Dr. Blake and Dr. Selvig stumbled down the street, singing a song Rhiley didn't recognize. She followed behind, watching them improvise a clumsy, half-coordinated drinking dance routine, miraculously managing to stay in step with each other.
They stopped at a small trailer, and Dr. Blake began knocking on the door rapidly, Selvig now completely unconscious and slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
The trailer door swung open. A woman, clearly startled, looked out at the chaotic trio. Behind her, the trailer looked like it hadn't been cleaned in weeks—books piled high, pizza boxes stacked in corners.
"Erik!" the woman gasped. "Is he all right?"
"He's fine," Dr. Blake said, blocking her view of Rhiley. "Not injured at all."
He stepped forward and banged Selvig's head on the doorway in the process. The woman winced.
She held the door, stopping Rhiley from following. "I'm sorry—who are you?"
"Lady Jane," Dr. Blake cut in, gesturing toward Rhiley. "That is Lady Rhiley. She is my babysitter."
Rhiley blinked. "I'm with the faceless government agency."
"You took my stuff," Jane said.
"I didn't," Rhiley corrected. "May I come in?"
"No."
"She's good," Dr. Blake assured her. "She is trustworthy."
Rhiley squinted at him. "You don't know her," Jane said sharply.
"I did not know you," Blake replied. "But my assumptions were correct, were they not?"
Jane didn't answer, just moved aside, letting Rhiley in.
"Nice place," Rhiley said, eyeing the mess.
"What happened?" Jane asked Blake.
He grinned. "We drank. We fought. He made his ancestors proud." He pointed to Rhiley. "Even Lady Rhiley had a little fight in her."
Selvig stirred. "I still don't believe you're the God of Thunder."
"Excuse me?" Both Jane and Dr. Blake turned toward Rhiley.
"God of Thunder?" Rhiley asked.
"He's drunk," Jane said quickly.
"He is right," Blake said simply. "I am the God of Thunder."
Jane looked ready to scream. Rhiley watched her and saw how the past few days had drained her.
"These are your chambers?" Dr. Blake asked Jane.
"It's more of a temporary living space," Jane replied, grabbing stray trash. "I don't usually have visitors. Never actually can we take this outside?"
Rhiley sat on the couch. "I'll wait here."
Jane looked like she wanted to argue but didn't. She left with Blake, leaving Rhiley and Selvig alone.
Rhiley pulled out her phone and dialed Phil.
"Anything?" she asked.
"I have suspicions," Phil said. "You know we have an undercover agent with Stark, right?"
"Is this about the expo?"
"He was attacked."
Rhiley sat up. "Is he okay?"
"He's fine. Still gathering intel. Fury didn't want me telling you."
"He doesn't like me."
"You don't like him," Phil shot back. "He thinks it'll distract you."
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Radioactive | Bucky Barnes
Fanfiction"I want to go back to the time you first told me your name." Rhiley, the twin sister of Howard Stark, finds herself wrapped up with the one and only James Barnes. The next time she sees him is on her new assignment with the 107th Infantry Regiment...
