"Mmm, baby ..." Darcy said as she stretched her arms over her head and flexed her toes. She giggled and shifted in bed, feeling a tickling sensation go up her legs, thighs, across her hips, and then stop right at her stomach. "Phil!" She giggled again, placing her hands on the lump under the sheet. It was dark in the room except for the little bit of light poking through the curtains, shining across the bed. It was definitely morning now. She turned her head over to look at the clock; it read 9:04 a.m.

"Oh my god! Phil, you're late," Darcy said tapping the lump. "It's after nine!" The tickling sensation started again as it continued its way up her body, but by the time it got to her breasts it changed into soft little butterfly kisses.

"Mmmm," she moaned softly, closing her eyes.

Phil poked his head out of the sheet, looking down at Darcy. "It's my off day," he grinned as he steadied himself over her body.

"You get a day off?" Darcy sounded surprised.

He chuckled. "You don't actually think that I work every single day of the week do you?" He rolled off Darcy, on to his back, and turned his head to look at her. "I get a day off, unless I'm called in for some reason."

"Oh, I like the sound that, Darcy smiled as she ran her hand lightly down his bare shoulder. "So ... Does that mean we get to do whatever we want to do today?" She arched her eyebrow playfully and then shifted her body so that she was straddling over him.

He placed his hands at her hips, pushing away the sheet. She was just in the right angle where the sunlight streaked across her naked body, making her pale skin look silvery. "Whatever we want," he grinned, looking up at her.

"Mmmm, sooo ..." She smiled and then bit her lip playfully. "A whole day of uninhibited sexy times?" Darcy raked her fingers playfully through the hair on his chest.

Phil gave Darcy another smile, as he stroked the top of her legs. "We could do that." He took her hands in his and then kissed the top of it. "But I was thinking maybe I could take you on a proper date?"

"I thought I'm not allowed to leave your apartment?"

"You are as long as you're with a S.H.I.E.L.D escort," Phil smirked, then kissed her hand again. "Darcy, I want to date you properly."

"You don't like the sex?"

"Of course I do. It's amazing," he said as he sat up a little and placed his hands around her, stroking her back gently. "I just think maybe ... We're moving a bit ... fast. I just don't want this thing we have going on ... to be just a sexual thing. Darcy, I really like you a lot, and I don't want to ruin anything by moving too quickly. I want to take you out and treat you like the beauty that you are."

Darcy leaned down and kissed Phil's cheek. "That sounds wonderful," she whispered in his ear. Darcy had several guys in the past, but none of them had never been as kind and sweet as Phil was to her. She wanted this to work just as much as he did, so if that meant to start slowly and build up to being intimate again, then she was perfectly okay with it. She looked into his blue eyes, and smiled. "So what do you have planned?"

"I was thinking a romantic dinner and maybe an evening stroll?" He shrugged. "I'm not great with planning dates but-"

"It sounds perfect. I haven't been on a romantic date in a long time," she said, getting off of him and wrapping the sheet around her body. "I wish I had something pretty to wear." She wrinkled her nose as she looked down at the blue t-shirt and ripped jeans that she had worn almost everyday.

"We could stop someplace before we go to dinner and I could buy you something?" He offered.

"Mmm, my Sugar Daddy," Darcy joked.

Phil shook his head. "Please don't call me that, Darcy." He was smiling but his eyes told that he was serious. The age thing was going to be a real hurdle for him to get over.

"Sorry," she apologized as she grabbed her clothes off the floor and headed towards the bathroom. "I'm going to take a quick shower. Care to join me?"

"You go ahead," he said as he made a gesture towards her. "I need to check my email and send a couple of files over to work."

Darcy raised her eyebrows. "I thought you just said it was your off day?"

"An off day means, I'm still working. I just don't have to go into work." Phil motioned his hand towards the bathroom. "That shower is waiting for you."

"Alright ... But you'll be missing out..." She threw a little grin over shoulder towards Phil as she wiggled her backside. He laughed as she disappeared through the door.

After Darcy finished her shower and got dressed, she headed out to the kitchen to grab a bowl of cereal. She yawned sleepily and sat down at the counter, shoveling a spoonful of Coco Puffs into her mouth. She heard the water turn on in the bathroom, and she smiled thinking about Phil getting into the shower. He may have not wanted to get in with her today, but he would soon.

That she was sure of.

Just as she was about to take another bite, she heard footsteps outside of the apartment. She stood up quietly and took a few steps towards the door. Phil was still in the shower, and she debated whether or not she should go and get him. She could see a shadow moving from the crack under the door. A large manila envelope slid under the door with Phil's name on it. Darcy took a step forward when she heard the footsteps begin to move away. Crouching down, she looked at the envelope but dared not to touch it. She had heard of way too many stories about envelopes laced with lethal powders, there was no way she was going to touch it. Her boyfriend was a super spy after all, he probably had dozens of people after him.

"What's that?" She heard Phil's voice call out from behind her, and she turned to face him.

Fuck.

He looked good.

He was wearing a white button up shirt, sleeves rolled up three-quarters of the way, the three buttons were undone, showing off just a peek of chest hair. He had jeans on, and they looked good on him. Damn good. Darcy had tried to imagine him in jeans before, and it made her laugh every time she thought about it. For some reason, she could not picture him in anything but dress pants, but now that she saw him wearing jeans she never wanted to see him in his work pants again. Her eyes travelled back up to his face. He had a little scruff going on, like he didn't bother with shaving this morning. That was perfectly fine with Darcy though, he looked absolutely yummy with little whiskers on the side of his face. However, it was the thick framed black glasses that he was wearing that really sent her over the edge. She had known he must have worn glasses because she found contact solution in his bag during the first night she stayed over. Those glasses though ... Yeah, she definitely had a new kink for him in those glasses.

"Darcy are you okay?" Phil asked as he walked towards her. She just kept staring at him with her mouth slightly hanging open.

"Ugh," she could barely find coherent words to speak. Darcy stood up and pointed down at the envelope. "Somebody slid this under your door. I didn't touch it though, I know someone might be trying to kill you."

"Oh, I don't know about that," he said as he looked down at the envelope, and then walked over, and picked it up. He knew immediately what it was by the handwriting. "I've been wondering when this was going to show up." He smiled as he walked over to the counter and started to open it up very carefully.

"So not a poison letter?" Darcy asked as she came up besides him. She could smell his cologne now. "Damn, can I just say that you smell and look freaking amazing. I mean, holy hell ..."

"I wasn't sure if I should shave today or not. I usually don't on my off day," he said pulling a small white envelope out of the large manila one.

"Please don't. I'm totally loving the scruff. In fact, I want to feel it all over my body later tonight," she winked at him, watching his cheeks go slightly pink. "So what's in the envelope?"

"This," he said as he gently pulled out a vintage looking Captain America trading card. He studied it carefully, making sure to only touch the edges, even though it had a plastic protector around it. He looked over at Darcy. "I've been collecting the set for the last year now. They're first edition from the 1940's. I have a contact from an antiques shop and he's been tracking them down for me. That's probably who slipped it under the door," he said as he continued to inspect the card.

"Wow, you are such a geek. I mean, that's totally cool, Phil." Darcy smirked as she looked at the card and then to Phil and then back to the card. "So do you have them all now?"

"Just missing card six. It seems to be the hardest to find."

"Darcy smiled. "Really? Card six?" She grinned wider. "What if I said I knew where you might be able to get that card?"

Phil looked up. "Seriously? Where?"

"Well, my grandfather was also a huge Captain America fan. He fought with him in the war. Not with him, but he saw a couple of his morale boosting shows or whatever they were. I remember him telling me that most of the soldiers went to see the dancing girls but he went to see Captain America. Said he was a real hero that got him through some tough times during the war. He had all the cards. I remember seeing them in the basement of his house when I was little. When he died he willed each of his grandchildren one. I got card eight but traded it for card six with my cousin. I wanted that particular card because Cap looked really hot on it," she laughed.

"Now, I will have to tell you that I think all my cousins either threw theirs away or pawned them off, so don't ask if I can get you a second set. I can get you card six though. It's at my grandmothers house, unless she sold it," Darcy explained. She liked watching Phil's face as it intently followed along with her story.

"Are you messing with me, Darcy? Because if you are that is a very cruel-"

"I swear, I'm not!" Darcy held up her hands in front of her. "I really have the card."

"That's amazing. You'd give it to me?" He asked, placing his hand on hers.

"I didn't say I'd give it to you," she grinned. "You may have to pay with some very hot sex." She stopped and laughed. "Of course, I'd give it to you, Phil. I can see that these cards really must mean something to you."

"Your grandfather gave it to you though..."

"And it's at my grandmother's house collecting dust. Honestly, I never knew what do with it, it's just sitting in a box over there. I'll call her tomorrow, and see if she can send it out."

Phil nodded slowly. "Thank you very much, Darcy," he said as he looked down at the card again. "It seems hard to believe that my new girlfriend would happen to have the last Captain America card that I need-"

Darcy crossed her arms and smirked. "More impossible than finding out that the Norse god, Thor, is for real?"

"Okay you have a point there," Phil said as he kissed the top of her head. He looked at the clock, it was getting close to afternoon now, and he wanted to spend as much time as he could with Darcy before he had to head back to work tomorrow. Plus, she probably couldn't wait to get out of the apartment. "What do you say we get out of here and start our day?" He asked.

"I can't wait."


The first stop was to a clothing boutique, so that Darcy could find something appropriate to wear on their date. Phil sat in one of the chairs, while Darcy looked around the small shop. She wanted to find something pretty but not too revealing, but yet, she wanted Phil to take notice to her. The women that were working in the shop kept glancing over at Darcy and then to Phil, whispering something to each other, and Darcy could only guess that they were gossiping about their age difference. Phil took notice too, because instead of staring intently at Darcy as she wandered about the store, he started to check his email on his phone.

"How do you like this?" Darcy asked as she stepped out of the dressing room, wearing a light purple t-shirt dress with a black belt. It wasn't much but it showed off her curves.

"You look amazing," Phil smiled and stood up, walking over to Darcy. He grabbed her hands in his and looked her up and down. "Beautiful." There was some whispering behind them and he stopped talking, cocking his head over to the side slightly trying to listen in on the sales women.

"Let them talk," Darcy whispered to Phil, squeezing his hands. The women were being annoying and rude as hell. If Phil wasn't standing here, Darcy would certainly give the bitches a piece of her mind. She rolled her eyes, and smirked. "They're just jealous they don't have a man as incredibly sexy as mine." She ripped the tags off the dress and belt and walked over to the counter.

"I guess you'll be wearing it out?" One of the women said as she scanned the tags.

"Yeah, on our date tonight," Darcy stressed the word 'date' as she looked at Phil, who handed the woman his credit card.

The woman ran his card and gave him a slight smile. "Of course," she smirked giving him another odd glance, handing it back to him. "Have a good evening."

Darcy took Phil's hand in hers and they walked out of the shop, leaving the women to gossip or joke about their relationship. Whatever. Darcy didn't care. She was just happy that she was with him.

They spent the rest of the afternoon getting to know each other better. They browsed a few of the local shops; shared an ice cream in the park; and visited the bookstore where Phil gravitated towards the comics and graphic novels. Darcy smiled as she pretended to skim through a book on Japanese pop culture, while she watched Phil and his love of all things geeky. She almost started to forget that he was a badass-super-secret-agent-man. After they left the bookstore they headed to an Italian restaurant that Phil had raved about all day.

"This place looks beautiful. Nice choice, babe." Darcy said as she walked through the door that Phil was holding open for her. They chose to sit outside on the terrace with the stars twinkling above them. Darcy picked up the menu and looked it over, while Phil ordered a bottle of wine for them.

"You sure the wine is a good idea?" Darcy teased, picking up a piece of bread from the basket on the table. "You know what happened last time."

"I think we'll be fine. Besides, nothing goes better with Italian food than a good bottle of red wine," he said picking up his menu and looking it over. He remembered that wine had got them in a bit of trouble the other night, but it just wasn't the wine; it had also been the intoxicating presence of Darcy that made him lose his mind and give into passion. Phil felt his work phone vibrate in his pocket; if they were calling him in; he was not going to be happy. He pulled it out and flipped open the screen to read the text.

{{Did you tell her?}}

Barton.

Phil glanced over at Darcy, she was still looking at the menu, chewing on a piece of warm buttery bread. He looked down at his phone and started to reply quickly. He knew if he didn't, Barton would be hounding him all night.

{{We r on a date.}} He hit the send button and not more than five seconds later, his phone buzzed again.

{{U r welcome.}} Was all it said.

Phil wanted to roll his eyes, of course Barton was now going to take credit for getting him and Darcy together. Which wasn't entirely untrue. If it hadn't been for him, Phil may have never acted on trying to start a relationship with her.

"The office?" Darcy asked. "You don't have to go in do you? I'll be so pissed if you have to go in." There was no way that this perfect date was going to get ruined.

"Everything is fine, sweetheart," Phil said just as the waiter came over and took their order. Darcy had decided on the extra cheesy ravioli, while Phil went with the homemade lasagna.

Phil poured them each a glass of wine while they waited for their food to arrive. He watched as she picked it up and took a sip. "Is it good?" he asked.

"Yummy," she smiled and then her smile grew bigger. "Are you sure you don't want to get wasted and have wild drunken sex when we get back to your place? It could be fun."

"I have no doubt that it would be, but come morning neither of us would remember any of it. So where would be the fun in that?" he asked, with a little smirk playing on his lips.

Darcy sighed. "That's true," she said thoughtfully. Then she smiled again. "Maybe you could get really wasted and I could take advantage of you. That would be fun." She knew that there was no way Phil would agree to that idea, but she had to suggest it anyway.

Phil chuckled. "Hmm... I haven't been drunk in a really, really long time. The last time I was, I had my nose broken by a big burly Russian."

"You've had your nose broke?"

"Twice," he said as he tapped the bridge of his nose. "That's why it's crooked."

"Well, I adore your crooked nose. It's sexy as hell." Darcy said as she slid her foot under the table and ran it up the backside of his leg. She bit her lip and raised her eyebrows. Phil's lip twitched and he reached over and placed his hand on top of hers.

"Well, I have a very sexy girl-" Phil started to say just as the waiter came around and placed their plates in front of them.

"Oh my god, that looks yummy," Darcy said looking down at the huge plate of food. "Mmmm, it is good." She said talking a little bite, knowing that she totally got food on her face. Her and Italian food was not a good combination.

"You have a little bit of sauce-" he reached over and wiped his thumb gently across her lips. She watched him intently, kissing his thumb just before he pulled away. "Right there ..." He still couldn't believe that this gorgeous girl was into him as much as he was into her. He thought back to New Mexico, and how she would storm up to him and demand that he give her back her iPod, saying that they had no right to take it. She had even tried to flirt with him at one point to get it back. She had been a terrible flirt, but Coulson found it quite adorable.

"What are you smiling about?" Darcy asked, taking another bite of her ravioli.

"The time you tried to flirt with me to get your iPod back," he said taking a bit of bread from the basket.

Darcy giggled. "That was pretty bad, wasn't it? I really wanted my iPod, though." She shook her head. "Here I was trying to be all sexy, and I blew it, by tripping over that wire on the ground. Fell on my ass right in front of you. You must have thought I was-"

"I thought it was cute," he said through a mouth full of food. He watched as her cheeks turned pink and she ducked her head away as she gave him a small smile. She looked so damn adorable when she blushed. Phil smiled back and then reached for his glass. Just as he brought it up to his lips, he was bumped hard in the back, spilling red wine all over his white shirt.

"Oh! I am so, so sorry, sir." The waiter apologized, as he set his tray down and started to dab a rag at Phil's shirt.

"Oh that sucks! Here," Darcy said as she reached for a clean napkin, handing it to Phil.

"It's fine, it's fine," Phil said looking up at the waiter. Figures that the date had been going wonderful, and now the moment was ruined by some clumsy waiter. Phil stood up and looked at Darcy. "I'm going to see if I can get some of this out. I'll be back in a second."

"I am so sorry, sir. I'll talk to my manager and see if I can do something for you," the waiter apologized again.

"It's okay," Phil nodded to the waiter. "Darce, I'll be right back."

"I'll be here," she said as she poked around at her salad.

Phil walked into the restroom and turned the water from the faucet on. Was it supposed to be hot water or cold water? Maybe it was club soda? He couldn't remember what they said got wine out of clothing. Did you treat it the same way as blood stains? He grumbled as he looked at his ruined shirt in mirror. He had wanted to look nice for Darcy, even though he knew she wouldn't care if he had a huge stain on his shirt. He rubbed a paper towel at his shirt and shook his head. There was no way in hell that water was going get the stain out.

Oh well.


Darcy sighed as she waited for Phil to return from the restroom. She took a bite of food and then a sip of wine. "He's probably in there trying to scrub it clean," she thought. She didn't care if he had a huge red stain on his shirt though, he could have been in totally grubby, grungy clothes and she'd still be into him just as much. Darcy wasn't superficial or materialistic in any way shape or form. She looked around the terrace, it was nice that there was no one else out here, it made it feel like she and Phil had the whole place to themselves. Maybe when he got back and sat down, she give him a few nibbles on his neck. Yeah, that sounded like a perfect idea, she thought smiling to herself. She allowed herself to play out in her mind what she'd do to him when he got back. Darcy jumped slightly, snapping out of her daydream, when a hand was gently placed on her shoulder.

"There's my sexy man," she said turning her head a little and placing a kiss on the hand on her shoulder. Darcy's eyes flicked up to look at Phil, except it wasn't him. She opened her mouth to scream, but before she could get any sound out, a rag clamped over her mouth.

Soon as Phil exited the restroom, he felt that something wasn't right. It was the same feeling he got when he was on a top secret mission. That weird sensation in the pit of his stomach that made his heart begin to beat faster. He picked up his pace as he walked down the hall and out to the terrace. Darcy was no longer sitting at the table. She was gone. He moved to the center of the terrace and turned in a circle as he scanned the area. Then he moved to the table to look for any clues, it looked completely fine. No sign of a struggle what so ever. If he still didn't have that feeling in his stomach, he may have thought that Darcy had just got up to use the restroom. He began to curse himself for being so careless; he should have never left her side. Not even for the two minutes that he was gone. AIM had followed them, most likely all day. Now Darcy was gone and it was all his fault. He swore to god, that if they hurt her in any way, that there would be hell to pay.

Phil reached for his phone and flipped it open. He pressed a code into the screen and it brought up a map with a blinking red dot. S.H.I.E.L.D had injected Darcy with a microscopic tracking device just in case something like this happened. He was so thankful that they did; he could now get to her quickly without wasting too much time. He switched screens on his phone and dialed a number; it rang twice and then a voice picked up.

"Coulson?"

"Barton, I need you to get down to the Old Mill warehouse ASAP." Phil spoke quickly as he jumped the terrace gate and headed towards his car.

"Whoa, what's up?" Barton asked over the phone. He was already shoving some of his gear into a duffle bag and heading out the door. He knew when Phil said ASAP, he meant it.

"Darcy is missing," Phil said as he popped the trunk of his car. He hung up the phone and shoved it back into his pocket. There was a little compartment under the floor of the trunk and he opened it up, pulling a shiny metal case out. Quickly he punched in a code and the case popped open revealing several weapons. Phil grabbed is favorite semi-automatic pistol and slammed the trunk shut. He jumped into the driver's seat and started the car up, and it squealed out of the parking lot towards the warehouse.

It was time to get his Darcy back.