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002 ✦ Video/Action for Coffee Shop

Ok, I'll try and keep this short and sweet. There should have been a little gift outside your door in the form of chocolate with a nifty logo on it.

[A task that would have been ridiculously annoying if she hadn't had help in the form of one Percy Jackson.]

Since I've been here for like 6ish months, and it's clear I'm not going home any time soon - I figured I might as well do something semi-productive.

[No, this has absolutely nothing to do with her recent death - nope. Not at all.]

Coffee shop's open for business on the 1st floor. You can't miss it - it's right next to the training center so stop in and get your java fix sometime. Also, I guess if people want to help out, I def won't say no.

[It's not like it's a legit legit business with paperwork and things like paychecks. Makes things way less messy that way.]

One more thing before I forget - if I'm not around, I don't object to people doing their own thing as long as you don't burn it down or break everything and leave a mess in your wake. That happens and I'll find you and I will kick your butt. Don't think that I won't. Because I will.

[Or she'll call for back-up to do the butt kicking. DETAILS.]

I'll be here hanging out so stop in and say hi. We also have pie courtesy of Ned, so that's a thing. There's also non-caffeinated drinks like tea and decaf if caffeine isn't your thing.

Oh!If anybody's up for it, I'm totes looking for guinea pigs to test coffee things out on so just let me know if you're game.

[And with that that, she ends the feed and returns to setting up various colored coffee mugs behind the bar.]

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[She doesn't hold back the small laugh at that, giving a snap of her fingers in response.]

Darn, I guess I'll have to ask someone else about that later.

[It's a short walk to the little back room, not wanting to waste any time once they're inside.]

I figured privacy was the way to go - I didn't know if you'd actually told anyone about your... shifty bodily destruction thing-y or if you were still trying to keep it on the DL.

[He meanders in behind her, dragging his feet and trying to keep his cool. Much like when he entered the business in the first place, his eyes flick around the room, studying it, applying what he knows about her personality to the decorating scheme.

It's nice.

And then she jumps into discussion about his monthly visitor, and his head ducks a little. He huffs a humorless laugh.]

Uh, no. Not exactly. That's... not exactly something I want broadcasted on the network, you know?

[Read: please don't tell anyone.]

Don't worry - I can keep secrets. Trust me.

[She'd already been keeping Bucky's future as a secret - what was one more?]

After the last event, the whole mirror thing my priorities have shifted somewhat. It, um... It put a few things in perspective.

[There's a somber note to her words, bringing up a hand to run through her hair.]

[Yeah, normally he's not so much into trusting people who say trust me, but he doesn't have much choice in the matter at this point. He likes Darcy, sure, but she's still a stranger. Relying on her to keep one of his biggest secrets is a scary concept.

Even so, he can't help the concern that sweeps through him when she mentions the mirror thing. He frowns, brows knitting together minutely. He's going to concentrate on that for the moment, they can circle back to the whole werewolf thing after his protective flair has been satiated.]

Wait, what happened last event?

[He asks, tone more serious than she might be accustomed to.]

[She gives a small sigh, fingers gripping the back of her neck for a moment before ushering him over to the chaise. It'd been almost a month since the whole thing, her body having healed to the point where anyone who didn't know would pick up any clues that something was a little off.]

I, um... I died. Before I ended up on the mirror side.

[Outside of her immediate group from home, especially those that had been directly involved, she hadn't told anyone. It wasn't exactly something that was easy to work into conversations and not really something she wanted to shout from the rooftops.]

You died?

[He demands, arms flinging out incredulously. That old, buried protective streak surges forward immediately, and his temper problem goes unchecked for a second.]

Are you shitting me? How?

[He gets the distinct feeling it wasn't some bizarre accident or natural causes, which means something or someone murdered her. Who goes around fucking murdering people?

...With the notable exception of that Hannibal guy, he guesses, if it's the same Hannibal, but whatever.]

It was a mirror. He played on my knowing his real and got close enough to...

[Wow, it happened a little over a month ago and it was still ridiculously hard to say the details.]

He strangled me and then texted my friend to come find the body. I still don't know what he did after I died, but it wasn't - [The amount of blood on her clothes almost made her not want to know what Bucky had seen.] When I - when I revived, I ended up on the mirror side which was it's own...

[Her ribs had healed pretty nicely, throat cleared up of any remaining bruises from Bucky's mirror. All that was left was the emotional crap.]

Bruce and Steve got to me before the mirrors that found me could do more than they'd already done.

[It's still weird, hearing the terms mirror and real, but he's adaptable. He adopts it quickly, lips parting a little as she tells her story, attention rapt.

What he did after she died.

What he did after she died.

To her body.

His teeth clench, an anger fills him probably more than it should considering they haven't known each other that long, but he was having some temper issues before he came here and this... is fucking sick. It's disgusting.

He has to look away to calm down, licking his lips slowly, eyes closing and then opening again, a hard look in them. After a beat, he looks at her.]

Do you know who it was?

[It's a serious question, a dark question.]

[There's a hesitation when she sees that reaction, giving a small sigh as she crosses towards him.]

Y-yeah.

[She's more than a little hesitant to give him the name, especially with what she'd learned about him. She hadn't seen Will yet - his real at least - since the whole thing. That little note on her bathroom mirror earlier a gift from his other self.]

It's not important. It's done and -

[Ok, it's not done, may never be done - but she needs to attempt to start moving past it.]

As long as he stays on the mirror side, it should all be okay.

[His fingers twitch at his sides, that scowl not leaving his face even when she dismisses the whole fucking thing like it doesn't even matter. He shifts, arms crossing unhappily over his chest.]

You don't know that.

[He responds, insistent.]

It's all fucking peachy right now, but when they cross over again, you're fucked unless you've got some people looking out for you.

[He's a pusher, a presser, and he's doing it now, locking eyes with her and appealing seriously.]

Come on, Darcy, this shit's important, just tell me. Please.

[He wanted to push? Fine. Fine. He wanted the nitty gritty details? Okay.

Her face sets slightly, her arms mirror his - head hanging slightly before letting her gaze refocus on him. She'd dismissed it because it was easier that way, but if he wanted to really see how she was dealing with it then there was no point in hiding it. There's a shine to her eyes, a hint of fear and pain mixed in.]

It's not all fine and peachy right now - even without crossing over they can still -

[No. She'd been so good about keeping that one to herself today, so good at pushing it all aside and pretending it didn't hold the same weight as things in the real world. People didn't revive in the real world.]

You want a name? Have three.

[Surprise.]

After I got killed by Will Graham's mirror, I had a little run in with Bucky and Natasha's.

[The bruises were faded, but the pain in her ribs was still a little tender if she over-exerted herself.]

[That look in her eyes... that pain... it does wonders to soften his aggressive countenance. He feels guilty instantly for pushing, for digging into some obviously sensitive shit. He's the world's biggest asshole, but he can't help but be glad to know.

Will Graham. Bucky. Natasha. He doesn't know any of these assholes, but he's going to learn their faces. Just in case another mirror thing happens and he's got to put the fucking fear of god into them.

He may not seem like much, but he's got a beastly advantage if he needs it.

He'll think about that later, right now he moves forward to carefully wrap a hand around her shoulder. It's meant to be comforting, and he squeezes gently.]

I'm sorry.

[He says sincerely, meeting her eye.]

Seriously. I mean it. And I swear it's not gonna happen again.

Bucky and Natasha are from my world. They know about their mirrors and plans are being set up if there's ever a next time. Will -

[Will's mirror was completely different, the message on her mirror still fresh in her mind. There's no holding back the involuntary shiver that runs through her, hard to hide with his hand on her shoulder. She can't hold that gaze for long, fighting the urge to pull away completely. She'd fought so hard to bring herself out of the shell she'd built around herself - now wasn't the time to run back to it.

She also wasn't going to tolerate the promises. If she wasn't gonna hold Captain America to it, she wasn't gonna hold an apparent werewolf to it. As much as she'd like to rely on all the people in her life, experience had taught her absolutes were a dangerous thing to play with.]

Peter... You don't know that.

[Good news for her, Peter wasn't the type to lie or make promises he didn't fully intend on keeping. At her discouragement, he reaches forward to wrap his other hand around her upper arm gently.]

Trust me, I do.

[He presses seriously.]

If one of those bastards tries anything, I've got ways of stopping them.

[A thoughtful pause and then a shrug.]

And if all else fails, we can probably get like six hundred grenades out of those closets, right?

[That's a joke. Mostly.]

[There's an almost resigned sigh at the assurance, giving up on trying to get him to take back the promise.

She doesn't doubt that he does have ways of stopping them, although grenades don't seem like the next best option. It should also be a little more terrifying that the words were ridiculously true. Sure, if they wanted to, they could easily get an infinite number of grenades.]

I don't think the royalty on either side would appreciate us blowing up their mansion.

[Not that she really cares. Maybe if they blow it up they can go home.]

[He shrugs nonchalantly, because frankly? He doesn't give a shit about either of those queen bitches or whether or not he's in their favor. It's not like they're doing anything anyway, right?]

Fuck 'em, what're they gonna do?

[Especially if they don't have a castle to kick him out of. They can chop his head off or whatever, but he'll just come back and probably piss on their tents.

It's not really helping her, though, and his lips press together for a second.]

...Or we could get really stoned and watch Sharktopus Takes Manhattan to take your mind off if it?

[She doesn't have quite the same casualness to the idea of pissing off royalty... Legit or otherwise. Something about poking what she could only assume to be decision makers around here with a stick just seemed like a bad idea.

With a small tilt of her head, she considers the offer for a long moment.]

It definitely does make bad movies better.

[And with access to the closets and the kitchen, it just seemed more and more appealing.]

I'm in.

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002 ✦ Video/Action for Coffee Shop

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