#advancedalgebra

[mistrdctr]

"---Oh, I don't doubt that you're... super-duber-capable of doing stuff. I mean, you're here - and you seem to have survived until now, so... yeah, I do believe you."

She might have her own ways in... doing stuff, whatever that includes, but she's definitely existent and she's got her position within her job, her life, all of that. No denying that Darcy knows how to handle whatever's thrown her way and she seems to have found her own unique take at doing that, really.

Blinking, Stephen takes another sip of his coffee, allowing the taste to spread, feeling himself dreading that moment they're both waiting for, coming closer and closer the more seconds pass, accompanied by hot beverages and the wish for peace and quiet. And a shower. And, uh, a good book perhaps. Sleep, definitely.

---And it certainly doesn't make it any better that he's the one stalling here, and that his guest(?) is probably very much eager to get going. Glancing at him, to which he glances Back. Clearing his throat. Taking another sip.

Fuck this.

A swift motion follows, very much of sudden nature, causing the chair Strange had been sitting on to creak as it's pushed back with his thighs as he stands, the Cloak around his shoulders fluttering while it clings onto his collarbones. He downs his drink in one go (oof, hot!) and then puts the cup down.

"Alright, you know what, your coffee's a to-go one anyways, so - let's do that, go and deal with that... uh, what was the thing called? ---The ring-thing. Advancedalgebra, whatever. Help Asgardians to stop dying out on us, because that surely messes with the Universe and that's my division, and I'm really not eager to give myself any more work than I already have."

Looking down at Darcy, the sorcerer nods over to a small alleyway; he'll conjure a portal there, no need to walk back to his home. Much more convenient to shorten the distance, after all.

"Mmm, yeah, I guess that does sound more like high-class house sitting, or whatever. Like, you're just taking care of it until the real homeowner comes home, whoever that is."

Knowing what kind of superhero bullshit circles Strange ran in when he wasn't forced to be a team player with the rest of the Avengers, it was weird woowoo stuff that gave her the ick, and was therefore above her paygrade.

Which, for this particular task (and many like it), was zero. None. Null paygrade.

Granted, so was that whole thing with Wanda and Westview, but that was professionally on her resume, now. Excluding hitting Hayward's car with a funnel cake truck -- that, thankfully, did not appear on any of her records.

I have to stop getting involved in car accidents.

It had worked out fine with Thor, in the end, hadn't it?

"You know, and this might surprise you, but I am actually super-duper capable of doing stuff."

"You don't have to act so surprised Thor sent me to cover for the fact you're bummed you don't get to see Big Blonde Muscle Mass, like, trust me I get it. But I've been running that group's errands for over a decade now, and it's worked out.... most of the time."

She doesn't want to stop and think about how it reminds her of parents never evolving their view on their children as they age -- how Thor and the Asgardians still see Darcy as a young twenty something intern in the wrong field, rather than the thirty-five year old doctorate of astrophysics and veteran shit-dealer that she was.

"Sure, sure. More coffee, Doc. You won't hear me complain about it."

[binomialpascal]

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[binomialpascal]

A cool representation of some infinite geometric series.