Sorry! Gosh, I am so sorry that I haven't updated! You see, my computer decided to be a real asshole and suddenly stopped turning on. I mean, holy crap, guys! You destroyed my inbox with all of your follows! I was so happy and shocked at the same time! Thank yous so much for giving up some of your time to read this story, it makes me happy that you do! Now, I love Darcy and Barton to death, so let my stop my rambling and let's get on with the next chapter!
Chapter Two
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"Now, I will tell you which agent has been assigned to you. Don't bother arguing with me, Foster." Fury added when Jane opened her mouth to fight him. Darcy kept her mouth shut, seeing that her mouth always got her in trouble or always found a way to bite her in the ass later. Pfffft! She's been through worse. Like that one time during her Senior year.
"Darcy, if you are so busy talking with your friends, that must mean you studied your material. Stand up and tell us about the Prohibition." Mrs. Allen snapped.
If there was one thing Darcy hated, was being put on the spot; for people to point at her and laugh as if she was some circus monkey to stare at for amusement. She didn't mind if people wanted to pick fights, just as long as she had her chance to strike back. Allen was abusing her authority, well, Darcy thought she was.
"Why won't you? You were born it." Darcy shot back without thinking.
Not her smartest move.
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Darcy threw up a little in Jane's coffee.
She was mildly impressed that she was able to aim well, then again, Darcy was always impressed by small, strange things. It wasn't even her fault, it was Barton's. Stupid Hawkeye with his stupid sexy face, gorgeous eyes, and grand slamming abs. Man, how she hoped he still had those abs...
Mmmmm...
Focus! She needed to take her mind off him, because if she thought more of that night, she'd start to feel queasy. The mere thought of meeting him again made her want to hurl...aaaaaand it happened again...
"Darcy...?" Jane called from where she was sitting in the other room, looking away from Nick Fury. Darcy tried to play it casual as she hurriedly disposed of the coffee in the sink, washing the contents of the cup out with water, and popping two -fuck it- five mints into her mouth.
"Er...Diet Coke, Jane. Trust me, you're getting fat." Darcy called, wincing slightly at her own words as she went to retrieve the nasty coke, because in Darcy's opinion, diet soft-drinks sucked. You can't just make a diet thing for everything. Cokes and soft-drinks were meant to be in the junk food category, leave it that way; all other arguments were invalid before her court of mind. Yup.
"What...?" Jane asked, looking down at herself, snapping Darcy back into reality. Well, hot damn, she always let her mind ramble about something.
"Ladies, please, let us continue." Fury cut in. Darcy made her way back to them, giving Jane her Diet Coke before sitting down; all while avoiding Jane's stare, of course. Fury began talking again, immediately making Darcy zone out for obvious reasons. Like his little, black eye patch of glorious secrets.
What was under that, patch, anyway? She kind of hoped it was some kind of socket where he can put something valuable in, like diamonds, a USB, or a miniature map of the nation's hidden treasure. Hey, she's seen enough of "National Treasure" to know that something was up.
"...until we are sure that Loki had no other alliance while on earth, S.H.I.E.L.D. will be keeping an eye out on those who were directly involved with the Tesseract. Also, seeing that we do not want an angry Norse god on our ass, you two will be under the surveillance of Agents Barton and Romanoff." Fury explained.
Darcy snorted. He said "eye." Sad how that was the only thing she gave attention to. Fury bore his single eye at her. "What's so funny, Ms. Lewis?"
Boy, wouldn't he like to know.
...
SHE. WAS. NOT. READY.
Darcy closed her eyes and tried to go to her happy place, but Barton just kept popping out. She let out an angry squeal and punched the elevator wall.
"All you had to do was ask if you could take the stairs, Darce..." Jane told her, actually looking like she feared for her life while Darcy quietly cried for her bruised hand in some, dark corner of her mind.
Darcy really wasn't expecting for Fury to tell them that they had meet up with their babysitters so soon; and by soon, she meant the very next day. The next day! What the flap-jack was that all about!? Couldn't he give them at least some time to think about the situation? For heaven's sake, skilled assassins were going to move in with them. What if she managed to piss one of them off and got her throat slit at night?
Or worse...
What if her iPod got taken up again?
NO!
"Darcy!" Jane finally shouted, grabbing her shoulder, and shaking her roughly. That shaking was not going well with her already weak stomach. Oh, jeez, she felt it coming up. Nah! Not in the elevator, not with Jane there, ugh, it'd be disgusting...she couldn't hold it in any longer. She pushed away from Jane and flew to the double doors as they finally opened. Darcy lost her control, and hurled onto a pair of brown shoes. Well, they ain't brown no more!
Jane looked horrified as Darcy pushed her glasses back up her nose and looked up meekly. A man, a little older than Jane and Darcy, stared down at his shoes in slight shock. His obviously tired face looked even more tired. His hair messy and tousled, his clothing shaggy and mismatched. This man obviously didn't pay much attention to what he wore in the morning, looking like he was in a hurry to get somewhere soon. Well, he didn't seem mad that she upchucked her breakfast on his shoes. He looked slightly amused, and Darcy figured all was good with the world.
"Dr. Banner, I am so sorry!" Jane cried, looking into her purse for something.
She threw up on the HULK!? The HULK! Mr. I'll-Smash-Your-Face!?
"I'm sorry, please don't go AWOL on us!" Darcy finally stood up straight, giving him a worried look. Bruce Banner. Oh yeah, she saw what the dude was capable of, he matched up well against Thor pretty good. Pretty good...you know, she'd totally date the guy if she was a little older, mhmm...
"No, it's fine..." Banner replied, actually giving them a smile as he accepted a handkerchief that Jane offered for him to clean up Darcy's mess. Well, he wasn't pissed, but she wasn't out of the woods just yet. How the hell was she going to make up for all of that? She threw up on the Hulk's shoes! Jeez! Then the smell...
"You could always...Lysol it..." Darcy offered lamely.
Jane literally face palmed.
Banner chuckled as he shook his head. "It's fine ladies, there is no need to get riled up about this..." Is this man for real?
"Seriously, if someone threw up on my shoes, I would have back handed a hoe." She thought, smiling to herself. Ah, yes.
"I am so sorry, Dr. Banner. We were on our way to meet up with Director Fury and that's when Darcy did a number on your shoes. She just had an upset stomach, obviously." Jane told him as they maneuvered out of the elevator.
"Yeah, I think I ate something this morning." With a side of Clint Barton. Damn Hawkeye...
He waved them off, shaking his head. "Like I said, no hard feelings..."
"Thank you, Dr. Banner. We must really get going." Jane told him, pushing Darcy forward; she didn't even get the chance to tell him a proper good-bye or ask for his number. Oh well. She'd see the cute scientist again, Darcy was sure.
She followed Jane, wiping her teeth with the cuff of her sleeve, hoping to get some stuff out; it was gross, but it had to be done. Darcy looked up in time to see Jane slide a card in order to gain access through the door. She was immediately thinking that she would spot Barton right away, but was somewhat disappointed and relieved that Fury was the only one sitting at the empty table.
She was disappointed because a part of her wanted to see him again, but she was so relieved that she didn't have to face him just yet. Jeez was she a coward.
"Now, I will tell you which agent has been assigned to you. Don't bother arguing with me, Foster." Fury added when Jane opened her mouth to fight him. Darcy kept her mouth shut, seeing that her mouth always got her in trouble or always found a way to bite her in the ass later. Pfffft! She's been through worse. Like that one time during her Senior year.
"Darcy, if you are so busy talking with your friends, that must mean you studied your material. Stand up and tell us about the Prohibition." Mrs. Allen snapped.
If there was one thing Darcy hated, was being put on the spot; for people to point at her and laugh as if she was some circus monkey to stare at for amusement. She didn't mind if people wanted to pick fights, just as long as she had her chance to strike back. Allen was abusing her authority, well, Darcy thought she was.
"Why won't you? You were born it." Darcy shot back without thinking.
Not her smartest move.
Fury and Jane exchanged a few more words, but Darcy really didn't pay much attention as she was supposed to. Would you believe that she actually went back to fantasizing about Fury's gnarly eye patch?
"As I was saying, you were each assigned one agent, and I have them in the other room, waiting." Fury informed them, making Darcy snap up in attention.
Holy shit on a fish stick!
They really were in another room!?
"Miss Lewis, you have been assigned..." Fury opened up a folder.
Oh, hell! What now!? She couldn't have Barton, that would suck! If she prayed, she'd jinx herself, so that wouldn't work! The cosmos would be a real great help at the moment.
Aha! Reverse psychology!
Want it, so you won't have it! Utter brilliance!
"Give me Clint! I want Clint! Please! I want to do all kinds of stuff to that gorgeous man!" She thought, actually closing her eyes.
"...to have Agent Clint Barton, alias Hawkeye." Fury announced.
Fuck you, reverse psychology!
I know it was short, but I promise that the next chapter will have Barton's and Darcy's first reunion in years! Again, sorry for the late update, I have to type all of this out on my phone. Love you all! And thanks for all your help, Razzy!