[ It's a strange feeling, to spend years chasing down a dream, building it up in your mind into something that may have never even existed, only to find it right before you, physical and warm and able to be grasped. She'd tried everything - and with SHIELD's not-at-all-inconsiderable funding, "everything" had encompassed quite a bit more than she'd been capable of when living out of a trailer in New Mexico - and yet still been unable to find him. She'd started developing new tools just before getting unceremoniously shipped off to Tromsø, where there'd been nothing for her to do and every passing moment had been more and more suspicious, and everything had felt stranger and more futile -
Until Darcy showed her footage of the one thing she'd been seeking all along destroying buildings and beating up aliens in New York City. The one thing that had made her spine go stiff every single time she heard thunder for two years. The one thing that made her, in a moment of ice cream-fueled unhappy desperation, consider switching to storm chasing as a career path.
He's here. He's here, before her, reaching out and seemingly not quite trusting himself to bridge the distance.
Jane ducks her chin, swallowing and sighing out through her nose before taking half a step forward, so she can sort of -- tip her cheek into his outstretched hand. ]
It's, um. Mutual. Very, very ... mutual. God, I--
[ She backs away again all at once, her smile more like an apologetic wince as she jerks a thumb over her shoulder, pointing at a random apartment. ]
Can I just, I really -- I'd really like to just go get changed, I can't -- I seriously can't do this in a nightie. Hold that thought? I'll be back in like. Two minutes. Stay right there.
[ Without another moment to spare she whirls and trots off, darting into the first apartment she sees that hasn't got any names on the door and vanishing within. Sorry, Thor. Cue elevator music. ]
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Until Darcy showed her footage of the one thing she'd been seeking all along destroying buildings and beating up aliens in New York City. The one thing that had made her spine go stiff every single time she heard thunder for two years. The one thing that made her, in a moment of ice cream-fueled unhappy desperation, consider switching to storm chasing as a career path.
He's here. He's here, before her, reaching out and seemingly not quite trusting himself to bridge the distance.
Jane ducks her chin, swallowing and sighing out through her nose before taking half a step forward, so she can sort of -- tip her cheek into his outstretched hand. ]
It's, um. Mutual. Very, very ... mutual. God, I--
[ She backs away again all at once, her smile more like an apologetic wince as she jerks a thumb over her shoulder, pointing at a random apartment. ]
Can I just, I really -- I'd really like to just go get changed, I can't -- I seriously can't do this in a nightie. Hold that thought? I'll be back in like. Two minutes. Stay right there.
[ Without another moment to spare she whirls and trots off, darting into the first apartment she sees that hasn't got any names on the door and vanishing within. Sorry, Thor. Cue elevator music. ]