No Stars (Sif and Darcy, Saturday night)

Sif had gotten quite handy with the coffee maker in her chambers, ever since she'd discovered how much she liked coffee. She'd tried it with all kinds of sweeteners and creams and flavorings, but had decided she liked the strong, bitter flavor on its own. Pouring out a large cup, she wandered out of her room and briefly considered dropping in on Thor -- she'd even take Loki at this point, if Thor wasn't around. In the end she decided against it this time. Sometimes, ever since what Thor'd told her back in Asgard, what he and Loki were dealing with seemed an intensely private thing she didn't want to intrude on. Instead, she took the elevator up to one of the few places in the tower she'd yet to explore.

The roof was vast and open, the first spot here that reminded her oddly of the desert where she'd landed in New Mexico the last time. There was some sort of glass enclosure on the far end, and a landing pad, but other than that she was quite exposed, and quite alone. After a quick check of her surroundings, she moved to the edge and sat, letting her feet, clad in the boots Pepper had given her, dangle over the side. She wrapped her fingers around her coffee mug and let her hair whip around her. The position reminded her of her familiar perch outside Heimdall's observatory, only there she'd looked out over an abyss much larger than this, lit with stars instead of street lights.

You couldn't see any stars here, above or below. It was curious.