a reason I love this scene so much is because she was /scared/ of the hulk, like any sane human would be. and she was never portrayed as weaker for being scared, and she fought past it like an actual character. and that’s what I really love: it was a dimension, not just the one dimensional “strong” women characters that we’ve been getting (not that they’re all bad. Zoe, man) that are never ever allowed to be both scared and fucking badass and capable. and we need more characters that can be both, or badass and mourning, or badass but still feminine (stereotypically). because that shows females watching this that yes, you can be scared out of your fucking mind and still be someone who is capable enough to be the best in the world.
THIIIIIIIISSSSSS!!!! Somebody needs to fic this right now so I can read it. Bored, irritated Loki sitting at a table being a sarcastic ass to anyone who sits down with him, and Darcy plopping herself across the table with a loud sigh, because there is NO WAY she is going to have anything in common with the pale, superior looking Renaissance fair reject sitting on the other side. 😉