So much for being on time, Phil thought, as he walked into the SHIELD headquarters precisely twenty-three minutes after his shift was supposed to start. He shook his head in disappointment as he slid his badge through the time clock, this was not going to go unnoticed by Fury. That was a fact. It's not like agents had never been late to work before, and usually things weren't said unless it became a habit. However, since Phil had never been late more than a minute or two, he was sure it would be the talk of the office today.

He walked down the hallway with his heels clicking quickly as he headed towards his office. He was going to grab a cup of coffee at the cafeteria, but changed his mind when saw Clint Barton standing in there, eating a bagel with a big smirk on his face. No need to be drilled by Barton this early in the morning.

He finally got to his office, scanned his badge at the door and walked in tossing his briefcase on the chair. He sat down in front of his computer and began his work for the day. He had a stack of forms that needed to be signed as well as three reports to type out. He'd be seriously lucky if he finished it all by the time he told Darcy that he'd be home tonight. Phil picked up his pen and moved the papers in front on him to sign, at least this was something easy that could be taken care of quickly. Then he'd move on to typing up reports and then finish debriefing Agent Miller. And shit, he just remembered he had a four 'o' clock meeting with Sitwell and Morris. This was going to be an extremely long day.

A coffee would be really nice right now, especially since he was up a lot later than he was normally used to, the caffeine jolt would be the kickstart he needed. He rubbed his shoulders that were aching slightly and rolled his head from side to side, god, he was more sore from last night than a training session had ever left him. Phil yawned as he continued his mindless signing of paperwork, letting his thoughts drift off to the night before.

"God, You kiss good... so good..." Darcy said breathlessly in between the kisses Phil was giving her.

"Mmmm... You too." He slipped his hands down off her shoulders, and rubbed her back softly as she nibbled on his neck.

"Sexy secret agent man..." She said in between nibbles.

He chuckled softly and pulled her chin up so that their lips met again. He deepened his kiss this time, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Her tongue met his back almost instantly, kissing him with eagerness. Her hands played with his neck tie for a few moments before moving down to the buttons on his shirt. Slowly one by one she popped them open, and then ran her fingers over his undershirt.

"Mmmm..." She moaned into his mouth as his hands slipped up under the t-shirt she was wearing. "Oohhh, that's nice... Mmmm..."

More fiery kisses, several items of clothing removed, and soon they were both standing up moving towards his bedroom. "Right here, baby." Darcy whispered, as he pushed her gently against the wall, and claimed her neck with his mouth.

"...here?" He questioned, looking up at her with an arched eyebrow.

"Here. I want you now." Darcy moaned.

"The bedroom is only a few-"

"Shut up." She whispered, clawing at his undershirt, pulling it up slightly. Phil grabbed her hands away and then stripped the shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. Darcy tickled her fingers over the hair on his stomach and chest. "Mmm... Me likey..." She grinned, nibbling on her lip seductively. Her hands wandered down slowly, toying with the waistband of his boxers. "I want you right here..."

"Okay, little miss bossy." He whispered back with a smile playing on his lips, pressing her body firmly against the wall. He took one of her legs and lifted it up even with his hip. "Wrap your legs around me, sweetheart." He said softly as he moved his head down to lick the curve of her collarbone.

"Mmmm Phil... That's so good..."

"Phil! Phil! Agent Coulson!"

Phil's hand jerked across his paperwork as he snapped out of his daydream, leaving a streak of black ink across half of the paper and onto the top of his desk. He looked up to see Agent Sitwell, leaning up against the door frame with a cup of steaming coffee in his hand.

"Been trying to get your attention for a couple of minutes." Sitwell said, taking a sip of his coffee. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Just got caught up in work," Coulson said as he rubbed vigorously at the ink on his desk. "Meeting at four today, correct?"

"Yeah. Should be a blast, Agent Morris is leading it. He'll probably go off on a tangent like he usually does. This meeting better not last as long as the last one he led." Sitwell shook his head. "So how's your mission going?"

"Mission?"

"That AIM thing." Sitwell clarified.

"Oh. I haven't heard if they've been tracked down or not. I suspect it shouldn't take more than a couple of days. Then Miss Lewis can get back to her normal life." Phil nodded. And I can get back on with mine. He added in thought.

"Good. Well, see you at four for the meeting fun fest." Sitwell waved his hand slightly and then headed out.

He glanced over at the clock on the wall after Sitwell had left. 11:45. Where the hell did the time go? How long was he sitting at his desk in a trance thinking about last night? He groaned, and then stood up. He needed to get something to eat if he were going to get anything done today. Maybe then, he could forget about Darcy and get on with work.

Perhaps he was just being paranoid, but it seemed like everyone that he walked passed was giving him an odd look, like they knew what he did last night with Darcy. "Morning." He said with a nod to an agent as he entered the cafeteria.

"Good night last night, Agent Coulson?" The agent asked.

Phil gave him a puzzled look and then nodded. "Same as usual." He knitted his brows together slightly and then gave the agent another nod as he walked towards the lunch line. Just as he grabbed a salad, his personal phone beeped with a text message. He reached into his pocket and flicked his phone open:

{Hey where do u keep your laundry soap?}

He sighed, setting his salad back in the case and walked over to one of the tables that was in a less crowded part of the cafeteria and began to type a reply back.

{I don't have any.}

A second later his phone buzzed again

{For real? How do you wash your clothes?}

{I send it out.} He typed back, sitting down at the table.

{Even your underwear? Why do you have a washer/dryer then?}

{Came with the place. I'll pick some up on my way home.} He typed.

A second later the phone buzzed.

{I'm bored.}

Phil shook his head. {TV?} He typed, glancing over at the salad that he really should be eating instead of doing this.

{Nothing on. When will u be home?}

{Later. Read?}

The phone buzzed almost immediately.

{Already read all your comics I could find. U R a nerd! :-P}

Phil's lip twitched, and he started to type. {Maybe a lit

"Agent Coulson."

Phil shut his phone quickly and stood up, turning to face the voice. "Director Fury."

"My office in five." Fury said with a slight nod of his head.

Shit.

Phil didn't even bother picking up his phone again to finish texting Darcy. Director Fury wanted him in his office, and that was never a good sign. Phil sighed, looking over at the food that he never got to eat. He started to walk out, but decided to stop and grab a coffee quickly. Nothing like filling up on coffee on an empty stomach. It was better than nothing.

"Sir? You wanted to see me?" Phil said as he poked his head into Fury's office. Fury nodded and waved him in.

"Have a seat agent. I'll be with you in a moment." Fury said as he went back to whatever it was that he was doing.

Phil pulled out a chair and sat down, watching his coffee swirl around in the cup as he stirred it. Fury sat at his desk intently typing something up on his computer, almost seeming to forget that Phil was sitting directly across from him. He took a sip of his coffee and glanced over at the open packet of powdered donuts that sat on the desk.

God, he'd kill for one of those right now.

"I need you to be a mediator between Sitwell and Morris today at the meeting." Fury finally said, turning to Coulson. He placed his elbows on the desk and folded his fingers together. "You know how they get. I don't need them locking horns again. And with the subject matter of the mission, it's going to heat up between the two of them. Also, in addition to debriefing Agent Miller, I need you to debrief Agent McAllister as well. She just came back from Iran this morning. That's all." Fury nodded.

"Yessir." Phil stood up, scooted the chair back in and headed for the door. He felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, Fury hadn't mentioned-

"Oh, and Phil, I noticed that you came in late this morning."

There it was.

Phil turned around, "Sorry sir. It won't-"

Fury waved his hand. "First time in twenty years. I think I can let that slide. I just assumed you were up late last night with Miss Lewis."

"Sir?" Phil almost choked on his coffee.

"Getting her settled in. I know it's a major change than what you're used to. She'll probably be out of your hair in a day or two." Fury said as he turned back to his computer.

The rest of the day seemed to drag on. The two debriefings that Phil over saw seemed to take forever. Agent Miller had a bit of a hard time remembering the details of his mission and Agent McAllister had been seriously injured in Iran, all she could do was nod 'yes or no' to Coulson's questions. He was so ready to go home. Darcy had sent him three other text messages, but Phil hadn't replied to any of them. He needed to get as much work done today as he possibly could. And now it was four 'o'clock, and he had to sit here and play referee between Sitwell and Morris. For the last twenty minutes, he had to endure their banter and arguing, and now they were just being silent, glaring at each other as they came to some sort of stand still.

Phil tipped his head back slightly, closing his eyes. He had slept good last night, really good, even though he didn't get as many hours as he normally did. The sex he had been extraordinary, but the cuddling afterwards... Darcy resting her head on his chest, his arm wrapped around her waist, and their hands entwined together, it made him feel a sense of euphoria just thinking about it. It had been a very, very long time since he had anything like that.

"What do you think, Agent Coulson?"

"Huh?" Phil asked snapping back into to reality.

Morris and Sitwell both gave him an odd look. "Should we move on HYDRA or do we wait until we have more info from Agent Conners?" Sitwell asked.

"Oh, um..." Phil nodded, forgetting about Darcy as he started share his thoughts to Morris and Sitwell. "We should make a move. Here's what I think we should do..."

Finally, the meeting was over. It had taken a lot longer than normal to explain to Morris why moving in on the HYDRA camp would be better now than waiting. Of course, Morris had to argue back, which led to Sitwell saying a few choice words, which led to Morris telling both Sitwell and Coulson to 'go fuck themselves'. Coulson finally got the two agents to cool down and agree, and the meeting was officially over. He often wondered why Fury always chose him to play 'Super Nanny', whether it be with SHIELD agents or 'super heroes', he always seemed to be the go to guy.

He just couldn't believe it was ten-after-seven already. The day had flown by, and he didn't seem to get a damned thing accomplished. The paperwork he started was still sitting there... under the new paperwork that was now piled up on it. He really felt like the worst agent ever. Phil grabbed his briefcase and shoved a pile of papers into it. He would be doing some homework tonight to try and get caught up for tomorrow. It was probably a good thing though, now he'd have an excuse to lock himself away in his office until it was time to go to bed. He flipped the light off and headed out of his office in a rush to the front door.

"Hot date tonight?" A voice called from the shadowy part of the foyer, just as Phil opened the door.

Barton.

He managed to go all day without an encounter with him. Almost.

He stopped and turned back just as Clint came into view. "Nope. Just want to get home. Why?"

"Because you've been acting... a bit off today. So I heard, anyways. And, you're blowing outta here like your car is on fire. Just thought there was something... someone you needed to get home to. Darcy Lewis is staying with you, right?" Clint asked as he leaned up against the wall.

"You know she is, Barton. You're supposed to be on the detail team taking care of the AIM problem. Or did you forget that already?" Coulson asked coolly.

Clint just grinned, "It's probably weird for you, huh? Having a teenage girl staying with you."

"She's in college."

"You were late this morning."

"Traffic." Phil said as he looked up at the clock on the wall. It was now 7:30, and he still had to stop at the store and get laundry soap and pick up something for dinner. He didn't have time to play twenty questions with nosey Barton right now. "See you tomorrow morning for some drills."

Clint furrowed his brows together. "That's not on my itinerary."

Phil gave him a wry smile. "It is now. See you tomorrow at oh-six-hundred sharp, Agent Barton." He said with a wave of his hand and walked out the door.

Clint stood there shaking his head, mouth hanging slightly open, as he watched Coulson leave.

Son of a Bitch.