Pairings/ Characters: Darcy Lewis/Remy LeBeau, Bobbi Morse/Lance Hunter, Skye|Daisy Johnson
A/N:Continuing from An Honest Man because I had so much fun writing these two and kept having fun building the universe. Not sure how many chapters but maybe 3-4. It keeps getting longer. Though I have quite a few ideas of other stories for this 'verse.

Enjoy!

"Getting ready for your debriefing, I see," Hunter snarked, needlessly emphasizing the word 'debriefing' when the innuendo was as subtle a speeding freight train. Never pausing while loading her icer, Darcy rolled her eyes and gave Hunter a pointed look. Next to her, Daisy smiled and shared a knowing glance with Hunter. Traitor.

"It's an exchange of information. Dry and simple. Anyone here could do it in my place, if I couldn't make it," Darcy corrected but that sounded unconvincing, even to her. LeBeau had made it clear he'd not talk to anyone but Darcy.

Roughly three months ago, Darcy had tracked down Remy LeBeau in a crappy bar to try and negotiate cooperation with SHIELD. It happened to be her luck that Remy was also her soulmate and thus a lot more willing to cooperate. So, whenever Remy had important or useful information, Darcy went down to New Orleans to discuss it. He'd insisted that information was only exchanged in person and that Darcy was the main point of communication. In order to keep face and not lose trust in his seedy contacts, it was always framed to look like his latest 'hobby' was simply going down for a weekend of fun in the sheets. Darcy had actually been surprised Coulson agreed to the terms so easily. Though, Remy was a smooth talker and she had a feeling that Coulson was a secret romantic (she'd heard the story about him and the cellist). When it came down to it, Darcy would prefer the entire team not meddle in her love life. Or lack thereof at this point. She kept their meetings strictly business. She'd be lying if she didn't admit that spending time with Remy was fun but she'd never actually admit to that.

"Hell, you know how much I'd love to get romanced by a hot Cajun man on the regular and get to call it work?" Daisy said, envy heavy in her voice. With a pout and dramatic sigh, she picked up one of Darcy's ceramic knives and inspected its blade.

"I still can't believe Coulson agreed to LeBeau's terms," scoffed Hunter. "He should just pick up a phone. Bloke shouldn't use SHIELD as his personal dating agency."

"Uh, he's Darcy's soulmate," Daisy pointed out, talking to Hunter like he was slow. "The both of them have every right to get to know each other."

"Again, pick up a phone and talk to her! Bloke's got a hold on crime in New Orleans and who knows where else. He's got enough money to buy a landline, at least. Why we got to cater to him? Darcy's not a call girl for hire."

"They do text," Daisy argued and Hunter crossed his arms, unimpressed.

"To arrange his booty calls," he shot back. Setting down the icer, Darcy sat her hands on her hips at stared at Daisy and Hunter, wondering when they'd remember she was in the room. While she appreciated Hunter being protective over her and also appreciated Daisy backing her girl up, Darcy could fight her own battles. Even if those battles were doing her best to stay distant from Remy. While she was attracted to him on a physical level and he was her soulmate, Darcy couldn't help but think about how different their paths were. Although Remy was doing his part to help SHIELD, he was still a crime lord and didn't seem to have any plans on ending that part of his life. Darcy wasn't sure she could handle being apart of it.

"No, so they can be adorable together," Daisy said haughtily. "And he's always a gentleman. You could probably take some lessons from him on how to talk to people."

"Yeah, next time I try and chat someone up so I can pickpocket them, I'll give him a ring," Hunter sneered.

"I'm right here, you know?" Darcy finally spoke up, waving her hands over her head frantically. "And while I appreciate you guys thinking or worrying about me, I'd like you to know that I have all of this handled. But for the record, everything between LeBeau and me is all professional."

"Really?" Both Daisy and Hunter said, crossing their arms and setting Darcy with skeptical looks. While they obviously thought Darcy was letting herself get swept away, they differed on how they felt about that scenario. Huffing, Darcy went back to packing up her weapons and continued to try and convince them that Remy and her were not a thing.

"Yes, really. Soulmates aren't always romantic and they find each other for a reason. Look at Coulson and May! Why can't my reason simply be to help with tensions between mutants and inhumans and the rest of the world? Besides, even if I am pretending to be one of his side chicks as a means to help his reputation from being damaged by working with SHIELD, it doesn't mean we're actually dating. The most we do is link arms and there's been no funny business."

"Uh huh," Daisy said, eyebrow quirking and head tilting slightly to the side as she smirked. "You're doing a really good job of convincing yourself and that's it."

"Do you really think I wanted a King of Thieves as my soulmate? A man's whose sexual prowess was confirmed by a number of women really close to triple digits? Two of which were SHIELD agents sent to seduce him for information, only to be seduced themselves and left without anything they came for or their underwear. I know that I'm not the only woman he's seeing, or at least pretending to see in my case," sighed Darcy. She knew that Remy's history wasn't his fault. He was abandoned and stolen by the Thieve's Guild. There wasn't any other future he could have expected at that point. She didn't blame him for who he was or what he did but she also had no idea how their lives could fit together anyway other than professionally. How could she ever bring him home to meet her parents? Her dad was a cop, her older brother was a marine, for goodness sake. Her mother, a librarian, met Darcy's dad when they were sixteen. They lived simple lives in a small town and were content with that, hoping the same for Darcy as she grew up, despite her words. If she brought Remy home, her dad would have an aneurysm and her brother would probably shoot him.

"I'm sure it's not like that. Remy strikes me as pretty romantic about these things. He's not gonna mess around with other women now that he's found you," assured Daisy with confidence. Darcy wondered when Daisy had become such a romantic herself. Though it was nice to see her friend smile about something. Ever since Ward, finding her parents and gaining her powers, she didn't joke or tease as much. At least, that's what Jemma had told her. "Besides, one of his weapons of choice is a bō staff and hers is a naginata. I'm telling you, perfect for each other."

"But it's not even about that. Coulson gave me a job. I'm going to do it because I want to help make the world a safer place," Darcy sighed quietly, already tired of the conversation as she picked up said naginata. The moment May had tossed it to her during training, Darcy took to it like a duck to water. Fitz made her a blade-less one of aluminum with tasering abilities and a few other tricks added in like Bobbi's staves. Also, it retracted so she could hide it easily.

"Sorry I even brought it up," apologized Hunter, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You're a good agent and being stuck with LeBeau as your soulmate isn't gonna change that. Ain't your fault, either. Pint when you get back? On me."

"Sure," nodded Darcy with a small smile at the peace offering. Even though Hunter was a bit of a douche, he had a sweet side to make up for it if he really did care about you.

The moment was interrupted when her cell phone buzzed. Pulling it out and expecting a message from Coulson, Darcy was surprised to find it wasn't from anyone at SHIELD. As she read the text, she couldn't stop her cheeks from flushing and cursed herself for the weakness.

"Oh, I know what that look means," Daisy grinned.

"What does it mean? Is your mum sending more sweets?" Hunter asked, perking up considerably.

"It means lover boy is on the line," Daisy said, adding a small catcall as Darcy handed over the phone because Daisy demanded to read all of the texts Remy sent. And she could hack into Darcy's phone to read them even if Darcy didn't hand it over, so this was just easier for everyone. Clearing her throat, Daisy dramatically read the text aloud, terrible Cajun accent and all. "Can't wait to pass a good time with you chère. Been too long since I've seen your beautiful smile. The memory keeps me warm at night but it's fading."

"LeBeau sending you love letters again?" Bobbi asked, announcing her entrance into the weapons lock up with a coy smile. "I don't know how you resist him. Word is, he's got tricks up his sleeve that aren't just for card games."

"Not you too," groaned Hunter. "Why are all of you half in love with his bloke? He's a thief and a cheat."

"I'm not in love with him but how can a woman resist a smooth talkin' Cajun that's also tall, dark and handsome with a helping side of bad boy?" shrugged Bobbi, giving Hunter a peck on the cheek to reassure him that she did indeed care about her soulmate even when mentally ogling Darcy's.

"As her S.O. you, more than anyone, should be opposed to it," mumbled Hunter.

"As her S.O. and one of the ones that trained her, I am more than confident that she can defend herself," Bobbi explained with a shrug. "Besides, he's her soulmate. Out of anyone, you should know that the path to love is sometimes an often bumpy road. Even if one of them is sent in just for intel."

"That is awfully sentimental of you," noted Hunter, rather suspicious of her intentions and sweet tone as she reflected on their beginnings. "Where was this when we were together the first time?"

"Not a road you want to go down right now, sweetie," Bobbie warned, patting him on the cheek sharply a few times. "Besides, as a good S.O. as well as a friend, I'm more than happy to help my girl get some from a guy with Southern manners and an ass that won't quit."

"There's the Bobbi I know and love," grumbled Hunter and Bobbi winked with a smirk. "And how do you know about his bum?"

"I ran into him on a mission once, years back. Lost a target that happened to be one of his associates at the time. Associates being a loose term. Wasn't much help to me then, but boy could that man make a girl swoon," Bobbi explained, smiling dreamily as she relived the memory.

"This girl is not swooning, I promise you," Darcy said, finally getting all her weapons tucked into the right places. Today, she wore something a little more casual than her normal tactical catsuit and she was happy for the change. In a large sweater and torn baggy jeans, she was much more comfortable and she was sure the almost unflattering shape would annoy Remy to no end. Even if the mission was just to amuse Remy into finally telling her what intel he had, Darcy wasn't going to run into it unprepared. Especially when every mission she'd gone on had become progressively more frustrating. Remy kept stringing her along, longer each time, before he'd eventually give in and tell her what little info he had. It was highly unlikely that she'd have to worry about defending herself against attackers but she may just very well threaten him with a knife. While Remy's intel became more elaborate and useful, the things she had agreed to do, had as well. Last trip, she'd gone on a tour of the Vieux Carre.

Okay, so she really enjoyed it and had a lot of fun learning all of the history and quirky stories from Remy. Although he didn't look it, he was actually a really good tour guide. A good host all around, really. He'd been a perfect gentleman too. No attempts to get into her pants either. The more that she lay down the facts, the more she felt like an asshole for pushing him away when he was actually trying to get to know her in a decent way. Well, withholding of information aside, that is.

"It's okay to swoon, once in a while," Bobbi said, "okay to give into lust and temptation. Getting a little action with Remy isn't going to ruin the mission. It actually may help. Maybe he'll give us more than three sentences of intel at a time."

"Why does everyone want me to sleep with him?"

"Uh, for the record, I am opposed to it," Hunter raised his hand but Darcy ignored his comment.

"If this was some government official that I was trying to schmooze, you wouldn't be pushing me to sleep with him."

"All I'm saying is, if you're gonna get swept away, why not let your soulmate do the sweeping? Especially if he happens to be super hot and you get along with him. Don't deny that because I see the way you are when you get back from these missions," Bobbi insisted as Darcy opened her mouth to argue. "You're more relaxed. You're all smiles and giggles. Also, the way you talk about all the touristy things the two of-"

"He and I…we're just not compatible. Like, life wise," Darcy tried to explain. "I'd never be able to take him home to meet my family and I'd just feel guilty knowing he's sneaking out in the middle of the night to do some nefarious thing."

"He's working with us and teamed up with the X-Men before. I'd say he's trying to do the right thing," Daisy pointed out, leaving the unspoken hanging in the air; that Remy was continuing to do these things, doubling his effort, because of Darcy. Well, Darcy wasn't sure she wanted to be the only reason a guy decided to be better. Shouldn't he find it within himself? Changing for someone else's preference never ended well. At least, that's what she'd learned first hand growing up.

"I just can't think about this right now," Darcy mumbled. "Coulson's gonna want to see me before I go, anyway."

"Hey, things always work out," Daisy promised Darcy, looping an arm through hers. "Kinda sure I'm a testament to that. And I am totally up for discussing this further over many drinks when you get back."

"Count me in," Bobbi said with a nod. "I know all about rocky relationships with soulmates."

"Guess I'm buying quite a few pints," said Hunter, pursing his lips and giving Darcy a jaunty wave goodbye as Daisy led her out of the armory and towards Coulson's office, chattering about her own observations and musings about the soulmate she'd yet to meet.

The moment Darcy opened up her bag and looked inside, she cursed Daisy. Then Bobbi, just in case. Instead of the comfortable and sensible outfits she'd picked out for the next few days, the bag was full of lingerie, a menagerie of heels, both boots and pumps, and a slutty dress from a past op.

She was livid.

Remy was expecting her to meet him downstairs in about 45 minutes to take her out for dinner. Instead of the plain blue dress she had planned to wear that covered up all her sexy bits, she'd have to wear a little black dress (emphasis on little) that she'd worn to seduce intel from a German mobster with a penchant for S&M and blondes of her body type. At least she'd not have to wear that itchy wig this time. Still, there was no way she'd be able to get another outfit without Remy knowing. She supposed she could wear what she had on the flight over, but the woman in the seat next to her had spilled wine all over her sweater and jeans (because apparently she had to fly coach to help blur any ties to SHIELD when visiting him). Looking and smelling like a slob was still a better option than what was in her bag.

So, Darcy called up Daisy to at least get some of her anger out.

"Hey girlie, how's the trip?" Daisy answered. She sounded perky, as if Darcy were just out on a weekend spa vacation and not on an important mission to gather intel.

"What the hell, Daisy? Switching out my bag? What happened to chicks before dicks?" Darcy angry whispered into the phone. Remy's home was large but it was still on the cozier side and she didn't want to risk him overhearing her. He had insanely good hearing and she was certain it was to do with his mutant abilities. Of course, Remy claimed it was just the mark of a master thief (cue eyeroll).

"Uh, this is about helping my chick get dick," Daisy said smoothly and Darcy let out something between a huff and a growl. "C'mon, you know it's fate. I'm just trying to speed things along. You've been so tense lately and-"

"Do not tell me I need to get laid," Darcy cut Daisy off before she could finish the thought. "I am totally fine being single and alone."

"Yeah," laughed Daisy, clearly not believing Darcy's tone, which admittedly sounded a little pathetic. "Coulson told me that you were asking about a cat for the base. I am not letting you turn into a cat lady. I refuse to have to tear cat hair out of all my clothes in support of this. One of my many stints in foster care included a woman that had way too many cats and I still get hives thinking about it."

"So, you're gonna force me into a sex dungeon kitten outfit, instead? Because you're afraid of cats?"

"Allergic. Besides, it's sexy," Daisy said innocently. "And a lot less dungeony without the collar and whip. It's just a cute little black dress now."

"You're only convincing yourself at this point," scoffed Darcy, holding up the backless bodycon dress that had a plunging neckline and thin straps of faux leather crossing down the curves where ample cleavage would be showing. "Also, you know, I'm staying here for two more days. You couldn't at least pack some normal clothes? Just lingerie, heels and one dress?"

"I figured, I don't know, after he sees you in the dress you won't leave the bedroom," Daisy admitted, this time sounding a little guilty. "I left your toiletries! And a clutch purse. Look, I'm not completely insane. There's a delivery tomorrow morning to the local Post Office with your name. It has all your boring, old woman clothes."

"My clothes are perfectly functional and fashionable," insisted Darcy but she was feeling a little more relieved, if a little offended on the behalf of her sweater and Converse collection. "Maybe I can borrow some of LeBeau's clothes till then. I can pull off androgynous, right?"

"Just wear the dress. Please. For me?" Daisy pleaded and Darcy rolled her eyes. "Hey, think of it this way. Maybe if you seduce him, he'll give up intel faster and you can come back earlier?"

"Okay, I do like that train of thought," admitted Darcy, feeling herself give in to Daisy's ridiculous plans.

"You just need to give into me. Things are so much easier," Daisy said in an almost hypnotic way and Darcy rolled her eyes again.

"I cannot believe we are friends, sometimes."

"Oh, you love my conniving ways," Daisy cackled.

"That's because I'm normally conniving with you. You've never connived against me like this."

"I connive against you because it's for your own good. Also, Bobbi maybe helped connive a lot too, this time. Now, wear your slutty dress and seduce LeBeau," Daisy said tersely before hanging up. With a final sigh, Darcy looked at the dress hanging from her finger. One thing was for certain: she'd either owe Daisy and Bobbi big time for this or she would be enacting some serious revenge.