@shieldedsoldier !!!
jane had truly done her best, but it was after eleven at night. way past the scientists usual bedtime. it had been a wild night out in the city to celebrate one of the top agents at shield's birthday, and upon the sound of more bottles of champagne popping and lots of screaming, she knew it was her queue to exit. darcy had fortunately found old friends and fellow interns to hang out with, so jane saw an opportunity to leave before things got too out of hand and took it. the scientist thinks about her warm, comfortable bed as she walks the wet, dewy back streets of new york, expertly cutting through a side alleyway. it’s then, she sees a sight that would no doubt mean her night was about to get sufficiently worse. she locks eyes with a male, the very male she had rejected only mere minutes ago back in the club. now, he stands alone, tall and smoking against the graffitied brick wall. “i thought i lost you in there.” he winks, the seedy smile indicating right there and then he was not going to leave her alone until she made herself more clear it seems.
“you didn’t, i just walked back to my boyfriend.” she stares him down, but continues walking forward. although he towers over her, she does not show any vulnerability. maybe she should be more cautious considering they’re practically alone in an alleyway, but alas she continues in her stride. “i don’t need to be smart to know captain america ain’t datin’ no lil lass like yourself.” he spits the words, and although she's irritated he caught her out on her lie, she does not show this. it wasn’t fair, she’d just pointed to the guy across the bar, how was she supposed to know it was the super solider? he reeks of alcohol, barely standing straight at this point... he then flicks the cigarette to the ground and makes a move to grab her arm, but she fortunately sees this coming and slaps him as hard as she can manage. its a hard strike, enough to sting her hand and have it turn red instantly, and he goes to grab her again. she dodges it, but looks up to see him with a closed fist ready to strike. he grabs her while she’s distracted and she struggles against his grip, attempting to kick him in the shin and closes her eyes, ready for impact but also calculating her next move.