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"ɴɪᴄᴋ ғᴜʀʏ" (shapeshifted) wrote in avengers_logs,
@ 2019-09-16 14:33:00

Entry tags:

-complete, darcy lewis, talos

Who: Talos & Darcy
What: DRANKS (and showing off talents)
When: Recently?
Where: A cozy bar in NYC
Rating: Green
Status: Complete

There were so many interesting people around here and Darcy loved hanging out with them. It was never dull and she had a feeling that Talos would be a lot of fun from their brief network conversation. She was hoping he’d have some great Fury stories to share.

Darcy, being Darcy, was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a low-cut blouse when she arrived at the bar to meet him. She had no idea what his situation was and was planning to flirt until given a reason not to. Once she was seated, she realized that she wasn’t entirely sure what he looked like since his pictures were kind of confusing on the network. Oh well, she figured that he’d be able to find her, so she ordered a drink and settled in to wait.

***

Indeed, Talos would find her. He also had quite a surprise in store for Darcy - just a little flex of the shapeshifting powers, something used for good and not evil. Technically, he could have gone as a male or a female (he’d been both, and his people tended to not care about that sort of thing - it was also why they tended to be pansexual as well), but for this excursion he chose a certain celebrity.

Tall, very tall. Broad-shouldered. Golden skin tone, wavy hair pulled back into a ponytail, beard immaculately groomed, eyes that were all cinnamon cream and a ring of gold. Oh, and ink covered much of that skin, which he did bare in a t-shirt. He wore jeans and even the right jewelry, silver rings on each hand and a corded bracelet.

Jason Momoa showed up at the table, at this fine establishment. It seemed like a fun place, the kind where you could not simply walk into but had to be buzzed into, that featured cheap-ass drinks like PBR with whiskey, nerdy decor, and some old movie from the 90s playing on the big screen when there wasn't karaoke. Perfect.

“Hey there, pretty girl,” he greeted with a wink, pulling out a chair and sitting down as if everything was totally normal.

***

Darcy nearly choked on her drink when she saw Jason Freaking Momoa walking towards her table. When he greeted her, she thought she might swoon. It wasn’t until he sat down across from her that she realized there was something weird going on. Maybe if she was fully sober, she would have put the pieces together a little quicker.

“Oh holy shit,” she finally blurted out. “That’s a neat trick.”

***

He was also speaking with his usual voice - and Jason Momoa was without an accent that sounded like he came from a land down under, or someplace far, far away. Talos also didn’t have access to the guy’s memories or anything, since he was simply borrowing the face, so yeah - Darcy was right, it was a neat trick.

And not like she was silly enough to believe it was really him, to climb him like a tree - he’d shapeshifted into whatever the other person liked to look at most before, but that other person always knew it was just a bit of fun. Otherwise he felt creepy.

“Isn’t it though?” he grinned, showing off those professionally whitened chompers. The Game of Thrones fucker really was a catch, wasn’t he. “Maybe I’ll be the Kristen girl for you later.” Why not, right?

Ordering a beer (he really did love beer), he settled back in his seat and snorted a laugh at the double-triple take the bartender did. “My real face isn’t as pretty, sadly.”

***

Having something pretty to look at was nice, though Darcy was curious about what his real face looked like. “Eh, I don’t care,” she said with a shrug. “You should be you.” Especially since hanging out in public with that face was likely to attract them a fair amount of attention and she wasn’t sure that would be such a good thing.

“So, you can look like anyone?” she asked. “Wait, could you look like me?” That would be kind of interesting. Idly, she wondered if she could convince him to show up at Peter’s door sometime like that. They could seriously blow his mind.

***

“Sure I can,” Talos shrugged. He stretched his neck to the side a bit, crack, joints popping - but his jaw cracked too, his whole face began to shift and change. Handsome features morphed into something a bit more feminine, silky dark hair and those big blue eyes and sooty lashes, all Maybelline volumized.

He even copied Darcy’s clothing exactly, right down to the low-cut top. And if he had tits like these, he’d dress in a similar fashion as well so who could blame her.

“See?” he said in her voice, same cadences and everything. However, so as not to freak her out too much, he shifted back to ‘his’ face - or, actually, since he didn’t have a face that could pass as human, he used Keller’s mug. But Keller was deemed a silver fox on this planet, and no one would ask any questions, so he blended in just fine. “This’ll have to do. Being me in public - Terrans don’t care for it.” They’d probably get tossed out of here. “But enough about me, what about you? Got any interesting talents?” he asked curiously.

***

“Nothing quite so interesting as that,” Darcy remarked, watching with fascination as he shifted seamlessly from one appearance to another. She was definitely curious to see what he really looked like, but she gathered that it wasn’t exactly a human appearance and could understand why he’d prefer not to deal with that. She imagined that it was difficult for Drax to go out and about without attracting much attention.

She smirked, her red lips pouty. “I can tie a cherry stem into a knot with my tongue.” Would he be interested in skills like that? She had no idea.

***

What the shit, of course he was interested in that - why wouldn’t he be? “Oh yeah?” Talos chuckled throatily - it was a smoke-ravaged laugh, like he smoked a pack a day. He didn’t, of course, just sounded as if he did. “I’d say that’s pretty useful.”

The poor bartender was confused as fuck - no one had actually seen the Skrull shift, it was just that one second he’d been a guy vaguely reminiscent of a celebrity?? And the next he was a distinguished gentleman, suit and tie, business attire, smart-looking glasses. The same gentleman who asked for a Cherry Bomb cocktail - when he received it, he pushed it toward Darcy; the drink came with a garnish, so now was her time to shine.

“Let’s see.”

***

Darcy gave the bartender a coquette-ish grin, fluttering her eyelashes to distract him from thinking too much about her companion’s appearance. If her arms happened to squeeze in, deepening her already impressive cleavage, well, it was not intentional. Really.

After the bartender left, she grinned at Talos and delicately plucked the cherry out of his drink. “Just so you know, I’m not usually the kind of girl who takes someone’s cherry on the first date,” she teased before sucking the fruit off of the stem. She quickly chewed and swallowed it and popped the stem in her mouth.

Within thirty seconds, she was triumphantly pulling the knotted stem out of her mouth and holding it out to her companion.

***

“I assure you, love, I haven’t had my cherry in eons - oh ho there,” Talos took the stem, examining it closely. Yep, it looked like a knot to him. As such, he had to give Darcy a bit of a hand - just a little round of applause. “Well done.”

Honestly, he’d never seen an Earthling do something like that so it was impressive. Obviously, it was easier for his kind (they could elongate their tongues, change the size of their dicks, tighten the warm wet holes) but an Earthling? Never. “I’ve a few tricks I can do with my tongue too, but I’ll just let you use your imagination,” he drawled, with a wink given before he took a swig of his beer. Should have been liquor before beer and you’re in the clear, but that was alright, he wouldn’t be getting sloppy.

“I hope you use your powers for good and not evil.” Just like him, borrowing various celebrity faces - what, was it gonna get him put on a wanted list? Ppppffftttt.

***

Good and evil were such… nebulous concepts really. Who could define them?

Darcy grinned. “Well, now, I showed you mine so it’s only fair if you show me yours,” she said. Never mind that he’d demonstrated his shape shifting abilities. That didn’t count. And even if it did, it wasn’t going to stop Darcy from flirting. “Though I suppose they aren’t suitable for public.”

Even though she hadn’t come out tonight with the intention of hooking up, she certainly wouldn’t turn down an offer if one was made. Either way, she’d have fun.

“I’d love to hear more about your home,” she said.

***

“You mean I’m not too old for you?” Well. Well, well, well. Color him surprised. Talos could be anyone he wanted, sure, but he tended to settle on someone who clearly didn’t look like Jason Momoa - nor was his chosen meatsuit in the same age range. As for his actual age, who the fuck knew. Skrull lifespans were much different compared to their friends here on Terra.

As for his home, that was also a thing. He could barely remember Skrullos, which saddened him - he didn’t want to forget. But it felt like they’d all been clamoring for a home longer than they’d actually had one. “We were a mercantile civilization. We valued free trade and sharing knowledge,” he said. “It was something of a desert planet - cool nights and dusty days, that sort of thing.”

He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Now, my people live on a large flagship in space. The coordinates are unknown to the Kree, and we plan to keep it that way.”

***
“Age is just a number,” she said with a shrug. Besides, older lovers were usually more experienced. Darcy wasn’t particularly choosy about the gender, age, or race of the people she hooked up with, as long as they were fun and kind. Attractive also helped.

Hopefully she didn’t bring the mood down by asking about his home. “I’m glad they’re safe,” Darcy said. It had to be difficult for him, being here without them, though it sounded like he might have been separated from them in the other universe too. “I wish more people valued education.”

It was important to her, which was how she’d ended up meeting Jane and getting mixed up in this whole thing in the first place.

***

If she wanted experience, this guy had it in spades. But hookup culture wasn’t really something Talos understood - not that he had anything against it, mind you, people could do whatever the fuck (or whoever the fuck) they wanted as long as it wasn’t hurting anyone else. But it was simply...foreign. To him.

“You ever go on a couple dates first, before you roll around in the sheets?” he asked curiously, with a glint of amusement in blue eyes normally touched by storm clouds. His real eye color was violet, not something so full of oceans, nor did he need the glasses he wore as Keller - but it just went with the look, so to speak.

***

Darcy smiled. "Sure, sometimes," she said. "But it's not a requirement. I'm not looking for love or anything. I just like to have fun."

Love, or what she stupidly thought was love, derailed her life years ago and while she didn't regret where it led her, she was determined not to make the same mistakes again.

"So what are you doing while you're stuck here?"

***

"Why, what's wrong with love?"

A legitimate question, but no judgment. Talos was simply curious. It seemed to be the universal concept that united all races, all creeds, all galaxies - or at the very least, was something understood (yet not at all understood - funny, eh?) by all walks of life. It was also the one thing many wanted and desired for themselves, despite how fuckin' annoying it could be. But those squishy feelings - you just couldn't help them, could you?

He swallowed the last refreshing mouthful of beer, considering the question volleyed back to him. "Help out friends, mainly," he grinned, a flash of pearly human teeth. "I've also got a job at SHIELD, so I might be seeing you around."

Fury would find something for him to do - become a field commander, anything where he could showcase his skills. He was a military general, after all, he’d be best put to use.

***

"Got burned by it before," she said. "Not looking to repeat the experience." Her youthful follies were not something Darcy wanted to discuss, so she focused on his mention of SHIELD, wondering how he knew she worked there.

It could be fun to have him around though. "Well, I am Fury's assistant so feel free to stop by and visit any time."

***

Sorry, Darcy, he wasn’t going to just breeze by that. “You know that not every experience will be a burn, don’t you? Smart girl like you? But you gotta experience it in the first place, to know for sure. Someone could potentially hurt you but there’s also a good chance they could make you happy. Anyway - “ Well, he wouldn’t linger on it, since he wasn’t a licensed therapist or whatever and he ultimately didn’t tell people how to live their lives. Generally, he stayed out of shit like that.

Unless it was Carol. Talos had a duty to protect her even if she laughed at the very notion, so he was nosy as fuck and didn’t make apologies for it.

“Yeah, Fury may have mentioned you were his assistant.” Boyfriends, remember? Smirk. “I’ll certainly be stopping by to see you.” He had to keep the workday interesting somehow.

***

Sure, Darcy knew all that logically. Emotions weren’t logical though and, for the moment, she was content to keep living her life the way she was. “Maybe someday,” she said with a shrug. If it happened, she wouldn’t dismiss it, but she certainly wasn’t out there looking for it.

“You better,” she said. “Fury is boring. I need some excitement in my day.”

The kind of excitement that didn’t involve her friends putting their lives in danger. She was great under pressure and glad she could provide support when they were off doing the superhero thing though she certainly wouldn’t say she enjoyed it. In a perfect world, they wouldn’t need superheroes.

Besides, she was enjoying Talos’s company. “I want to see your real face sometime though.”

***

Fury was boring, oh ho. That was hilarious. Talos knew his chocolate brother from another mother wasn’t as bland as he seemed (he’d been in his shoes, literally) but it was important to keep up appearances. Still, he was vastly amused by the description.

“Tell you what, you come on over for dinner one night and I’ll wear my real face,” he offered, since looking green and pointy-eared in public would surely get the police called on them. You could use the ‘it’s a costume’ excuse so many times, and for so many things before it wasn’t believable anymore. “I live in the same building as our esteemed SHIELD Director.”

He’d lived in the actual apartment when Fury was food touring, but when he came back it was best to have his own space. And borrow a cup of sugar whenever necessary.

***

Darcy realized that she had no clue where Fury lived. Most everyone lived in either 30 Warren or the tower, but she knew that her boss wasn’t in either of those places. “Deal,” she said, figuring it would be a good way to gather some intel on the elusive leader. “If you’re going to cook, I’ll even bring dessert.” By which she meant actual dessert and not just herself. Though that would be an option too.

“You’ll just have to give me the address,” she added, making sure her tone was off hand and casual so that he hopefully wouldn’t rethink the offer if he thought Fury was trying to be secretive.

***

No one knew where Fury lived - well, Carol and a few of the Agents did. Bobbi even ‘broke into’ his apartment on some occasions, trying to get the jump on him. It was some kind of fucked up game. Darcy had been working at SHIELD long enough as Fury’s assistant to be granted this slight bit of info - though Talos wouldn’t reveal the apartment number out of many in the building. He kept his friend’s secrets and respected his privacy.

“Maybe I’ll just find you and blindfold you to bring you there,” he winked. “But dessert, yeah. Sounds good, love.”

Now to just figure out what the hell he could cook without setting the kitchen on fire. No doubt he’d ask Fury for his recipe input, the domestic goddess that guy was. Either way, he was looking forward to it.

***

“Kinky,” Darcy said with a grin, clearly not objecting to that at all.

For now, she was going to focus on finishing her drink and ordering another. And maybe seeing if her new friend would dance.