In Which The Logic Of A Cuckoo Bird Is Explained

Now Darcy Lewis was, if anything, a rational girl. Sure, she might be cuckoo for coco puffs, but she was rational... To her own set of logic at least. And her logic stated to not bother people who were clearly disturbed by her loca-ness. Not frustrated nor exasperated, but disturbed by it. When she had first met Captain Steve Rogers, she had known from the start, no matter how much she liked the man herself, that she was not liked by him, and that he was disturbed by her. She could read people, it was a gift that had served her well in both annoying other people and understanding the geniuses she worked with daily. She might not be on par with them, but she at least could understand them on a level that would keep them in line..

She also knew that she would be nothing but a burden on the man that had kicked so much Nazi-ass, someone she had idolized since she was a child, who, without knowing, had saved her great-grandfather's life. Without him, she literally would not be there, so she did not want to antagonize the guy. She felt it to be her patriotic, and familial duty to leave the guy alone.

However, living in the same building as the guy made it near impossible to miss him... She swore, every time she turned the man was behind her, asking one of her scientists a question, or talking shop with the resident spies, or even getting into an argument over something silly like ethics with Tony. Now, she didn't go out of her way to avoid him, but at the same time she felt it was nearly impossible to not be around him. The man was a serious ninja at the silent approach...

Speaking of seeing him everywhere... Darcy put back a sigh at the sight of Steve Rogers in her kitchen. It wasn't her kitchen, not by an legal standards, but it was the one in which she cooked(a sacred act) and ate(an even more sacred act). So she felt it was her's. The fact that many people came in both irritated her and made her wish for a private kitchenette. Her eyes frozen at the sight of something that made her want to cry out in horror.

"I swear to God Clint, you did not just eat the last of the Coco Puffs."

Said Clint Barton looked up, eyes wide, mouth full of a spoon full of her favorite cereal. He looked like a chipmunk she thought with a pissed off amusement, eyes narrowing. Now, Darcy was a mellow kind of chick... Unless you messed with her food..

"No."he said, mumbling, mouth still full of her cereal. Steve was on the other side of the table, blinking at the exchanged, and she wished that the current fight about to breakout would not happen in front of her hero.

But, it was his fault for choosing to eat in the same kitchen as her coco puffs. It wasn't as if the tower was devoid of different kitchens.

"Ten seconds to run Hawkeye."she hissed, stalking forward. The master archer didn't need to be told twice.

He ran, out of the room as if the hounds of hell were on his heels. Darcy only smirked, and calmly plopped down in the seat that had been so occupied before. She picked up the spoon Clint had so kindly dropped in his escape, and ate a spoonful of chocolatey goodness.

"Was that really necessary for a bowl of cereal?"asked the Captain, face incredulous, and slight annoyance confusion leaking into his voice. Darcy couldn't resist.

"What can I say Keptin, I'm cuckoo for coco puffs."