jane Foster.
The dark-haired woman smirked to herself; Jane had certainly gotten more than her fair share of "firsthand" experience in New Mexico. London, too. Hell, she knew enough to know that Thor required more than one hand of experience to handle. More than once over the years a small part of Darcy had wished that maybe she'd been the expert at the time, maybe she'd have caught Thor's eye, and maybe she'd had the whirlwind romance, kissing, cuddling, and fucking that Jane had enjoyed for several years.
Despite not getting Thor to herself or becoming his girlfriend or the princess of Asgard or whatever the hell Jane had been for a brief time, Darcy had her experience with the Asgardian. A few times in New Mexico when the alcohol had flowed freely, and then again several times in London after the issues with the Dark Elves she'd been able to experience Thor alongside Jane, and even a few times one-on-one. She felt the memories of his strong hands and hard body warming her but there was no real time to reminisce about her own "firsthand" (and "secondhand" and...other...) experience she'd had with Thor and Jane and others along the way before it was time to focus on what was in front of her.
The camp she was walking through looked so much like what she had seen in New Mexico and so entirely alien at the same time. This time there would be no hulking hunk from the sky, she suspected, but rather something even more mysterious that there would be no one in the world better equipped to handle than herself, what's-her-face, who's-his-name, and domo-arigato-mister-roboto that she'd been riding with for the past hour and a half. Hopefully between the four of them they'd have the answers S.W.O.R.D. was looking for and they'd be able to stay in the game long enough to satisfy their own curiosities. Satisfying her curiosity was the last intellectual mountain left for Darcy since completing her PhD and moving so far up in her field. Fortunately, it was a huge mountain she could spend most of her life climbing because she was curious as hell.
She looked around, her pace slowing, as she began to wonder just who was supposed to be her handler. Who was she supposed to report to at this circus now that she was out of the clown car? She looked from blank, unassuming tent to blank, unassing tent until she heard someone calling her name.
"Ms. Lewis?" a man called as he strode toward her, dressed in military fatigues.
She turned and breathed a sigh of annoyance. "Dr. Lewis," she corrected.
"We have your gear set up inside," the man said, not particularly caring as he gestured the direction he intended to lead her. She followed, knowing that if she stopped to care about every man who put her back by calling her "miss," she'd be as far back as they intended to put her. Better to just go along and get the job done and wait for the opportunity to show him up later. The handler walked through the door ahead of her while another man stood by, holding it open for her. He smiled and she nodded and after she passed him she let herself smile. Who doesn't love a handsome man in uniform? she thought to herself as she entered the field base.
The handler led her down a straight corridor, ignoring a few branching rooms that were only partially set up, possibly left set aside for whatever work might crop up in the near future requiring separate spaces. Together they moved down the hall to a large, round room in which several work stations were in place with things ranging from standard work tables to spectrometers to tactical area maps, all of which were focused on the small town in front of them: Westview, New Jersey.
Outside, a drone lifted off and flew forward before disappearing into the clear sky. Darcy's mental math moved fast and she recognized a spatial anomaly for what it was, having seen several during the London event in 2013.
"Those drones you're sending in, what kinda data are you getting?" she asked.
"I'm afraid that's highly classified," the handler told her, arms crossed in front of his chest.
She moved her eyes up and away from him for a moment to think and then looked back at him. "You can't see anything?"
He didn't answer her but the way he straightened up his posture told her that she was right and he didn't like it. Of course, she knew she was right from the second he opened his mouth: she was here to help S.W.O.R.D. understand the whatever-it-was and if there was relevant data they would provide it. The only reason there was to tell her it was classified was to avoid admitting they were entirely stumped. She looked away to avoid his annoyed gaze and then unslung her bag, putting it down next to an unoccupied workstation that she assumed would be hers, which was confirmed as she began to notice the gear that she had requested be provided.
"FBI, Army. I saw Air Force Office of Special Investigations out there," she said as she pulled a heavy, reinforced case up and onto the desk, opening it and beginning to set herself up. "Research Lab, Space Command, too. A bona fide, joint, multi-service response. Really looking forward to the commemorative T-shirt." She sat and began tinkering with some of the gear to prepare to follow her first hunch. "Is there somewhere a lady could get a cup of coffee? You guys look like you might get down with those little pod things. Horrendous for the environment--"
"Make your assessment, please," the handler interrupted, clearly not appreciating her sardonic chatter and dismissive suggestion that he fetch her something to drink. Fortunately his impatience wouldn't need to be tested any further as she was already beginning to get results from her first scans with her first piece of equipment.
"Whoa..." she said, double-checking the scans. "I mean, whoa..."
