"ɴɪᴄᴋ ғᴜʀʏ" (shapeshifted) wrote in avengers_logs, @ 2020-01-02 08:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | -complete, darcy lewis, talos |
Who: Talos & Darcy
What: Darcy shares some news, since her night went all FUBAR
When: Close to midnight, during the NYE party
Where: A secluded side gallery at the museum
Status: Complete
After her unexpected and, yes, life altering, conversation with Tony in the coat check, Darcy felt slightly dazed. Part of her wanted nothing more than to down several glasses of strong booze and then go home and crawl in bed so she could avoid thinking about what this meant. However, this was her party and it wouldn’t do for her to leave before the big countdown to midnight. Lucky for her, that would be happening soon. She caught sight of her date and made her way across the room to him. “Hey, uh, I think I’m going to have to take a raincheck on our plans for tonight,” she said. Her entire world had just been turned upside down and as much as she’d like to go home with him and maybe try out those alien sex toys, Darcy knew that she wouldn’t be able to really enjoy it. Honestly, this tux was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Talos wasn’t really used to dressing up anyway, at least not by Terran standards, and while he’d been known to rock a really cozy turtleneck sweater or two, the whole jacket and tie thing - well, it was for the birds. However the night ended, he’d be pleased to get out of it. Adjusting the bowtie for the hundredth time (and resisting the urge to rip it off entirely) he turned to find Darcy coming toward him and he smiled, that Steve Rogers Crest Whitestrips grin, all apple pie and fireworks. Though the smile faded a second later, when he heard what she was saying. “‘S’alright, love,” he assured. “You want to go someplace and talk? You look - did something happen? I can lose the face,” he added, since she probably didn’t want to talk to Rogers specifically. She really wanted to talk to Jane, but she wasn’t going to interrupt her best friend’s celebration with her family drama and she figured that she owed Talos an explanation about why she was changing their plans at the last minute. “Yeah, uh… come with me,” she said, tucking her arm in his and leading him out of the main party area to one of the side galleries that wasn’t really part of their rental agreement. It was close enough to midnight that she figured no one would really pay attention. There was no seating in this exhibit, so she simply sat down on the floor, not caring if she got her dress dirty or looked unladylike. “I just found out something kind of crazy,” she said. “And I really don’t know how to feel about it.” Mostly it was a good thing. She and Tony had a good relationship already and it would be nice to have an actual parental figure present in her life. It was just a lot to take in. Talos went with her, and he sat too - no qualms about it, whatever Sky Daddy knew he had planted his ass in worse places. As promised, his face changed - tipping his head to the side, there was a slight pop of bones, and he tilted his head to the opposite shoulder as if stretching. More snap, crackle, pop - and there was his face, in all of its green glory. He was still a little self-conscious, because his people had been told they were ugly plenty of times by Earthlings, but he figured Darcy had other things on her mind. “What did you find out?” he asked, taking one of her hands in his - for support, of course. The popping noise was a little weird, as was seeing his face basically melt into another, but Darcy was definitely distracted and also felt better not talking to Steve’s face. “Well, it turns out the guy I thought was my dad growing up isn’t actually my biological father,” she said. And honestly, he hadn’t been much of a dad either though that was beside the point. “Turns out, my hippie mom was a little more into free love than I realized and apparently Tony Stark had a thing for hippies about twenty seven years ago.” Or maybe twenty eight. Well, technically, she was probably in her thirties now, though she had skipped over a few years. Whatever. He would understand what she was getting at. “Uhh, hmm - “ Could you blame Talos for being kind of like what the fuck about the whole thing? No one could blame Darcy either. She was (very likely) completely and utterly gobsmacked. “And he just found this out? And told you?” Interesting. At least Stark did tell her, and chose to not keep it a secret. Those could be dangerous. They festered, really dug in like a tick. His hands were a pleasant grassland shade too, now that he’d given up the disguise, and he stroked her palm gently. “Probably just need some time to get used to the idea, yeah? Stark’s a good man but no one says you gotta go on daddy-daughter dates tomorrow or anything.” Darcy actually didn’t know exactly when Tony had found out. They hadn’t gotten that detailed during their conversation. Maybe she would drop by his office on Thursday and talk to him more. She figured that Bruce had something to do with the discovery though and that was why he’d asked her for another blood sample a couple weeks back. “I had some blood work done a couple weeks ago,” she said. “I wasn’t feeling well and Bruce wanted to run some tests. He asked me for another sample so I’m guessing it was to confirm the DNA match.” Clearly she’d inherited at least a little of her father’s smarts. She squeezed his hand, appreciating his support. “He was going to wait to tell me until after the party, but I asked him to dance and he sort of spilled.” That made sense, Talos supposed. The way it all came about and Tony’s reaction - it was something he couldn’t keep inside, practically bursting with the information. “Well, love, I gotta tell you - “ In his own skin, his eyes were violet - that brilliant collision of red and blue, electric in their intensity - and they crinkled at the corners when he grinned a bit. “Having a daughter is one of the best things ever. And now he’s got two, so I’d say he’s pretty lucky. It’ll work out,” he added, giving Darcy’s hand a squeeze in return. “Best part is you’ve got people to help support you as it falls into place. Me included.” He liked Darcy. Wasn’t planning to just hit it and quit it - especially now, when she’d need people during this weird time in her life. “I appreciate that,” Darcy said. A moment later, she said, “Wait. You have a kid?” That hadn’t come up before. In fact, she realized that there was a lot about Talos she didn’t know and she should rectify that because he was interesting. And fun. She wouldn’t have guessed he was a father. There were probably a lot of jokes that could be made right now about her having daddy issues. “Yeah, I do,” Talos chuckled. “She’s a teenager. But - obviously not here. It’s okay though,” he added. “I know she’s doing fine. I sort of - well, thanks to the Kree and their relentless hunting of my people, I didn’t get to be around her very much while she was growing up. So, Stark better take advantage of this now, is all I’m saying.” He hadn’t even been there when she was born - no, he’d been searching for something, someone, that could secure the remaining Skrulls a home. It was worth it, he thought - and sometimes he had a lot of regrets. But there was no sense in getting caught up in it; things had turned out, what’s done was done. In this universe, he had to build a life for himself and so far, he wasn’t doing too badly. Darcy frowned a little, feeling bad that he hadn’t been able to spend as much time with his daughter as he wanted. “I’m sorry, that must have been hard,” she said. For all of them. He’d told her a little about the war his people fought with the Kree and she was glad that they’d gotten help from Carol when they did. “Are you married?” she asked. That was probably an important question to ask too. “Back home I was,” Talos replied. “We spent a lot of time apart, unfortunately. Skrulls can be anyone, we can change sex - so we’re also kind of a non-discriminating sort of people. A lot of the unions are - what do you call them here? Open marriages?” Things just worked like that in space, in those vast spinning galaxies. Many alien species were pansexual, their customs and traditions didn’t necessarily match up with those found on Earth - which tended to be restricting, if you asked Talos. “Does it bother you?” he asked next. Probably a good time to talk about this, yeah. “Because you’re not wrecking anything, if you’re worried about that.” She shook her head. “Nah, I was just curious,” she said. “I’m not really a commitment kind of gal, so as long as I don’t have to worry about getting my ass kicked by anyone, it’s all good with me.” Darcy would probably do well out there in space with her free spirit attitude. Apparently she’d gotten that from her mom. “And, hey, if you ever want to hook up as a woman, I’d be down for that too you know.” She wasn’t picky at all about the sex or gender of her partners. Talos chuckled again, one of those spray of gravel sounds. “I think we can make that happen,” he promised. Darcy was indeed a free spirit, he liked that about her - liked a lot of things about her, really. The fact that she was looking him in the face right now and still wanted to ‘hook up,’ as it were, happened to be a big mark in her favor. And no one would be kicking her ass, but after a night with him she might have trouble walking the next day. Wink. “Well - I’m not sure what time it is, but if you’re still up for it, you at least deserve a New Year’s kiss?” he added. “It’s been a long night for you.” “Oh, yeah, I wonder if we missed the countdown,” she said, feeling a little guilty if they had. She smiled though. “I definitely deserve a kiss though.” She leaned in close, glad that no one had disturbed them since they left the main party area. “And I meant it when I said I wanted that raincheck.” She was definitely curious about the alien sex toys. “Well, you can certainly have the raincheck,” Talos assured, as if there was ever any doubt. “Just let me know when you want to cash it in.” In the meantime, Darcy could also have her New Year’s smooch - which he obliged, closing the distance between them. He kissed her - softly, not forceful, focusing on every bit of her lips, the fullness and the pressure; his probably tasted like the champagne he’d consumed, because a bit of the bubbly was always required in situations like this. She’d be okay too, he was sure of it. Sure, her life had just been turned upside-down but it’d get flipped rightside-up again. Things, they had a way of doing that. He’d been around long enough to know, after all. |