"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," Darcy mutters.

Jimmy props his head up on his hand, making no secret of his boredom. "Why am I not surprised?"

Darcy squints her eyes, watching the figures on the screen curiously. "What are they doing?"

Jimmy just shakes his head. "I have no idea."

Loki and his friends all get situated onstage, with Loki, the drama queen that he is, standing right in the center. Sylvie doesn't move, though, much to Darcy's confusion – and Loki's, too, it seems, because he goes back to talk to her. Darcy glances at Jimmy, who looks back at her, looking as bored as she feels. There needs to be a bigger gap between episodes, because this is getting to be a bit much for her – but, then again, nobody ever claimed Loki was good at marketing.

They watch in silence as Loki whispers something to Sylvie – some part of their diabolical plan to enslave the Avengers, doubtlessly – and get themselves set up in the middle of the stage. She squeezes her eyes shut for a few seconds before opening them again. She's too tired for this. Working for the government is exhausting.

"Does that guy with the guitar look familiar to you?" Jimmy asks.

Darcy rests her chin on her hand and looks at him closely. "I don't think so."

"Mm," he hums. "I don't know. I feel like I've seen him before."

"Do you know where?" Darcy asks.

"Nah," he says. "I don't know; I'm probably just seeing things."

"At this point, I don't blame you," Darcy mumbles. "This never ends."

"I know, right?" Jimmy agrees. He looks over at her. "Do you think I could get away with taking a nap when the episode ends?"

"You can try," she says. It'll depend on how annoying Hayward decided to be today, but he can probably squeeze out a half-hour somewhere.

Sylvie begins stomping her foot, which does nothing but confuse Darcy even more. It's not until the piano and guitar join in and Sylvie's steps get more complicated that Darcy realizes she's tap dancing, and she has to admit, she looks damn good doing it.

Jimmy sighs wistfully. "Are we sure she's evil?"

"Yes, Jimmy, we are sure she's evil." Darcy deadpans. "She is working with Loki."

Jimmy nods thoughtfully. "I think I could fix her."

Darcy rolls her eyes. "She's working with Loki."

"I'll talk to her once we catch Loki," he says. "I think I could talk some sense into her. I just have to get her away from Loki first."

Darcy shakes her head to herself. "You're insane."

"You'll see," he says. "Just you wait. You'll see what I mean."

"Uh-huh," she says sarcastically. She's sure she will. Not.

It grows quiet for a few moments – just long enough for them to process the instrumentals before Loki starts singing.

And Darcy's jaw drops.

"Holy shit," she whispers. "He's – he can sing!"

"I told you all the hottest Asgardians were evil!" Jimmy says, gesturing to the screen triumphantly.

"How dare he make a TV show and not make it a musical when he sounds like that?" Darcy asks incredulously. "I would watch the hell out of that!"

"You're recording this, right?" Jimmy asks. "Do you think we can rip the audio? I want to put it on my iPod."

Darcy snorts. "You still use an iPod?"

"Yes, I still use an iPod," Jimmy says defensively. "Why would I not use my iPod?"

"Because you have a phone, dumbass," Darcy says. She shakes her head to herself. He is such a strange person.

Jimmy's attention shifts back to the TV in front of him. "What language is he singing in?"

"I don't know, German?"

Jimmy stares at her. "You think that is German?"

"I don't know!" she says defensively. "I took Spanish in high school! I don't know what German sounds like!"

"It sounds German!" Jimmy says, like that answers anything. "I bet it's Asgardian."

"Does Asgard have a language?" Darcy asks. "I've only ever heard Thor speak English."

"I don't know, probably," Jimmy says. "I doubt the gods just happen to speak our language."

"Yeah, that's a good point," Darcy concedes. If only Thor and Jane hadn't broken up. She would absolutely ask him about that.

"Do you think it's a message?" Jimmy asks. "Maybe we're supposed to translate it. Maybe he's trying to tell us something."

"What, like taunting us?" Darcy asks sarcastically. "You think he's singing about 'haha, they can't stop me'?"

"Well, I don't know," he says defensively. "He's gotta be saying something."

"Yeah, but not something to us," Darcy says. That would be ridiculous. What would he get out of taunting the people trying to stop him?

... Actually, Thor did say he did that to the Avengers in New York. Maybe Jimmy's not too far off.

"Maybe Hayward can find somebody to translate it," Darcy says finally. "But I don't think SHIELD's got a lot of people who majored in Asgardian."

Jimmy furrows his brows. "You can major in Asgardian?"

Darcy hits the palm of her hand against her forehead.

Idiot.

Loki and his band of misfits finish up their song, and they're met with thunderous applause. They all soak it in for a few moments, and then they gather their things to leave the stage.

Jimmy smacks his hang against the table. "I got it!"

Darcy jumps at that. "What?" she asks quickly. "What is it?"

"The cowboy from Night at the Museum!"

Darcy stares at him. "What?"

"The guy on the guitar!" Jimmy says. "That's who he reminds me of! That cowboy from Night at the Museum!"

Darcy continues to stare at him so he understands how utterly ridiculous that statement is even before she's thought of a response. "Why are you thinking about the cowboy from Night at the Museum?"

"Because the guitar guy looks like him!" Jimmy insists. He pulls out his phone. "Here, I'll show you–"

"Nope." Darcy takes his phone and slides it across the room, ignoring his subsequent complaints. "Why are you thinking about the cowboy from Night at the Museum at all?"

Jimmy scoffs, gesturing to the screen, though the guitarist isn't on it at the moment. "Because he looks like him!" he insists. Then, more sheepishly, he adds, "And Scott Lang was in it, so I've seen it a lot."

Darcy smirks. "That's the answer I was looking for."

"It was research!" Jimmy says defensively.

"Uh-huh." Darcy says sarcastically. "I'm sure it was."

Unfortunately, much of Loki's performance is missed due to their excessive bickering, but there are no complaints from her, because then it's time for Wanda's performance. But, if you're reading this, you've probably seen that before and probably don't really want to read it all over again, so we're going to skip right on by it.

Wanda and Vision sneak away after their comically strange magic act, and with Dottie being who she is, Darcy can't fault them for it at all.

As Dottie begins her spiel at the podium, Jimmy asks, "Who do you think's gonna win?"

"Loki, obviously," Darcy says. "It's his show. He's obviously gonna give the award to himself."

Jimmy's face falls. "Oh, right," he says. "Well, who do you think should win?"

"Definitely Wanda and Vision," Darcy says. "Even if we didn't know that it was just Wanda trying to cover Vision's tracks, I'd still say they were the best."

"Really?" Jimmy asks.

"Yes, really," Darcy says. "Let me guess: you think Sylvie should win?"

"Not just Sylvie," Jimmy says defensively. "It wouldn't have been the same without the others – you know, the piano and the guitar and Loki singing."

Darcy shakes her head to herself. "You are so susceptible to propaganda, you can watch this knowing it's Loki trying to make himself look good and still walk away thinking 'wow, Loki looks good!'"

"Because he did good!"

"Not better than Wanda and Vision!"

"A little bit better than Wanda and Vision!"

Darcy throws her head back with an exasperated groan. She cannot believe this man. She cannot believe that this is who she has to work with. (She also can't believe that there's no one else that she'd rather work with.)

And then, to Darcy's utter disbelief, Wanda and Vision win the talent show.

She didn't even think that was within the realm of possibility. She didn't think there was even a chance that Loki would give up this award that he could so easily make his own. And yet, he did. Against all odds, it's going to the rightful winners – and when the camera pans to Loki and his friends, they're all clapping and cheering just as enthusiastically as everybody else.

The scene cuts to Wanda and Vision leaving the venue, only for Loki to cut in front of them, his friends all trailing behind him. It's all smiles all around, in a way that would only ever happen on a screen.

"That was brilliant," Loki tells them. "When you said that your talent was magic, I certainly was not expecting a magical comedy."

Bea chimes in with, "And your comedic timing is perfect," to Vision.

"I don't know how you guys did that," Mobius adds. "Every time, I'd be like 'Wow, that's some gnarly magic. There's no way they're faking that," and you'd just go kachow! and it's like how did I not notice?"

The two laugh awkwardly.

"Well, you know." Wanda shrugs, an uncomfortable smile on her lips. "Took a lot of practice."

"Oh, it paid off, let me tell ya," Mobius says.

"I see why you thought Dottie wouldn't like it," Sylvie remarks, and she pauses just long enough for Wanda to look confused before she finishes, "That was so fun – and Dottie and 'fun' do not mix."

Wanda beams at that. "Can we just talk about your act, though?" she gushes. "I can't believe you know how to tap dance!"

"Actually, 24 hours ago, I had never touched a tap shoe," Sylvie tells her.

Wanda gasps. "You learned all of that in a day?" she asks incredulously. "You have to teach me someday." With a wink, she adds, "We could be the new Gene Kelly and Donald O'Connor."

Jimmy nudges Darcy's arm and whispers, "Who's that?"

Darcy scoffs. "You've never heard of Gene Kelly or Donald O'Connor?"

Jimmy furrows his brows. "Should I have?"

"Yes!" Darcy throws her hands up in exasperation. "Even if you don't know what they've been in, you should at least recognize their names!"

Jimmy thinks about that for a few moments, then perks up and asks, "Gene Kelly, he's the guy from the first Charlie and the Chocolate Factory movie, right?"

"Oh my god." Darcy buries her head in her hands. "I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that."

Jimmy clicks his tongue. "I'm going to assume that's a 'no,' then."

"Mm-hmm," she hums. "That's very much a 'no.'"