Who: Bruce and Darcy Where: Bruce's Aparment What: Darcy is...coming to her senses? (Maybe) When: Late night Warnings: Probable language Open: maybe to Jacob later? Status: Ongoing
Darcy...did not look her best. Her hair was tied up messily, her t-shirt was a little rumpled, she hadn't bothered with anything other than yoga pants and there were dark circles under her eyes and maybe she should have been in bed but she was pushing her way through Stark Tower instead. She got to the elevator and then cursed under her breath, she didn't even remember what floor he lived on. "So uh...hey, JARVIS dude?" she spoke out loud, looking toward the ceiling, "I really need to get to Bruce's apartment. Please? Like, pretty please?" she sighed, brushing a hand over her hair. She let out a little relived sigh and thanks when the AI responded politely and the elevator started moving.
Once she got to the floor she remembered her way and made it to his door easily, hesitating just a moment before knocking, hard the first time then lighter when she remembered that the kid was already asleep, biting her lip harshly at the mistake.