Okay, I'm getting a new laptop right at Christmas time, so my updating will be slow until then. The computer is a bust, and no one really uses it but me, so the laptop will have to do. Sorry for so many late updates, like I said, my computer doesn't work and yeah…but, I'm so happy that you guys like this story! It takes me a long time to get Darcy to be just right, so I think about her a lot. You guys, have no idea how much I love Darcy and Clint together, hell; I even RP the pairing on Twitter! Anyways, the computer lab at my junior college will have to do for now, but most of the time I'm doing college work, so please, forgive me! Well, I hope you enjoy the meeting! Dun, dun, DUN!
Chapter 3
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"Do you have anyone who visits you anytime during the week?" Barton roughly asked as he scanned her small apartment, taking every single speck of dirt there was. Well, damn! If she had known he was going to arrive that night, she would have made sure to clean the place up a bit. She caught sight of an old, moldy sandwich she left beside the couch days ago, from when she fell asleep while watching "The Walking Dead." If Barton saw that…oh bloody fish sticks.
"Erm…not really." She replied, casually trying to make her way across the living room, hoping he wouldn't see the monstrosity that was her chicken sandwich. He didn't even look at her as he suddenly disappeared into her room, making her sigh in relief. Darcy kind of hoped she didn't have a bra lying around, heaven forbid. She quickly dashed to the couch, and forced herself to pick up the damn sandwich that was making her life mighty difficult at the moment.
Feeling overly disgusted, she turned to make her way towards the kitchen trashcan, but Barton suddenly appeared again, face expressionless. "Miss Lewis, I would suggest that you…
Shit!
Out of instinct, she tossed the chicken sandwich towards the window, hoping it fly off before Barton saw it. Instead, the chicken sandwich smacked against the window she thought was open, and both she and Barton watched as the little bastard slid down the window, making sure it left a nice long streak of residue, mind you.
No more chicken sandwiches.
Nope.
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She Jane had been separated. Well, not really, but Jane was taken to another room in order to speak with Agent Romanoff. Darcy was glad to realize that she finally got Romanoff's name right. Not knowing her name was killing her, it also saved Darcy some trouble. What if she went up to her and said, "Yo, Agent Rollingstone," or some shit like that? Hm, Rolling Stones…
"Darcy, get your head in the game, Barton is about to walk through those doors, and you're talking about Rolling Stones? Rolling Stones? Gah-lee!" She groaned, sitting back in her chair. Her heart was racing, what if he did recognize her? What if the reason he left was because he didn't want to deal with her? Now she was over thinking it, just how she over thinks everything.
The room was too quiet, and she was about to play some "Avenged Sevenfold" on her phone when there was a sudden small beep from one of the doors. She felt her heart stop as a second beep was heard, followed by the sound of two doors sliding open. She felt someone step into the room behind her. The silence he was emitting was deafening, and she didn't dare peek behind her. Darcy heard the slight ruffle of paperwork, and felt his footsteps resounding loudly as he neared her. It was Clint Barton, she knew he was. It was the only man she ever came across that made her feel that way…
Damn him.
"Miss Lewis." He suddenly broke the silence, making Darcy jump out of her skin. His voice, it was so cold, so stoic, so unlike Barton. When she had first met him, his voice was so sexy; man, did she regret not telling him her name.
"Darcy…"
"….Darcy."
Yes.
"Miss Lewis, may we continue, or am I supposed to wait for you all afternoon until you regain your focus." His cool tone cut through her daydream, turning it into a nightmare of reality. She chanced a look, and saw him finally take his seat. He had a scowl on his face; his eyes were serious, finding the folder full of paper far more interesting than Darcy. She couldn't believe she had given herself up to this guy. He was so different from that night three years ago. Well, he looked the same, and he had that same, "Stay away," atmosphere to him. Man, she was so disappointed…
Darcy wasn't going to lie to herself, she was hoping, some small spot in her heart, was picturing a reunion. Not a jolly good, reunion, but more of an awkward meeting, where it would end with Barton inviting her out for some coffee, but no, he just sat there, no recognition in his eyes, and glaring at her.
Wait…
He didn't seem too happy.
"I don't like this babysitting job, so work with me here, so we can both get out of this situation as soon as we can." He snapped.
Ouch…
"What do you want me to do…?" She asked, gulping slightly while gazing around, and trying hard to avoid the empty look in his eyes. What was his beef? Was he always this big of an asshole? She didn't like assholes…
"Answer some questions. What's your schedule? Where do you go? Who do you talk to? I'm going to be your shadow. I need as much Intel as possible. We'll be able to check potential threats if I have this information." He looked through the paperwork, jotting down something on the papers. Is he for real? She had NO life, and she wasn't going to admit it either, not to him, fuck that.
She shrugged.
His jaw clenched. What a gorgeous jaw, she remembered kissing that jaw…
"I'm being serious, Miss Lewis, it's necessary for you…"
"What's with this 'Miss Lewis' deal? It makes me feel old, guy. Just call me Darcy, or Darce for short. Well, I take Darce back, you and I aren't that hip yet, yo." She leaned back, surprised by her sudden burst of bravery.
He did not look at all amused, even if she did say it in a playful manner. Did he have a sense of humor? Obviously he never heard of the word 'joke' before, seeing that he was burning a hole in her face with his eyes. Seriously, what happened to him? Maybe he's always been like that, and she was blinded by her passion, that she didn't see how he used her body like a horny man would use a prostitute. Ugh, did she seriously compare herself to a hooker? Well, she might as well be one, since she did throw herself at him with no shame.
"Are you trying to be funny?" He asked in a low voice.
She didn't stop to think. "Yes."
There was a stony silence, before he gathered the papers together, ignoring her presence. After he got everything in order, he stood up, and walked out of the room, just like that. She was both shocked, and confused. He was supposed to be her bodyguard, and he just up and left? Really? Really!?
Darcy stood up in annoyance when she heard Barton open the door to leave. She wanted to have the last word, and yelled, "You asshole!" The word vibrated and echoed around the room, just as Dr. Banner entered, receiving the blow of the insult. Darcy looked startled.
"Er…I was just looking for Lysol…" Banner replied, awkwardly walking past Darcy.
Right…
…
"He was a total rat's ass, Jane. The guy obviously had something stuck up his pie hole." Darcy blurted out, balancing her cellphone on her lap. The taxi driver flickered his eyes towards her, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he laughed slightly. Darcy beamed at him before she turned her attention back to her phone.
"Darcy, this guy is supposed to protect you. Irking him so early on the job is probably not a good idea, he might let you die if someone attacked you or something, I don't know." Jane's voice came from the other end. She was on speaker as Darcy looked out the window, on her way to her apartment. What a rotten day it's been, she was finally reunited with her tall, dark, handsome man; if you could call it a reunion.
He didn't remember her at all? She thought she had left some sort of impression, but probably not. Darcy couldn't help but feel slightly miserable. "Darcy…? What's wrong, it's nothing but silence on your end."
Darcy snapped out of her thoughts for the umpteenth time that day. "Sorry, I got distracted, by this cute taxi driver." She teased the man.
"I'm married." He replied almost immediately. She could have sworn he started to go faster. Rejected. Lame!
Jane laughed from the other end. "Look, Darce, don't give him such a hard time. He's only trying to do his job, besides; he's probably just moody because he was made to do a crap job." She told Darcy.
"Wow, Jane, thanks for telling me I'm crap." Darcy faked offense.
"You're welcome." Jane, she loved her. They spoke for a few more minutes, but Darcy had to say her good-byes after arriving at her apartment complex. She got out of the car, and poked her head through the window.
"How much do I owe ya, guy?" She asked him, getting out her wallet that was decorated with all kinds of stickers from different Disney movies. The driver shook his head.
"From what I've heard, you've had a rough day. This one's on me." He smiled, nodding. Awww! Not all men were douchebags! How nice.
She happily waved at him as he pulled away. "Thank you! You rock!"
When the taxi disappeared out of sight, she sighed as she dragged herself towards her apartment. She swore she thought it felt like miles, walking up the stairs. She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes, yawning, and looking forward to food and T.V.
"But first, Darcy Lewis, you will enjoy a nice long bath of—shit!" She cried out when she looked towards her apartment door. Leaning against the wall next to her door, was Clint Barton, sporting a leather jacket. Why was the damn bird so sexy? Heh, heh, bird. Heh, heh, Birdy…
Dude, seriously!
"What are you doing here…?" She asked him, giving him a suspicious look, and dramatically walking around him, giving him a good sign that she did not welcome him.
His face was expressionless. "I'm here to check your apartment and make sure is safe for you to stay in." Barton replied effortlessly. Curse the day Thor fell from the sky and forcing Erik, Jane, and herself into this mess. Who did those agents think they were? Agents of Fate?
"What's this, "The Adjustment Bureau," or some other weird crap?" She asked. Barton merely gave her a blank look.
"What?"
"Never mind." She muttered, getting her keys out and opening the door. She reluctantly let him in, and he immediately swept in like a bird.
"Do you have anyone who visits you anytime during the week?" Barton roughly asked as he scanned her small apartment, taking every single speck of dirt there was. Well, damn! If she had known he was going to arrive that night, she would have made sure to clean the place up a bit. She caught sight of an old, moldy sandwich she left beside the couch days ago, from when she fell asleep while watching "The Walking Dead." If Barton saw that…oh bloody fish sticks.
"Erm…not really." She replied, casually trying to make her way across the living room, hoping he wouldn't see the monstrosity that was her chicken sandwich. He didn't even look at her as he suddenly disappeared into her room, making her sigh in relief. Darcy kind of hoped she didn't have a bra lying around, heaven forbid. She quickly dashed to the couch, and forced herself to pick up the damn sandwich that was making her life mighty difficult at the moment.
Feeling overly disgusted, she turned to make her way towards the kitchen trashcan, but Barton suddenly appeared again, face expressionless. "Miss Lewis, I would suggest that you…
Shit!
Out of instinct, she tossed the chicken sandwich towards the window, hoping it'd fly off before Barton saw it. Instead, the chicken sandwich smacked against the window she thought was open, and both she and Barton watched as the little bastard slid down the window, making sure it left a nice long streak of residue, mind you.
No more chicken sandwiches.
Nope.
Barton caught her eye, before ducking out away, heading out of her apartment. "Wait, that's it?" She followed him out. All that humiliation for nothing!? Bullshit!
"No, I'm going to continue to observe this place. You should head inside, and lock your door, just in case." He replied, as he walked a few feet before stopping next door. She watched in disbelief as he pulled out his own set of keys, unlocking the door, and heading inside, all while shrugging off his jacket.
Next door!? He's going to be living next door!?
Is S.H.I.E.L.D. for real?
Well, she didn't care who they were, nothing was going to keep her from being a bitch neighbor. This time, she will make sure that Barton will remember her. And he will remember her as Darcy fucking Lewis.
Time to tase some ass.
Hell yeah! That's it for now. Don't worry; the next chapter will be nothing but Darcy and Barton, with conflict, and funny stuff! Well, see y'all next time! This was just a little opening to something big!