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Darcy was 100% positive Jane’s portals were supposed to bend space, not time. Though travelling through time could be a spectacular adventure, Darcy didn’t want to set off a butterfly effect sort of deal where she does something to alter the course of time and blah blah blah. She hadn’t paid attention when Bruce briefed her on all things that could go wrong when she stepped into the portal.
In any case, she figured this was the future, and she was 90% sure she was on a spaceship. The spaceship part made sense with the future part. She seemed to be on an enclosed platform where she could see some sort of officers (mostly humanoid) looking at her all shocked-like and probably comm-ing for their superior officer.
When a stern-looking man with straight bangs and pointy ears (so, humanoid, but not human?) rushed into the room accompanied by a brooding blonde, Darcy finally decided to open her mouth. But, she was interrupted.
“Who are you?” came from the blonde, at the same time the brunette asked: “How have you achieved trans-warp beaming?”
“Uh... trans-whaaat? I figured that I’m on some kind of spaceship, but I hadn’t gotten further than that. I’m Darcy,” the glass door in front of her receded into the wall and she stepped off of the platform.
“You’re on my ship, and where you were standing is where we beam up our officers or visitors, you get what I mean?”
“Beam up? I know this is the future and all, but seriously you need to have more self-explanatory verbs. I’m from 2015, I stepped into a portal meant to take me to Asgard, but instead of bending space, it apparently bent time.” She shrugged and waited for them to talk.
“Well, even though you don’t look dangerous, I can see a concealed weapon in your jacket, so you’re going into lock-up in the dungeon. Hand it over,” he stretched out a hand but she shook her head.
“If you’re putting me in a space dungeon, I’m going to need a taser.” He acquiesced. and led her to the ‘dungeon’ where he left her with guards. The guards locked her in a glass room with the mysterious “Khan” who hadn’t spoken in ten minutes.
“You always this talkative?” She asked, and he turned to face her.
“You’ve got to be joking. My bonded one is a mortal woman who has no idea where or when she is,” at this point he looked upward as if consulting and yelling at a childish deity. “This must be some cosmic punishment for murder. Is that it?” Then he turned to face her and snarled. He actually snarled at her, and she let loose her taser on his sorry ass.
“Fuck you too, Khan.”