Darcy smiled to herself as she entered the bedroom; she had definitely made a little impression on Agent Coulson by walking out in a towel. But hey, she really needed to see if he had any clothes she could borrow. And walking out in a towel was better than walking out in nothing. She opened the top drawer and found a couple of t-shirts. She grabbed a grey one that had the SHIELD logo on it. There were a pair of black sweatpants in there also, so she grabbed those, as well. Darcy quickly changed and then smiled as she looked in the mirror. It was nice to have some clean clothes on finally.

"Darcy, food's here." She heard Coulson shout from the living room.

Quickly she twisted her hair up and pinned it on top of her head before she headed out of the room. Phil was already unpacking the takeout bag when she came into the kitchen area. He had everything laid out on the table along with plates, bowls, glasses, and napkins. Everything was neat and orderly. If it were Darcy she'd totally just eat the food right out of the carton. Why dirty a plate when you didn't have too.

"You know, I don't mind eating out of the carton. No need to get all fancy."

Phil looked up and couldn't help but looking her up and down. Twice. Darcy didn't seem to notice though because she was already grabbing a carton of Pad Thai and heading out to the living room. "Can I get you something to drink?" He asked.

"Do you have any wine?" Darcy smiled between shoving a heaping chopstick full of noodles in her mouth.

"Wine?" he asked, arching his eyebrow.

"Yeah wine. Comes out of a bottle. Well I've only had it come out of a box, but I know it comes in bottles too. Red wine is my favorite, but I'll drink anything you got." She replied with a mouthful of food.

Well at least she didn't ask for a beer. Coulson didn't know if he had wine in here anymore or not, but he'd check. He opened the top cupboard and moved a bottle of vegetable oil (why hell did he have that?) and sure enough he actually had a bottle of red wine. He didn't know if he should he give her alcohol, she was loopy enough without it. But he guessed a small glass couldn't hurt. He poured two glasses and grabbed the other box of Pad Tai with his other hand and carefully carried everything out to the living room.

"Ah …wine ….thanks!" Darcy said as she took the glasses and set them on the coffee table. Coulson sat down on the far edge of the couch and began to eat his food. Of course Darcy, being the way she was scooted closer to him. "Thanks for the clothes. And sorry if your shirt is stretched out when you get it back. I got a lot going on up here."

Coulson looked over at her and then down at her hand waving in front of her chest. He quickly averted his eyes and choked on his food a little.

"Little too spicy for you?" Darcy grinned. He might be a badass in whole black ops field, but in the social woman department he appeared to be rather shy. It was kinda cute.

"It's okay, you can keep the clothes." He said after a moment.

"Thanks. I feel like I'm a part of SHIELD now, ya know, …wearing the clothes and everything. Who knows, maybe someday I can actually be an agent. I've got a good background in political science, not to mention I've already seen Gods. I've worked with Jane Foster. Yeah, I've seen a lot more than your average person. I might be a good fit." She took a bite of her noodles, and he looked over her and smiled. Darcy how ever looked down and bit her lip.

"You look like the cat that swallowed the canary." Coulson observed, slowly chewing his food as he looked at her sudden change in expression.

"Ummm yeah …You know how I used your shower. Wellll ….since I didn't have any of my own stuff ….I sorta used yours. Just your shampoo and your Alpine Springs…" Her voice trailed off, and she nibbled on her bottom lip again.

"And?" Coulson asked as he felt that maybe there was more to the story.

She grinned sheepishly, "and ….your shaving cream and your razor. But my legs really were in need. Hey, I didn't touch your toothbrush, I know that would be a little too personal." She said quickly.

A toothbrush too personal? How on earth was he going to shave his face now with the mental image of her shaving her legs with the same razor etched in mind forever?

This girl was going to be the death of him.