I wish you would write a fic where someone says: “First of all, this was your idea. Second, I didn’t agree to it, you did. Third, someone had to come with you and make sure you didn’t get yourself killed.”
“Jane,” Darcy hissed, squinting through the darkness at her friend. The room was swathed in a hint of flickering red light, the source of which was currently unknown. There were about a dozen beeping and whirring machines scattered in the area but Jane was only interested in the tiny computer sitting in the far corner. A computer which she was presently attempting to hack.
“Jane,” Darcy tried again, abandoning her place by the door and walking over to the frantic astrophysicist. “We aren’t supposed to be here.”
The faint sounds of thunder and gunshots echoed from outside the building, and bits of cement from the ceiling rained down on both women. The Hulk roared somewhere and Darcy jumped.
“Jane!” she whispered shrilly. “If Thor finds out we abandoned the quinjet–”
“Will you shut up for a moment?” snapped Jane, bashing her fingers against the keyboard in frustration. “I can’t seem to… get in.”
Thunder boomed again and lightening struck the building, making everything quake and shutter. One of the machines crashed to the floor and the door fell off its hinges.
Darcy grabbed Jane’s arm. “I don’t care. This is a frigging HYDRA cell, Jane! If Thor–”
“Screw Thor!” Jane whispered, still doubled over and staring hard at the computer screen. “He’s not the boss of me.”