Babysitting Darcy Lewis by Cambria Covell

So what if Darcy Lewis spent her internship fighting off Aliens? That does not mean she needs protection even if the guy has really great arms. ClintxDarcy.

If there was one thing Darcy Lewis was known for it was not keeping her mouth shut. She liked to make her opinion known about things which was exactly why she had had no problem marching into the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters in New Mexico (who knew there was one in every state?) and demanding to be let into Agent Phil Coulson's office.

"Miss Lewis, I'm afraid he's in a meeting," said his secretary who looked like she was about ready to grab her stapler in self-defense. Darcy glared.

"You're lying. I can tell because you won't look me directly in the eyes. My little brother does the same thing every time he's done something wrong. Now let me through or I will find other ways if I have to."

"I'm sorry ma'am, but he really is in a-"

Darcy stormed past the woman's desk, ignoring her attempts at getting her attention. She knocked hard on the door. "Phil Freaking Coulson if you don't get your ass out here I am going to Tase you from here into next Wednesday! I mean it. I'm a research assistant. I can find out where you live and-"

The door opened suddenly, revealing Agent Coulson standing there looking completely calm despite the fact that there was a twenty year-old girl shouting death threats at him outside his door. "Hello, Miss Lewis. It's ah…nice to see you again but this is really inappropriate. I'm in the middle of a meeting and I've got more important things to do then to argue with you on the whereabouts of your IPod."

She frowned. "This isn't actually about that but I do still want that back now that you mention it. This is about the G.I. Joe wannabe that's been following me around."

Coulson raised an eyebrow. "I honestly don't have any idea what you are referring to Miss-"

"That's enough, Coulson," said a booming voice that made Darcy jump. Behind her was a tall man with perfect military posture, a long, black, leather jacket and an eye patch. Darcy froze. She'd seen Nick Fury on the news before and had always thought he had an imposing presence. In real life, he was downright scary. "Miss Lewis here obviously knows what's going on.

such a good idea?" I think it's about time that we tell her the truth."

"Sir?" Coulson looked at his superior. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"I don't see any harm in her knowing that she's being protected. In fact it might do her some good. Maybe she'll think twice about doing something stupid," said Fury.

Darcy blinked. "Wait, protected? What the fuck?"

Coulson sighed. "But Thor requested that they didn't know."

"Well Thor isn't here now is he?" said Fury. "Miss Lewis, I'm surprised that you're surprised for someone who is so perceptive. Of course you're being watched. You were part of a secret government related incident. What part of that doesn't say 'I-need-protection'?"

"The part where I didn't ask for it," snapped Darcy, "and aside from that your undercover guy really, really sucks at not being noticed."

"Funny. Agent Barton's one of our best. What makes you say that?" Fury asked.

She pointed at her chest. "He kept on staring at my rack. It's a little hard not to notice creepy guys staring at your rack when they follow you EVERYWHERE. I'm pretty sure he almost went into the bathroom with me once."

"Oh well…we'll uh, talk to him about boundaries," said Phil, "but really Miss Lewis it is for your own protection. Loki's whereabouts are unknown and we can't risk something happening to you. It could ruin our alliance with Asgard."

Darcy laughed. "Maybe if I was Jane but I'm just the girl who keeps her fed and makes sure she sleeps once and a while. I'm not anything special so just take the guard dog off."

"Not a chance," said Director Fury, "and if you ever want to be something more than Jane Fosters lab assistant after you graduate I suggest you do as I say or else."

Darcy swallowed. She was almost certain Director Fury couldn't shoot laser beams out of his eyes but it was a theory she really didn't want to test…especially since it looked like he actually might. His good eye was starting to twitch. "Yeah…fine. But I have conditions."

Nick Fury titled his head to the side, looking almost amused. Well, as amused as Fury could be. "And those would be?"

"Tell your agent that if he's going to keep on staring at my rack he'd better buy me dinner," said Darcy, "and I want my IPod back."

Phil Coulson sighed, making Darcy jump a little. She had almost forgotten that he was in the room. "Miss Lewis, for the millionth time, we do not have your IPod."

She put her hands over her hips and gave him a dirty look. "Uh-huh. Sure ya don't. IPod or I tell Jane about your little deal with Thor. She might look tiny but she owns a van that she can't drive. She likes to run people over in it a lot. Ask her boyfriend."

Director Fury rolled his eyes. Or was it eye? Darcy didn't really want to think about the technicalities of it all. "We'll see what we can do about the IPod. Now Miss Lewis, I believe you have a ten o' clock chemistry class that you're trying not to fail that you're running late for. You might want to get to that."

Darcy looked down at her watch and swore as she realized that he was right. She gave Phil and the Director a mock salute, and then quickly ran out the door.

What she didn't realize was that Clint Barton, her "wannabe G.I. Joe" had been up in the rafters the whole time watching. When he came down, Fury looked at him with a little bit of a smile.

"I see what you mean. The girl doesn't have a problem standing up for herself," he said.

"She's trouble," said Barton, "she's got that antsy look in her eyes soldiers get when they've gone through something they can't talk about. She'll crack if she doesn't have some support."

"So," said Director Fury, "be that support."

"Sir?" said Barton, confused.

"If she's going to spill her guts I would rather it be to one of our own then whatever frat boy she's dating or worse her next facebook status."

"With all due respect Director Fury, I'm an agent. I'm not a babysitter or a gal pal."

"You are now Barton. Make the most of it. Just make sure she doesn't talk. Now come on Coulson, I believe you and I have to find an IPod." Fury left the room before Clint had a chance to argue anymore.

The last thing he wanted was to be stuck following a college student. He was an agent. He had more important things that he needed to be doing then following around a mouthy research assistant who knew too much for her own good. Even if she did have a damn good rack.

Clint looked helplessly at Phil who just smiled. "Have fun Barton. She's your headache now."

"Screw you Coulson," he said as his boss chuckled on his way out. Barton sighed. He guessed he was going to have to be more careful so that it wasn't so obvious he was staring at her. He also wondered if she was serious about that dinner. Following Darcy Lewis was going to be the death of him. He was sure of it.

A/N: So….I am not completely sure where I'm going with this. It may or may not get a second chapter depending on if I can actually think of one. I just felt like writing some Avengers fanfiction. Let me know what you think.