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[Darcy didn't like the sound of that. She found when Bruce hulked out to be pretty intimidating.] Remind me not to piss you off...

[Bruce snorts.]

Do we have to do this now.

[Blonsky gives her an unimpressed look.] That should go without saying.

I already know mine is bigger. That's not what I'm talking about.

[He might, just might, have smirked faintly but then he's right back to business.]

Ooook... Aren't you just a ray of sunshine.

[Shut up Darcy... keep the sass tucked away... don't poke something with a stick that can kill you with a sneeze.]

You're the one who brought up pissing me off. [He slides in his seat so he's comfortable, which means sitting crookedly.]

I wasn't even talking about me.

Hmmm... Well I have yet to meet anyone more dangerous than Hulk... so... care to share your wisdom? [She smiles, trying to lighten the conversation.]

I assume you've met Banner. [He doesn't smile in return, just keeping that aloof look on his face.]

That I have - though I have not met his other half... Something I think I would like to avoid.

Between the two of them, at least the Hulk is predictable.

Very true... I'm Darcy by the way - although I feel like you already knew that - if not, points to me.

[He shrugs. He doesn't really know her, he's kept pretty isolated for the most part. In his case something he considers a perk.]

I think my opinion of Banner isn't what brought you here.

True. [She reaches into her purse, pulling out an envelope.] I was sent to deliver this.

[She hands him the sealed envelope, still not sure why she was sent to deliver it. The only rational reason she could think of her being sent was due to her Political Science background, but that was a stretch. Her being sent was a question she'd bring up to Fury when she got back to SHIELD headquarters.]

[He gives that envelope and sidelong glance before accepting it, practically snatching it out of her hand. He flips it over, pausing as if he might not even bother opening it before he finally sighs and tears the envelope neatly open. He reads the letter silently, the heavy letterhead including the SHIELD logo practically visible through the paper.]

Who sent you. [He glances up warily from the paper. Curious to see if Fury, who signed the letter, is the one who sent her.]

I was sent by SHIELD.

I - [She stops herself, unsure of what she's supposed to tell him. Fury didn't brief her on this part of it.]

[He sighs, of course SHIELD sent her. He could figure that much out on his own. She seems more uncertain than cagey though and passes the letter over to her with a nod. He isn't even certain what to make of this, but it's a strange turn of events. The letter reads as very reluctant, but also demanding Blonsky's full cooperation. His reward? More leeway, more freedoms. Maybe even his old job back.]

Courtesy your boss. Looks like I'm your new assignment.

[She takes the letter, reading it over, and then again. She'd been going through some training, but she was a scientist wrangler - she wasn't a field agent.

Although, this was Fury they were talking about - and he just loved dropping random crap in her lap. Maybe he thought she'd done a great job with Thor... right.

Shit balls.]

Ok. So... I guess you can grab whatever you need and we will head back to HQ.

[Blonsky thought it might have been poorly placed humor, but it had all the marks of an official mandate. Either she had really pissed someone off, or he was being set up for something. It didn't bode well but he doesn't see much choice other than to refuse, or go along with it. He had nothing to lose if it turned out to be a genuine offer.]

I have a bag in my cell. I can be ready in five.

Ok - five minutes, I'll be right here.

[Oh god... She was trying so hard to channel Natasha, not with much success. She wasn't a super spy - she sucked at concealing her emotions and being basically heartless about certain things.

This should be interesting if she survived it.]

[He gets up, disappearing and he returns in five minutes, on the dot. Over one shoulder he has a small backpack that's not quite full. Inside are just the basics, toiletries, some spare clothes, and a shoe-shining kit for his boots which are still impeccable, even when he's under lock and key.]

Right. Let's get this over with.

[She walks with him out to the heli-pad, making sure she doesn't get ahead of him. Last thing she needs is getting killed or overpowered on her way to the heli-carrier.

She stops off to the side, indicating for him to enter the carrier before her, seemed like the smart thing to do...

Here goes nothing - fingers crossed for a smooth ride.]

[For however green she may seem, at least she has a head on her shoulders. That much he can respect and he doesn't try anything. No point in sabotaging this until he figures out if he's being yanked around.

He takes the lead when she gives it to him, and once inside he finds a seat, unceremoniously claiming it for himself and seeming at ease in the carrier. Flight is just another part of his life, and he's not jumpy like Banner. A little turbulence won't make him nervous.]

[She climbs onto the heli-carrier, speaking briefly to the pilots. She was so ready to be back at HQ so she can tell Fury where he can shove his little test.]

We should be there in 2 hours, so get comfy.

[She settles in, fingers and toes crossed for a smooth flight - she didn't do turbulence all that well... hence why she usually drove places.]

Yes, ma'am. [Blonsky looks completely at home in the jump seat, he bag tucked out of the way between his boots as he settles into the chair. He even leans his head back with his eyes close, like he's going to take a nap. He stays alert, but he lets his ears do the work while he tries to enjoy the change of location.]

[It's an hour into the flight when there's a gentle bump, followed by some rougher rattling. He bothers to crack an eye open, curious to see what might be going on.]

[She snickers slightly at him calling her ma'am considering she was anything but. She sits in one of the jump seats, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of being on a heli-carrier. Reaching behind her, she uses on of the headsets, checking in with HQ.

As they take off she flips through a magazine from her purse when they hit what she hopes is turbulence.]

Fuck a duck.

[She pulls on the headset she used earlier to talk to the pilots. She figures it would probably be stupid to get up and walk up there. When she's just met with static, she looks at Emil.]

I have a feeling shit's about to hit the fan so get ready...