A/N- Thank you everyone who read my first chapter! And a HUGE thank you to the amazing people who clicked Favourite/Follow! Obviously, I don't own anything *sigh* however, the story and any OC are all mine J Stay Peachy!

Chapter 2.

Clint Barton was not prepared for this. This, meaning the sight of Darcy Lewis at one of Tony's over-the-top parties. He managed to stay in the back of the room with Banner for most of the night talking about one of his and Jane's projects. Of course, the science flew right over his head but didn't want to seem rude so he smiled and nodded at appropriate times when Banner stopped to take a sip of his water.

He knew as soon as he saw Natasha and Darcy by the bar that she was fighting a losing battle. Natasha was immune to Vodka. He was impressed that Darcy kept up with the Russian assassin. He had quite a sight when she attempted to teach Thor how to master a 'keg stand'. He wasn't complaining. After all, she is a beautiful woman with… beautiful assets. He could not, not, laugh as she started to dance with Tony. His voice, gravely after the many beers and vodka shots with his best friend.

"Whereth did you master the art of biceps?" He heard before she passed out onto Thor's broad chest.

"Напримерлегкий вес." laughed Natasha, looking directly at Clint. (Such a light weight.)

Grinning, Clint shook his head at Darcy, "да." (Yes.)

"Lady Darcy, I think it best you retire for the night?" gazing wide-eyed at her limp form in his arms.

"Ha! Is she out cold?" Tony laughed, "Where's my marker?"

Placing a large hand on Tony's chest, Steve glared at him.

"How can you be so disrespectful?"

"C'mon Cap, lighten up" flashing his famous pearly whites.

Thor was still standing awkwardly looking between Tony and Steve with Darcy in his hands. Clint walked towards him and offered his hands.

"Seeing as you'd probably break a few bones," hooking one arm under her knees and another below her shoulder blades, "and virgin over there is too scared of touching her," indicating with a nod to Steve, "and I do not trust Tony with her" turning his body to face Tony, earning a bitch please look from him.

"Do you know where Darcy's quarters are?" Thor questioned Clint, looking a bit offended by the smaller man's words but shook them off.

"7th floor, number 223" Natasha added, a smirk replacing her pouty lips.

After pressing number '7' on the elevator, Darcy started to turn in her sleep. Clint held his breath, trying to be as still as possible when she buried her face in the crook of his neck and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"Mmmm," stirring, she nuzzled her nose in his neck, "you smell so good…" brushing her lips over his skin before returning to sleep.

Feeling a hot shiver run down his chest, making its way to his groin, he released his breath.

Jesus Clint, really? But those lips…

Finally, the elevator doors opened with a ding. Side-stepping out the doors to avoid hitting Darcy's head or feet on the frame, he started to scan the apartment's doors for number 223.

Opening her door, he was shocked at how tidy it was. Considering her wild personality and her old messy desk at Jane's lab, he was expecting clutter. Looking around at the exact replica of his apartment, he noticed a book shelf and a DVD rack next to her wall-implanted TV with a variety of about 30 cases.

Remembering Darcy was still in his arms, (she really weighed nothing!) he moved closer to her bedroom. As he opened the door, he couldn't help but smirk at the pile of dresses strewn over the bed. He swore he could see purple lacy lingerie but shook his head at the picture of Darcy in his mind.

Damn it Clint, get it together. What's wrong with you, man?

Carefully placing her down to her bed, he couldn't help but admire how peaceful she looked. He was disturbed by his beeping watch, alerting him that it was 1 am. After checking if Darcy had heard, he quickly slipped out of the room silently.

Making his way to the door, a pink object caught his eye. He stepped closer to the coffee table to discover it was her beloved Taser. Remembering back to when Agent Coulson told him that she'd tasered Thor, he released a gravely laugh.

Slapping his mouth shut, he heard her mumble something in the opposite room.

Way to go, super spy.

Ensuring she was asleep a second time, he crept out of her apartment to the elevator.

As the elevator doors opened on the 8th floor, he was greeted by his best friend. Standing with her arms crossed over her chest, Natasha arched a perfect brow.

"Want me to run you a cold shower?" she teased as Clint pushed passed her.

"Ha, ha. Very funny Nat." well aware of his jeans getting tighter.

"I do try."

"Any reason you waited for me?" genuinely curious of the red head's actions.

"Oh, just making sure my student isn't going to be too sore for our training in the morning" stated Natasha innocently shrugging her shoulders.

Laughing, Clint slowed down to reach the keys from his jean's pocket.

Successfully opening his door, he called behind his shoulder, "Goodnight Nat."

Closing the door behind him, he released a breath he didn't know he was holding.

Darcy Lewis will be the death of me

Making his way to the bathroom, he threw his keys on the side table.

"I guess it's shower time" he mumbled, looking at himself in the mirror.

After towelling himself dry, Clint wrapped the towel around his hips and made his way to the bedroom. The shower helped tremendously, but he could still smell her daisy perfume.

"Want me to run you a cold shower?"

Shaking Natasha's voice out of his head, he threw the towel into the laundry basket and slumped into bed.

She has no idea…

Falling asleep with a smile on his face, Clint entered a- totally innocent, G rated- dream which may or may not have had Darcy and his… arrows.

A/N- Short chapter, I know, but I needed to get that out of the way. For any people who know Russian, you will know that I Google-Translated the sentences… sorry! Reviews are highly appreciated J Much love, from the Seventh Avenger, Shauna.