Demons
RogueWitch
Avengers/Thor
Summary: While Jane is getting settled in her lab with S.H.I.E.L.D, Darcy is being trained as an agent, in order to keep her job as Jane's assistant. She's not the only one who isn't thrilled with this prospect; after the events of the New York Invasion, Hawkeye is taken off of active duty, and reassigned to train Darcy, while he goes through mandatory counseling.
A/N: So I'm hoping to get this out on Saturday, but that depends on the munchkin. Thank you to my first reviewer Qweb; hopefully you'll be the first of many.
Chapter 2
Darcy had been staying in Jane's guest room since they had arrived in New York, though technically, since her apartment was on the upper levels, which were reserved for the Avengers, it was Thor's apartment, not that he was around to actually use them. Jane was working with Dr. Selvig on restoring the Einstein-Rosen Bridge, but until it was up and running, Thor was in Asgard. Darcy had been living out of her suitcase for more than a week not knowing what was actually going to happen with her. Now that she knew, she packed up her single suitcase, and wheeled it out of the apartment. Using her new ID badge she assessed JARVIS, and proceeded to her new home, two floors down.
Tony Stark had designated the top fifteen floors as space for the Avengers, though since this had only happened a few weeks before, most of the space was still under renovation. "The thirtieth floor is our gym," Natasha told her as she met the younger girl at the elevator, showing her to the apartment. "We're on the thirty eighth floor, JARVIS will help you get were ever you want to go, until you are acquainted."
Darcy just nodded, not really sure how she felt about everything that was being thrown at her, and also a little scared of the older woman. Stark Tower was supposed to be dedicated to just the Avengers, no other SHIELD agent or operative was living there, so Darcy was a bit confused how Director Fury could just dictate that she would be living there, but wasn't ready to poke holes in her now living arrangements. New York was expensive, and she didn't want to have to find her own place, though most agents had rooms on the Helicarrier, so she could probably stay there.
Natasha showed her to an apartment at the end of a short hall. "We have the northern half of the floor. If you take a right out of the elevator, you'll get to Steve's apartment."
"How come you're the only Avengers who share a place?" Darcy asked.
"It's the way it's always been," the red head said, cryptically. Darcy didn't inquire further. "The kitchen's over there. Clint does most of the cooking, but if you can, please feel free. I'm trying to convince Clint that there are foods outside of the carnivore food group."
"I'm strictly a put pop-tarts in the toaster kind of cook," Darcy said, trying to keep the dark blush from staining her cheeks. She had always meant to learn how to cook, but had never really needed to.
"At least you can do that, the Hawk has banned me from the kitchen since the microwave incident four years ago," Natasha told her. "We will never speak of it."
"Noted," Darcy looked around the kitchen, which looked brand new and state of the art. "How long have you guys been living here?"
"About a week," which completely explained the next room, the living room was beautifully painted, and had a single couch that had clearly seen better days, and a huge flat screen sitting on milk crates. "We haven't had much time to move furniture."
"I take it the flat screen is Clint's."
"You'd be wrong," the Widow said, grinning, which Darcy decided as scarier than her scowling. "He's doesn't leave his room. This one's mine. I don't feel like I can get a proper night sleep if I have a TV in the room." She led Darcy down a single hallway with four doors. "These are the bedrooms, the one on the right is mine, yours is at the end of the hall, sorry but you and Clint will be sharing a bathroom." The Widow ducked into her own room leaving Darcy to explore the last of the apartment on her own.
The hall bath was simple, or at least as simple as anything in Stark Tower could be, it had a nice sized garden tub and a walk in shower that was far from standard size, with four shower heads; who on earth needed four shower heads? It also had a door closing off the toilet from the rest of the bathroom; at least she wouldn't have to worry about waiting for Clint to leave the bathroom before she could brush her teeth. She closed the door behind her and proceeded to the end of the hall, to her new room.
The room was bigger than any bedroom she'd ever had, but much more sparsely decorated. It was painted a simple white, and had only a single item of furniture, a king sized bed that faced the wall of windows. On the bed was an envelope, which she quickly picked up.
'Darcy,
Welcome to Stark Tower, as we are still in renovations; please feel free to let me know if there are any accommodations that you wish to have added to your residence, or to the Avenger's space. Also, make a list of things that you need to make your room more your own.
Tony.'
Darcy carefully folded the note back up and put it back into the envelope. All she really wanted was a couple of night stands, and she was sure she could scrounge up a couple of milk crates to do the job. She wheeled her suitcase into the closet, and had to sit down, looking at the large walk-in that was about the same size as her college dorm room.
"I think I could get used to this," she set the suitcase on the vanity in the middle of the room, and walked back into the bedroom and flopped down on the most comfortable bed she'd ever had the pleasure of laying on, and promptly fell asleep.
A knock sounded on her door, before it was unceremoniously opened. "Darcy?" Hawkeye said, looking around the bedroom.
"In here," she called from the closet, where she was hanging up the three t-shirts, two pairs of jeans, and sweatshirt she had brought with her. They looked extremely sad in the huge space. "I think I might need to send for the rest of my cloths."
"Yeah, and maybe shop for some workout gear," The Hawk said, hopping up onto her built in vanity. "Natasha can loan you some for now." He looked at the single pair of Doc Martens that were placed neatly under the hanging cloths, and the ratty pair of trainers she was wearing. "Scratch that, grab your purse, we need to get you shoes anyway."
"You're taking me shopping?" She looked him up and down; Agent Barton was the last person on earth, with the possible exception of Director Fury, that she could ever see going shopping willingly, and definitely not with her.
"It's either me or Natasha, or trust JARVIS to have something brought in," he said, nodding his head out the door. "Natasha sucks at shopping."
"And cooking, and having relations with kitchen appliances," Darcy said. "It's a good thing she's a kick ass spy."
"She's never really had to live in the real world," Clint said. "Even before SHIELD, she was taken care of when it came to those kinds of things."
"What happens when she's undercover and has to use a toaster?" Darcy asked, not really expecting an answer.
"It's never come up," was all the Hawk said on the subject. "Come on, we're burning daylight, and I still have to take you down to the gym for assessment."
Shopping took longer than Darcy had thought it would. A simple trip to get shoes turned into a wardrobe redo, the two of them struggled under the weight of the bags that Darcy had acquired, not to mention the few things that Clint felt he might need, including a new holster, and a set of throwing knives. "You'll practice on these until I think you are ready for your own set," he had said.
"I'm sorry," Darcy just looked at him. "You're teaching me to throw knives? I can't even begin to explain why that's a bad idea."
"Darcy, you're going to learn how to do things this year that you never even through about learning," Clint told her. "Today, we'll start with basics. I just need to see where we're starting."
"Oh, yeah," Darcy chuckled. "We don't even need to go to the gym; we're starting at the beginning. I can use a Taser, and that's about it."
"Thor has regaled us with the tail of how you took him down at your first meeting," Clint said. "We're going to do an assessment."
"Did he also tell you, that I only tased him after Jane hit him with our van?" Darcy dumped the load of bags she was carrying on the floor in her closet.
"He did." Clint dropped her bags and walked to her door. "Change into something you can work out in, and meet me in the living room in five."
