A/N: Couldn't wait to post the next chapter. Sorry if I killed you with feels :(

It isn't easy for me to let go,
'Cause I swallow every single word.
And every whisper, every sigh
Eats away at this heart of mine.
And there is a hollow in me now.

But I'm trying to hope with nothing to hold.
I'm living on such sweet nothing.
And it's hard to learn
And it's hard to love,
When you're giving me such sweet nothing.

Sweet Nothing, Calvin Harris feat Florence Welch

Heaving a shaky sigh, Darcy tried to hide her frown as she watched Clint flirting with a blonde near the digital jukebox. From her place by the bar, she had the perfect view of Clint smirking as he pushed some of the giggling woman's hair behind her ear. Really, this day was turning into a bag of dicks. A snort escaped from the person next to her and Darcy turned to see Rogue clasping her hand over her mouth with an amused gleam in her eyes.

"S'cuse me?" Rogue asked, confused because they had been in the middle of a conversation about some of the better shops around NYC.

Hm, seems Darcy said that last part out loud. Biting her lip in uncertainty, Darcy contemplated just making up some one liner but remembered that the other woman had comforted her last month and had been texting for updates so there really wasn't much of a point lying.

"Jukebox," Darcy simply stated, focusing her attention on the gin and tonic that was placed before her. It took a moment for Rogue to understand but she looked at Darcy compassionately.

"Oh, that's Clint, right?" she asked, lowering her voice into a whisper.

"Yeah, he has a fondness for leggy blondes, as you can see," answered Darcy bitterly.

"I'm sorry sweetheart. So you two not seeing each other anymore? Or...whatever it was you two were doing?"

"Well, we had sex during lunch break. But guess how much that meant to him?" That earned an even more sympathetic look from Rogue but Darcy didn't notice it as she was too busy feeling used and foolish.

"Well he's an idiot. Can't see the amazing girl he's got right in front of him. Isn't that right?" Rogue turned around and stared at Logan, who had gone to get another beer as well as avoid Tony's incessant questions about his bone structure.

"Yeah, sure," Logan stated, not paying attention to anything other than his alcohol. After a moment of silence, he felt Rogue's glare and looked at the two women with a raised eyebrow.

"That's Clint over there talking to that hussy. The fella Darcy was telling us about last month."

"Will ya stop it? Been talkin' my ear off all month about this," complained Logan. "I preferred it when ya had yer nose in those romance novels. At least ya kept quiet 'bout it."

"I, wh-" a rose tint started to blossom on Rogue's cheeks at the realisation that her secret stash of romance novels weren't so secret.

"They're rotting yer brain by the way," Logan sniffed. "And Darcy, just find another guy. Loads of them starin' in here."

"Oh, you have no sense of romance," Rogue quickly regained her ability to speak.

"If I give ya some advice, will ya shut up about all this whenever I'm around?"

"If it's good advice," Darcy said, curious as to what his advice would be. Though she had a feeling it would be a reiteration of 'find someone else'.

"Make him jealous," Logan simply stated, surprised at the confused looks that it brought. Sighing, he took a long gulp of his beer before explaining. "I can tell he likes ya. Don't ask me how I just do. Make him a little jealous and maybe he'll come around. No guarantees though."

"Jealous?" asked Darcy skeptically.

"Yeah, it can drive a man crazy," Logan said tightly.

"I think that's a great idea," gasped Rogue before she made her way to the jukebox without explanation. For a few moments, Darcy watched Rogue pick out a few songs but couldn't get Clint out of her line of sight so went back to her drink.

"Why are you being so helpful?" she asked Logan with untrusting eyes.

"Like I said, sort this out and maybe Rogue will let me have some peace. She really has been talking about yer problem all month."

"Really? It's not like it's that big of a deal. To her at least. It doesn't affect her."

"I think she likes to have a distraction from some of her own problems," shrugged Logan, though there seemed to be a little more weight to his words that made Darcy wonder if this was a distraction for him too.

"You're a big softie, you know?" Darcy fondly said, tapping his shoulder softly with a fist. All she got in answer was another eyebrow raise.

"Ya owe me though."

"A round of beers?"

"Get Tony to stop pokin' at me. Almost broke his nose and I don't think Wheels would be too happy if I caused a fight 'fore anything was signed."

"What makes you think I can convince Tony to do anything?" Darcy asked, trying to keep the suspicion out of her voice. For a long moment, Logan stared at Darcy, wondering if she knew that Tony was her father. If he couldn't have smelled it, he probably would have guessed by the way the billionaire treated the young girl in the few interactions they had. Deciding to not open another can of worms, Logan played it safe. He really didn't want to be the accidental paternity test right now.

"He's sweet on ya. And you…stopped him from gettin' a temper tantrum when he found out where we'd all planned on goin' out. So I figure you could get it through his thick hide that he'll be missing a few parts of his anatomy if he doesn't stop bein' so interested in mine."

That earned him another calculating look from Darcy but she eventually seemed satisfied with his explanation. Before Darcy could continue the conversation, Rogue had snuck back looking very pleased with herself. The music in the bar changed to a slow song and Darcy suddenly understood her plan.

"Dancing? Really? That's your master plan to make him jealous?"

"It perfect. He sees you gettin' close to someone and it'll drive him crazy 'cause it's not him."

"Dancing? With who?" Logan asked though his glare showed he knew the answer.

"Let's go big guy, I'll buy you a beer afterwards," Darcy promised, tugging on Logan's arm. While she didn't have any faith in the plan, it was more to do with the fact she didn't think she could get Clint jealous with just some slow dancing. If it kept Rogue happy though, might as well try. Also, it might look good to the others if they thought there were true ties being formed between the teams. So really, she was dancing for SHIELD.

"Shoulda kept my mouth shut," groaned Logan but he eventually started to lead Darcy towards the open space by the jukebox. "I uh, don't really-"

"Just hold and sway," suggested Darcy, laying her head against his chest so it faced away from Clint and his new prize but did allow her to see the huge grin on Rogue's face. Quickly getting the idea, Logan wrapped an arm around Darcy's waist to pull her tighter and held her other hand in his against his chest. They swayed in silence and Darcy couldn't help but admit that it was nice, even if he wasn't the person she rather have holding her. After a moment or so, Logan whispered to her in a way that must have looked intimate to anyone looking from afar.

"Y'know, these words aren't very subtle. Considering the situation."

"Yeah, though if we're going to try, might as well go big or go home," mentioned Darcy, listening to the soft tones of The Limit To Your Love as it flowed from the speakers. She would have to make some playlists with Rogue later. That girl obviously knew how to create an atmosphere.

"There's a limit to your care, so carelessly there. Is it truth or dare? There's a limit to your care."

"I think it's workin'. He's glaring at me."

"Really?" Darcy tried to turn her head to see but Logan stopped her by grabbing her chin with a gentle hand and pulled it up slightly so she was looking at him.

"Two of ya really never heard of subtly, huh?"

"And you're suddenly a master at it?"

"Kept ya from looking like a lovesick pup. So yeah, in comparison. It'll work better if you ignore him. Trust me."

"Whatever," Darcy sighed, putting her head back against his chest, facing away from Clint and his supposed glare. This time, she noticed that a few people from the X-Men and Avengers were noticing the odd turn of events. There was a mixture of confusion, worry and just general interest. Wolverine slow dancing with someone was probably very out of character for him. No, she knew it was out of character for him and Darcy was a little smug that she had been able to get him to dance. She started to look at the faces that stared at them individually and stopped her dad's. He looked suspicious and on edge, like he was about to give the 'I have a shotgun' talk. Burrowing her nose into his chest to muffle her snort and laugh, Darcy's grip tightened and brought a questioning glance from Logan.

"Let's just say that I don't think Tony will be asking too many questions about your titanium claws for a while," Darcy mentioned, watching Logan's neck twitch a little at the urge to turn and look at the audience they'd collected.

"Good, was 'bout to use his iron suits as a scratching post."

"See you are a big kitty!" Darcy laughed, enjoying the grunt of disapproval from Logan.

"I prefer Wolverine."

"Yeah, a ferocious weasel. That's definitely your spirit animal." That got her a short bark of laughter from Logan. He pulled away to twirl her, mirth in his eyes.

"Honey badgers are weasels. I hear they're pretty mean bastards," Logan stated, pleased when it made Darcy laugh carelessly. Apparently, she was also aware of the video the kids at the academy constantly talked about a few months ago. Logan was about to say something else when loud, violent movement caught their attention. They both turned in time to watch as Clint shoved a chair out of his way while pulling the giggling woman close to him to whisper into her ear. They walked out of the bar with obvious intent, glee written all over the blonde's face. Darcy felt as if she'd been hit in the gut.

"Shit. Sorry, I didn't think he'd be so petty-"

"Not your fault. Maybe this time I'll learn," Darcy said sharply. The song reached its end and there was a short second before the first notes of Teenage Dream started to play. A few groans could be heard from some at their table at the song choice but Darcy could see a few people starting to sing along.

"He looked pretty angry the whole time and I'm sure he's takin' that woman home to get back at ya- us," Logan offered a little awkwardly. Comforting wasn't his best talent and he only got a shrug for the effort. "Y'know you could do better than him?"

"Maybe, but you can't help who you fall for, right?"

"Yeah," sighed Logan. Soon, Rogue joined them with an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry sweetheart," frowned Rogue but Darcy shook her head and put on a large, fake smile.

"Whatever, I don't need him."

"You sure? We can a heap a greasy food and say horrible things 'bout him," offered Rogue but Darcy insisted on staying and not acting defeated.

"Dancing is the best cure for this. Hey Steve!" Darcy turned to the tall blonde who was talking to Cyclops. He looked up in confusion. "Join us, this is totally our song, what with me being so obsessed with you growing up. You're my teenage dream Steve!"

"What? I, uh," stumbled Steve, trying to pick one of the many reasons why he shouldn't dance. He was well aware of Darcy's Captain America obsession as a kid. They were friends now and Steve had got pretty used to Darcy's mania over his alter ego. Still, they liked to make jokes about her obsession time to time. Before he could come up with an excuse, Cyclops pushed him off his chair and towards the small group with a laugh. Darcy took the opportunity to grab his hand and pull him the rest of the way.

"Hey Capsicle, it'll be your official lesson in 21st century dancing," Tony offered, setting up his phone so he could record everything for later blackmail.

"I don't know Darce. What about Logan?" Steve tried.

"I'm gonna go back to my beer," Logan announced, knowing he would rather watch Captain America feel uncomfortable from a distance. After he grabbed his beer, he sat down with the larger group, who was mostly laughing at the dancing scene or weighing the pros and cons of joining. Someone catcalled as Storm dragged a bashful Bruce Banner over to join the dancing crowd.

Sitting in his seat next to Tony, Logan reveled in the tight smile the billionaire gave him when he glanced away from his phone recording the quickly reddening Captain. Upset, overprotective father, Logan could handle. He'd take that over being prodded like a science experiment and the magnets Tony kept on pulling from his pockets. He briefly wondered why Tony was less upset about his daughter trying to grind against Captain America but even Logan knew no woman's virtue was in deep trouble with the Cap unless all parties were in full agreement.

He let his thoughts wander and couldn't stop them from going back to Hawkeye. The glowers the archer had given Logan were not subtle and he was surprised no one else noticed them. Even though he admitted he felt a little bad for Darcy, he knew that some point had been made. Still, it was no longer his problem and he told himself he couldn't care less if the two semi-lovers never got their shit together.

End Note: So tell me, by the end of this, do you think you'll hate me or Clint more? In other news, I have a playlist that I listen to, to get me in the mood to write this. It has the songs that I mention as well as a few extras. I'll try to find the best way to present it to you guys here if you're really interested.