This was definitely Clint's fault. She wasn't sure how, but it definitely was. Because being handcuffed to Phil Coulson while being trapped in a supply closet had to be his fault. Had to be! She sure has hell didn't do it.

And they weren't even stuck in a helpful supply closet. This one just had stack and stacks of paper and ink for the hundreds of printers in the building. There wasn't even a paperclip to be found to pick the lock on the cuffs.

Darcy huffed and crossed her arms. Or she tried to but she just ended up yanking on Coulson's arm and hitting herself in the chest with it. She cringed and immediately dropped her arms to the side. "Sorry."

Oh, this was such a nightmare! Why couldn't she be stuck with someone she didn't have a massive lady boner for?

Seriously! The amount of time she spent thinking about what he looked like under his suits was probably illegal. And the fact that she kept finding reasons to "run into him" around the tower was probably pretty suspicious as well. She never hung around long, just gave her enough time to…appreciate him as a person.

When the team found out Coulson was alive and that SHIELD was filled with dirty Hydra rats, Tony had offered him a place that wasn't (formerly) SHIELD-related, and he took it. Instead of being the link between SHIELD and the Avengers he was pretty much the link between the Avengers and the outside world. It worked for them.

And it certainly worked for Darcy's viewing pleasure. She wasn't sure what it was about Secret Agent Man, but he was hitting all the right marks on her list. Mature, wise, alpha male personality, funny, hot as hell. Yep, he was kind of perfect for her.

Too bad he didn't know it.

So, yeah, the current situation? Kind of a nightmare and dream come true all at once. She was trying very, very hard not to yell out something completely mortifying like, "I want to sit on your face."

"What?"

FUCK.

"Nothing!" Darcy squeaked and hid her face with her hands. Which she couldn't do because it ended up making Coulson molest her boob.

Can she go home yet?

Phil laughed softly. "While Agent Barton's plan of attack leaves much to be desired, I can't fault him for the outcome."

Darcy was very confused. "Huh?"

He gave her an indulgent smile. "I can't get you to stay in the same room with me for more than two minutes, so I acquired his assistance. The handcuffs were overkill, I admit, but he was trying to be thorough."

"Huh?" Really, she was an intelligent human being. Promise.

"Darcy," he stepped right in front of her, forcing her to look up at him. He raised his hands slowly and framed her face, her hand holding on to his wrist. His hands were large and his touch was gentle as he ran a thumb over her lips. "I've been trying to ask you out for a while now, but you keep running away."

Her eyes were wide and her mouth dropped open. "Oh. I, um, yes?"

His eyes crinkled as his smile grew. And before she knew it, he was kissing her. It was gentle and sweet and perfect. He took his time memorizing her mouth and as the seconds passed it started getting heavier, more desperate until they were both breathing hard as they parted.

"Now, how about we kill some time until he remembers we're in here?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows at her.

She laughed and was totally on board for that.


I had a lot of fun writing this one. Let me know what you think!

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