"And Then You" 2/6
Title: “And Then You”
Author: Lena
For: skadi/europa_kore
Fandom: Marvel
Warnings: Sexual Relations, Some Foul Language
Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: Marvel is god, I'm just a lowly worshiper, blah, blah, blah.
Summary: Darcy is driving in New Mexico when she nearly hits Loki, who has just fallen off the bifrost. Despite every self preserving instinct in her, she takes him to her home to patch him up.
Beta'd By: Just Me
Chapter Two:
Loki could see that the girl was trying to put on a brave face, but she looked like she was mere seconds away from screaming. He could understand her reaction, however. He hadn't exactly been after her directly, but he wouldn't have cared that day if she had died if she had gotten in the way. "So, you normally send giant metal people off the kill your brother on different planets or was that a special case?" she asked him.
He narrowed his eyes at her, not seeing the point of telling her anything. He would be away from her quickly enough, if he had his way. He didn't want to be anywhere near anyone that was associated with his not-brother. "I sent it to keep Thor and his friends from getting back to Asgard too quickly. It was merely a distraction," he corrected her. Despite sounding sure, Loki knew that it was a weak argument. He hadn't realized that his father had some sort of failsafe instilled in Thor's banishment that would revive him if he died on Midgard, or if he sacrificed himself, or whatever it was that brought him back to his full Aesir heritage. He had told the Destroyer to destroy everything in its path, after all. To claim otherwise now seemed silly. He had been willing to do anything to prevent Thor's return until he had shown Odin that he was the worthy son, and yet Thor arrived early and ruined everything. Something his brother was perfect at doing.
"Well, can't take you where I was going to take you first, obviously," the girl said with a roll of her eyes. He finally let her wiggle out of his grasp and turn back towards the wheel of her car. At his questioning glance, she seemed inclined to continue. “I was going to take you to the lab that Jane and Erik use, but with you being Thor’s brother I think that would be an absolutely horrible idea.”
“Do not mention that name in my presence,” he growled at her, but he could see the logic in her words. Even though her attention was turned back toward the road, he could see her eyes widen a bit when she growled at her, and that made him glad that he could still menace these ants. “Where are you taking me, then?”
He watched her as she chewed on her lip, as if deep in thought. “Guess we’re going to my place then.” He could see that she had mixed feelings about the idea, and so was he. He didn’t exactly relish the idea of being around his brother’s mortal friends for any length of time. He reached for the door handle, intent upon getting out and getting as far away from her as he possibly could.
He was surprised, however, when she grabbed his arm and jerked it away from the door. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked her in a surprised voice. He would think that she would be perfectly happy to be rid of him. He had tried to kill her, after all, at least passively.
“Stopping you from hurting yourself worse, more than likely,” she snapped back at him. He realized that he must be in dire straits, because he did not have the energy really to fight her, a mere mortal. He slumped back against the seat, content for now at least to stay in the car while it was still moving.
“Why do you care whether or not I stay in your vehicle?” he asked her. “I would think that you would prefer to be rid of me. I did try to kill you, after all.” Not on purpose, but that was a minor point just the same.
She shrugged at him. “Just seems kind of rude to leave you lying in the road. Wouldn’t want anyone to run over you and mess up their car.”
He rolled his eyes. “I assure you, child that I can get out of the way of cars on my own” he grumbled at her.
“Because you totally could have done that while you were unconscious,” she said, rolling her eyes. “And if you call me ‘child’ again, I’ll push you out of this car, run you over, and then pick you back up. I know you’re like, way old, if people from a thousand years ago were worshipping you, but I’m still an adult, and that’s really insulting.”
He forced himself to bite back a laugh at her threat. Not because he doubted that she would follow through. Of that, he had little doubt. He was more amused by the detail of it. “Then what should I call you?” he asked, smiling slightly.
He could feel the corners of her eyes turn toward him even as he kept his own forward, watching the desert as it moved by. “It’s Darcy Lewis,” she told him, her voice a little softer. For some reason, he had the distinct feeling that hers was a name that he’d be remembering for a while, even as he told himself he’d be fleeing as soon as he had a chance.
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When they arrive back at her apartment, Darcy's still questioning her sanity. She's almost positive that she's gone insane and hallucinated this entire encounter from after one too many late nights working with Jane, or she actually picked up the murderous god of mischief and she's REALLY gone insane. Darcy's actually not sure which one she would prefer, although it would probably be better for the world if she was just hallucinating after one too many late nights.
She parked her car in front of the tiny apartment complex. Puente Antiguo doesn't have a large population who need things like one bedroom apartments, so the apartment 'complex' only consisted of twelve apartments linked together. Darcy currently inhabited number six. As soon as she pulled herself out of the car, Loki tried to bolt again, opening the car door quickly so that he can run and get away, she supposed. However, whatever his speed normally was, it was slowed enough so that Darcy could keep up with him. She actually launched herself over the hood of the car 'Dukes of Hazard' style (something that's she's INCREDIBLY amazed at later) and grabs him by the arm. When he turns to look at her, likely going to push her off, her instincts kick in and she slugs him in the stomach.
Loki wheezes, dropping to the ground. "You have a strange way of helping someone," he said to her, hand clutching his stomach.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures," she told him, shrugging. "If you wouldn't keep trying to run off, I wouldn't be sinking to those measures, though. So really, stop it. Besides, god or not, you're apparently hurt enough that I can get the upper hand on you. That must be really embarrassing."
"You have no idea," he said to her, letting her help him up off the ground this time. Even though he's likely pissed at her for punching him like that (totally only to get him to stop being an ass and trying to run), he seems content to actually let her help this time. She grabs her keys from her pocket and shoves one in the door. Before she can get it unlocked, she can already hear barking inside.
Damn, she forgot to tell Loki about Baker. She actually gained a pet by accident, as, when Loki decided to pull his 'I hate my big brother act,' she helped take all of the animals out of a local pet shop, including Baker, a small black and white chubby dog. When everything went a little back to normal, the pet shop owner gave her Baker as a gift for helping out. As soon as they walk inside of her apartment, and before she can scoop up Baker, he's all over Loki's legs, and Loki is staring at Baker like the one he's the alien from another planet, not him.
"Dude, Baker, bad dog!" Baker has no knowledge of the word, though, so he's perfectly happy to keep jumping on Loki and barking in an effort to get attention. Finally, she bends down and scoops the dog up in her arms, looking toward Loki. "You, go sit on the sofa and then don't move, OK? If I have to chase you down again, it's not going to be pretty." She carries Baker off to her bedroom, grabbing the first aid kit she has put up, collecting dust, before shutting the door and heading back toward the sofa. Thankfully, Loki's done as asked, and hasn't moved from the couch after sitting.
"OK, gonna have to get this armor off of you if I'm going to look at you," Darcy told him. From the way that he's been holding himself, she can tell that he's likely taken some sort of hit to the chest. However, he looks at her as if she's insane when she suggests it. "Dude, don't be such an ass. I'm only trying to help."
"Why?" he asked her, still staring at her like she was an absolute loon, and she's starting to agree with him, honestly. She really should just grab her dog and run away screaming from her apartment and just let him have it. Obviously, she has no self preservation, because she doesn't do that. Instead, she starts pulling on the ruined armor, pointedly ignoring the question until he repeats it, grabbing her hands and making her stop moving.
Before she can answer, though, someone knocks on her door and, from her bedroom, Baker went insane again. He didn't appreciate being locked away in the first place and someone knocking now is only making it worse. Despite the barking, she can hear Erik's voice on the outside, and she remembers that she told him to meet her here around this time to pick up the groceries that she went out of town to pick up and all of reality comes crashing down on her in just enough time for her to remember that she didn't lock the door and the knob's turning.
"Pretend that you're a friend of mine," she hissed to him. She could see the protest on his lips and she managed to wrench her hand free to cover his mouth. "Would you rather tell him the truth? He's just gonna call SHIELD the iPod stealers," she snapped at him. She managed to get a curt nod out of him just as Erik opened the door, walking in on Darcy's sitting on a sofa with a now shirtless Loki. She's just glad she got him out of the most obvious armor.
Erik takes a good look at her sitting on a sofa with a half-naked man and immediately blushes. "I didn't realize you had company," he said quickly, turning away.
Darcy rolled her eyes. "SO not what you think," she said quickly. "It's just a buddy of mine from Arizona State. He dropped in on me as I was coming back into town." She jumped up off the couch. "Erik, this is Jeremy, history major of Arizona State. Jeremy, this is Dr. Erik Selvig, super duper astrophysicist that I'm doing my internship with." She smiled a wide, nervous grin as Loki waved mutely from the sofa. "Don't worry about him, Erik. He's in a fight club, but we can't talk about it, or we're breaking like, the first three rules or something, I don't know. Why don't we get those groceries?" With that, she yanked the confused older man out of the apartment, praying that she didn't come back to an empty one. At least if Loki was there, she didn't have to worry about him wandering about doing god knew what.
"So...your friend dropped in on your shirtless and beaten up?" Erik asked as she dragged him outside toward her car. She hadn't even locked her car. Not that there was any real reason for to lock stuff up around here. There were like, four hundred people in this town, tops, and all of them were decent human beings. Now she just had a mad god in her apartment, so they weren't exactly safe for long.
"Well, he wasn't shirtless. I made him strip down so that I could do the first aid thing," she explained as she opened her trunk and started grabbing bags to put in the van that Erik had shown up in. "Honestly, I think he got drunk and got in a bar fight. Totally not the first time that it happened," she said. She hoped that she was making some sort of sense.
"Does he usually drive across the state while drunk to drop in on your after a bar fight?" Erik asked. She gave him another one of those tense grins. "You have strange friends, Darcy."
"Seriously, you have no idea," she said with a sigh.
It actually didn't take her too long to get rid of Erik. He was only supposed to come by for the stack of groceries, after all. When she went back inside of the apartment, Loki was still sitting on her sofa, still shirtless, although now Baker had somehow escaped the confines of her bedroom and was now sitting on Loki's lap, asleep and looking as content as he could be.
"Your dog seems to like me," Loki said, reaching down and petting the animal behind his ear. Baker grunted in his sleep but otherwise didn't do anything.
"That's good. I'd rather him not sit around and bark at you all the time," she said, sitting back down on the sofa. Loki was covered in cuts and bruises, but the biggest one was a giant square shaped one on his chest. "Dude, seriously, did you get hit by a truck or something? What the hell caused that?" she asked, ghosting a finger over the giant purple bruise as she grabbed the kit so that she could at least clean up the cuts. She had the feeling that they looked a lot worse when he had landed. He'd likely be mostly fine by tomorrow, although he'd still at least hurt like hell.
"A rather lengthy battle with Thor," he explained to her, now finally not fighting her in any way as she started to clean him up. After getting the cuts on his arms and chest, she moved up to one on his face, just under his left eye.
"You guys have bizarre forms of family therapy," she remarked. "So, I convinced Erik that you're a friend of mine from college. I have no idea how much he really believed me, but I highly doubt that, no matter how much he questions it, he'll guess who you're really are anyway."
"Does this mean that I have to stay?" Loki asked her. He flinched slightly when she started cleaning the cut on his face. She could tell that he was trying not to show how much pain he was in, but she was guessing that, along with all the cuts and bruises, he likely had at least a few broken ribs as well.
"Well, I’d appreciate it, since I saved your ass and all that," she said to him, grabbing a bandage and putting it over the cut. "Come on, like it’s gonna hurt you to hang around for a few days and pretend to be my friend so that Erik doesn’t get freaked out and think that you’re someone else."
"I believe that would be more your problem than mine, if I decide to flee," Loki said quickly, even as he appeared to be in no hurry now to get off her sofa, much less escape. He didn't even seem inclined to move Baker now.
"Like it would kill you to get more rest, anyway. You look like ass," she told him quickly, grabbing the first aid kit and putting everything back into it.
"You fall into an abyss of space and then slam into the ground and see how good you look," Loki remarked, looking away from her and all but pouting.
Darcy had to laugh at that face. "All the more reason for you to hang around and rest!" she said, grinning at him. "You get the couch, though. Not sharing my totally awesome bed. I'm totally not that kind of girl, you know."
He looked at her, bewildered as she got up off the sofa. Before he could say anything, though, she went off and grabbed a pillow and blanket for him, bringing them out and setting them on the sofa for him. "If you promise not to disappear before morning, I cook a wicked breakfast."
As she turned and went to her bedroom, she wondered again why she was doing this. The easy answer was to say that it was better to keep him in her apartment than to have him roaming off by himself. However, but she knew that didn't hold weight because what she should have done was told Erik who she found and let him call SHIELD. They could likely deal with the angry god. Yet, when she looked at him, she just...couldn't do it. Despite being insanely dangerous, she felt somewhat bad for him, too. He definitely did the pathetic look well, whether intentionally or not.
She just hoped that someone put that on her tombstone if he went nutty and killed her: She felt bad because he looked pathetic.
Author: Lena
For: skadi/europa_kore
Fandom: Marvel
Warnings: Sexual Relations, Some Foul Language
Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: Marvel is god, I'm just a lowly worshiper, blah, blah, blah.
Summary: Darcy is driving in New Mexico when she nearly hits Loki, who has just fallen off the bifrost. Despite every self preserving instinct in her, she takes him to her home to patch him up.
Beta'd By: Just Me
Chapter Two:
Loki could see that the girl was trying to put on a brave face, but she looked like she was mere seconds away from screaming. He could understand her reaction, however. He hadn't exactly been after her directly, but he wouldn't have cared that day if she had died if she had gotten in the way. "So, you normally send giant metal people off the kill your brother on different planets or was that a special case?" she asked him.
He narrowed his eyes at her, not seeing the point of telling her anything. He would be away from her quickly enough, if he had his way. He didn't want to be anywhere near anyone that was associated with his not-brother. "I sent it to keep Thor and his friends from getting back to Asgard too quickly. It was merely a distraction," he corrected her. Despite sounding sure, Loki knew that it was a weak argument. He hadn't realized that his father had some sort of failsafe instilled in Thor's banishment that would revive him if he died on Midgard, or if he sacrificed himself, or whatever it was that brought him back to his full Aesir heritage. He had told the Destroyer to destroy everything in its path, after all. To claim otherwise now seemed silly. He had been willing to do anything to prevent Thor's return until he had shown Odin that he was the worthy son, and yet Thor arrived early and ruined everything. Something his brother was perfect at doing.
"Well, can't take you where I was going to take you first, obviously," the girl said with a roll of her eyes. He finally let her wiggle out of his grasp and turn back towards the wheel of her car. At his questioning glance, she seemed inclined to continue. “I was going to take you to the lab that Jane and Erik use, but with you being Thor’s brother I think that would be an absolutely horrible idea.”
“Do not mention that name in my presence,” he growled at her, but he could see the logic in her words. Even though her attention was turned back toward the road, he could see her eyes widen a bit when she growled at her, and that made him glad that he could still menace these ants. “Where are you taking me, then?”
He watched her as she chewed on her lip, as if deep in thought. “Guess we’re going to my place then.” He could see that she had mixed feelings about the idea, and so was he. He didn’t exactly relish the idea of being around his brother’s mortal friends for any length of time. He reached for the door handle, intent upon getting out and getting as far away from her as he possibly could.
He was surprised, however, when she grabbed his arm and jerked it away from the door. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked her in a surprised voice. He would think that she would be perfectly happy to be rid of him. He had tried to kill her, after all, at least passively.
“Stopping you from hurting yourself worse, more than likely,” she snapped back at him. He realized that he must be in dire straits, because he did not have the energy really to fight her, a mere mortal. He slumped back against the seat, content for now at least to stay in the car while it was still moving.
“Why do you care whether or not I stay in your vehicle?” he asked her. “I would think that you would prefer to be rid of me. I did try to kill you, after all.” Not on purpose, but that was a minor point just the same.
She shrugged at him. “Just seems kind of rude to leave you lying in the road. Wouldn’t want anyone to run over you and mess up their car.”
He rolled his eyes. “I assure you, child that I can get out of the way of cars on my own” he grumbled at her.
“Because you totally could have done that while you were unconscious,” she said, rolling her eyes. “And if you call me ‘child’ again, I’ll push you out of this car, run you over, and then pick you back up. I know you’re like, way old, if people from a thousand years ago were worshipping you, but I’m still an adult, and that’s really insulting.”
He forced himself to bite back a laugh at her threat. Not because he doubted that she would follow through. Of that, he had little doubt. He was more amused by the detail of it. “Then what should I call you?” he asked, smiling slightly.
He could feel the corners of her eyes turn toward him even as he kept his own forward, watching the desert as it moved by. “It’s Darcy Lewis,” she told him, her voice a little softer. For some reason, he had the distinct feeling that hers was a name that he’d be remembering for a while, even as he told himself he’d be fleeing as soon as he had a chance.
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When they arrive back at her apartment, Darcy's still questioning her sanity. She's almost positive that she's gone insane and hallucinated this entire encounter from after one too many late nights working with Jane, or she actually picked up the murderous god of mischief and she's REALLY gone insane. Darcy's actually not sure which one she would prefer, although it would probably be better for the world if she was just hallucinating after one too many late nights.
She parked her car in front of the tiny apartment complex. Puente Antiguo doesn't have a large population who need things like one bedroom apartments, so the apartment 'complex' only consisted of twelve apartments linked together. Darcy currently inhabited number six. As soon as she pulled herself out of the car, Loki tried to bolt again, opening the car door quickly so that he can run and get away, she supposed. However, whatever his speed normally was, it was slowed enough so that Darcy could keep up with him. She actually launched herself over the hood of the car 'Dukes of Hazard' style (something that's she's INCREDIBLY amazed at later) and grabs him by the arm. When he turns to look at her, likely going to push her off, her instincts kick in and she slugs him in the stomach.
Loki wheezes, dropping to the ground. "You have a strange way of helping someone," he said to her, hand clutching his stomach.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures," she told him, shrugging. "If you wouldn't keep trying to run off, I wouldn't be sinking to those measures, though. So really, stop it. Besides, god or not, you're apparently hurt enough that I can get the upper hand on you. That must be really embarrassing."
"You have no idea," he said to her, letting her help him up off the ground this time. Even though he's likely pissed at her for punching him like that (totally only to get him to stop being an ass and trying to run), he seems content to actually let her help this time. She grabs her keys from her pocket and shoves one in the door. Before she can get it unlocked, she can already hear barking inside.
Damn, she forgot to tell Loki about Baker. She actually gained a pet by accident, as, when Loki decided to pull his 'I hate my big brother act,' she helped take all of the animals out of a local pet shop, including Baker, a small black and white chubby dog. When everything went a little back to normal, the pet shop owner gave her Baker as a gift for helping out. As soon as they walk inside of her apartment, and before she can scoop up Baker, he's all over Loki's legs, and Loki is staring at Baker like the one he's the alien from another planet, not him.
"Dude, Baker, bad dog!" Baker has no knowledge of the word, though, so he's perfectly happy to keep jumping on Loki and barking in an effort to get attention. Finally, she bends down and scoops the dog up in her arms, looking toward Loki. "You, go sit on the sofa and then don't move, OK? If I have to chase you down again, it's not going to be pretty." She carries Baker off to her bedroom, grabbing the first aid kit she has put up, collecting dust, before shutting the door and heading back toward the sofa. Thankfully, Loki's done as asked, and hasn't moved from the couch after sitting.
"OK, gonna have to get this armor off of you if I'm going to look at you," Darcy told him. From the way that he's been holding himself, she can tell that he's likely taken some sort of hit to the chest. However, he looks at her as if she's insane when she suggests it. "Dude, don't be such an ass. I'm only trying to help."
"Why?" he asked her, still staring at her like she was an absolute loon, and she's starting to agree with him, honestly. She really should just grab her dog and run away screaming from her apartment and just let him have it. Obviously, she has no self preservation, because she doesn't do that. Instead, she starts pulling on the ruined armor, pointedly ignoring the question until he repeats it, grabbing her hands and making her stop moving.
Before she can answer, though, someone knocks on her door and, from her bedroom, Baker went insane again. He didn't appreciate being locked away in the first place and someone knocking now is only making it worse. Despite the barking, she can hear Erik's voice on the outside, and she remembers that she told him to meet her here around this time to pick up the groceries that she went out of town to pick up and all of reality comes crashing down on her in just enough time for her to remember that she didn't lock the door and the knob's turning.
"Pretend that you're a friend of mine," she hissed to him. She could see the protest on his lips and she managed to wrench her hand free to cover his mouth. "Would you rather tell him the truth? He's just gonna call SHIELD the iPod stealers," she snapped at him. She managed to get a curt nod out of him just as Erik opened the door, walking in on Darcy's sitting on a sofa with a now shirtless Loki. She's just glad she got him out of the most obvious armor.
Erik takes a good look at her sitting on a sofa with a half-naked man and immediately blushes. "I didn't realize you had company," he said quickly, turning away.
Darcy rolled her eyes. "SO not what you think," she said quickly. "It's just a buddy of mine from Arizona State. He dropped in on me as I was coming back into town." She jumped up off the couch. "Erik, this is Jeremy, history major of Arizona State. Jeremy, this is Dr. Erik Selvig, super duper astrophysicist that I'm doing my internship with." She smiled a wide, nervous grin as Loki waved mutely from the sofa. "Don't worry about him, Erik. He's in a fight club, but we can't talk about it, or we're breaking like, the first three rules or something, I don't know. Why don't we get those groceries?" With that, she yanked the confused older man out of the apartment, praying that she didn't come back to an empty one. At least if Loki was there, she didn't have to worry about him wandering about doing god knew what.
"So...your friend dropped in on your shirtless and beaten up?" Erik asked as she dragged him outside toward her car. She hadn't even locked her car. Not that there was any real reason for to lock stuff up around here. There were like, four hundred people in this town, tops, and all of them were decent human beings. Now she just had a mad god in her apartment, so they weren't exactly safe for long.
"Well, he wasn't shirtless. I made him strip down so that I could do the first aid thing," she explained as she opened her trunk and started grabbing bags to put in the van that Erik had shown up in. "Honestly, I think he got drunk and got in a bar fight. Totally not the first time that it happened," she said. She hoped that she was making some sort of sense.
"Does he usually drive across the state while drunk to drop in on your after a bar fight?" Erik asked. She gave him another one of those tense grins. "You have strange friends, Darcy."
"Seriously, you have no idea," she said with a sigh.
It actually didn't take her too long to get rid of Erik. He was only supposed to come by for the stack of groceries, after all. When she went back inside of the apartment, Loki was still sitting on her sofa, still shirtless, although now Baker had somehow escaped the confines of her bedroom and was now sitting on Loki's lap, asleep and looking as content as he could be.
"Your dog seems to like me," Loki said, reaching down and petting the animal behind his ear. Baker grunted in his sleep but otherwise didn't do anything.
"That's good. I'd rather him not sit around and bark at you all the time," she said, sitting back down on the sofa. Loki was covered in cuts and bruises, but the biggest one was a giant square shaped one on his chest. "Dude, seriously, did you get hit by a truck or something? What the hell caused that?" she asked, ghosting a finger over the giant purple bruise as she grabbed the kit so that she could at least clean up the cuts. She had the feeling that they looked a lot worse when he had landed. He'd likely be mostly fine by tomorrow, although he'd still at least hurt like hell.
"A rather lengthy battle with Thor," he explained to her, now finally not fighting her in any way as she started to clean him up. After getting the cuts on his arms and chest, she moved up to one on his face, just under his left eye.
"You guys have bizarre forms of family therapy," she remarked. "So, I convinced Erik that you're a friend of mine from college. I have no idea how much he really believed me, but I highly doubt that, no matter how much he questions it, he'll guess who you're really are anyway."
"Does this mean that I have to stay?" Loki asked her. He flinched slightly when she started cleaning the cut on his face. She could tell that he was trying not to show how much pain he was in, but she was guessing that, along with all the cuts and bruises, he likely had at least a few broken ribs as well.
"Well, I’d appreciate it, since I saved your ass and all that," she said to him, grabbing a bandage and putting it over the cut. "Come on, like it’s gonna hurt you to hang around for a few days and pretend to be my friend so that Erik doesn’t get freaked out and think that you’re someone else."
"I believe that would be more your problem than mine, if I decide to flee," Loki said quickly, even as he appeared to be in no hurry now to get off her sofa, much less escape. He didn't even seem inclined to move Baker now.
"Like it would kill you to get more rest, anyway. You look like ass," she told him quickly, grabbing the first aid kit and putting everything back into it.
"You fall into an abyss of space and then slam into the ground and see how good you look," Loki remarked, looking away from her and all but pouting.
Darcy had to laugh at that face. "All the more reason for you to hang around and rest!" she said, grinning at him. "You get the couch, though. Not sharing my totally awesome bed. I'm totally not that kind of girl, you know."
He looked at her, bewildered as she got up off the sofa. Before he could say anything, though, she went off and grabbed a pillow and blanket for him, bringing them out and setting them on the sofa for him. "If you promise not to disappear before morning, I cook a wicked breakfast."
As she turned and went to her bedroom, she wondered again why she was doing this. The easy answer was to say that it was better to keep him in her apartment than to have him roaming off by himself. However, but she knew that didn't hold weight because what she should have done was told Erik who she found and let him call SHIELD. They could likely deal with the angry god. Yet, when she looked at him, she just...couldn't do it. Despite being insanely dangerous, she felt somewhat bad for him, too. He definitely did the pathetic look well, whether intentionally or not.
She just hoped that someone put that on her tombstone if he went nutty and killed her: She felt bad because he looked pathetic.