A/N: I still love Darcy. So have this little pairing with Hawkeye!
Enjoy!
"Who genetically engineers plants!?" Darcy hisses as ivy wraps around legs quite of its own accord. She's glaring at Hawkeye who is now also being trussed by the greenery.
"Apparently he does." Clint snipes back and she gives him a droll look.
"Don't you have weed killer on you?" The vines tighten in response to her question and she squawks, her ankles locked together suddenly, causing her to tip over and fall straight into Clint. Similarly bound on the legs the pair fall into the plants around them and groan at the contact. The plants start to slacken and both are aware of a white cloud seeming to settle at the corners of their vision.
"Do you see that?" Clint whispers, unsure of the plants roiling around their legs.
"The mist? I see it, what did we land on?" Darcy grunts, lifting herself up to see the hemp sacking that broke their fall. Brushing leaves and dirt aside she frowned at the word that appeared below them. "Amore Santalales?" She quizzed staring at Hawkeye, who seemed closer than before. He'd propped himself up on one elbow and had definitely shifted closer. Instead of being alarmed by this, Darcy found herself grateful for his presence and leant closer to him.
"No idea." He said softly and pressed his lips to hers in a heat searing kiss. Darcy's brain rocketed through every emotion before short circuiting at the pressure. When it re-engaged, she found herself rocking against Clint's body, her hand cupping his face, while his hands kept her close to him. They were kissing in a frenzy, barely gasping for air as they were determined to get as close to one another as clothes would allow.
They would be found like that by Tasha and Cap, both of whom had respirators on. Neither Darcy nor Clint were willing to part for too long and they spent the journey back to SHIELD's nearest safe house wrapped in one another's embrace, nor would they consent to be parted for examinations. They barely paid attention when Maria told them she found a concentrated form of mistletoe in their system, apparently their latest green fingered baddie had found a way to turn it into an aphrodisiac, and Clint and Darcy had fallen onto the sacks of the dust, explaining their new infatuation with one another.
"Does it work on anyone? Like a date rape drug?" Natasha said, faintly nauseated as Darcy shifted into Clint's lap, still kissing fervently.
"Not sure, we can test." Maria shrugs.
"I am going to regret asking this but how…" Cap groaned.
"Well I'll take some of it, and give some to Tony… we know we definitely do not have dormant feelings for one another." Maria suggested and Tony huffed.
"Why am I the guinea pig?" He whined.
"Because you normally give Bruce things to drink or inhale." Maria shrugged. "You're like Sherlock Holmes … constantly testing on his Watson." She smirked and Tony's expression soured.
"Fine, hand me the damn vial." He held out a hand. "It'll be interesting if I find Hill's annoying butt so attractive I'll want her grinding on me like Miss Lewis is currently doing to Legolas." He grimaces at the sight.
"Can you two stop." Tasha snaps at Clint and Darcy, they blink slowly at her, as if they'd forgotten they were surrounded by their teammates. Teammates who were now strapping on respirators.
But, they go back to kissing as Maria and Tony inhale the dust with a few coughs and splutters and stand there expectantly staring at one another. It soon becomes apparent that the Amore Santalales does not work if there isn't a pre-existing attraction. In fact it becomes increasingly clear as Maria and Tony go off in search of other people that the drug was entirely dependent on want and could not be forced.
"Maybe that's why it was stored in that warehouse instead of being filtered through the black markets?" Tasha said through her mask.
"When Tony's back as Tony we'll study the science. I don't know if Jane will want this hanging around her lab." Bruce sighs. "In the mean time I suggest we leave these two and store this…" He points at the incriminating air tight container. "Somewhere safe… I can't imagine what Valentine's Day will be like with this around." He groaned; he hated bio-hazards.
"Let's leave and get out of these respirators." Tasha nodded at her remaining team members and they quickly leave a rapidly stripping Darcy and Clint to their deserved ministrations.
"Remind me when we visit Monsieur Herba that we ask him just why he thought this was the way to take over the world." Steve says incredulously, the memory of Clint's naked butt tattooed into his memory.