"We found him."

The calm, emotionless statement drew Darcy's attention immediately. Her eyes met a hard green gaze as Tasha stepped further into the family room. The red-head maintained a cold façade as she glided forward and perched on the corner of the table. "Okay," Darcy replied, drawing out the word even as confusion furrowed her brow. No one was missing to the best of her knowledge. The spy's remote behavior had her worried though. It meant Tasha was doing her best to repress something – fear, anger, pain…whatever was going on, it was pushing buttons. "Found who?"

"The hit and run driver," Tasha answered. No emotion touched that pale mask or the icy gaze. "The mole…the traitor."

The hiss in the last word meant Tasha's control might break at any time. Darcy took a deep breath, forcing down her own reactions. It wasn't that she didn't want to start demanding answers, especially considering the number of times she and Phil had ended up hurt or in danger, but she knew she needed to calm Tasha down first. She reached out and placed her hand on the other woman's arm. "Tasha," she said soothingly. "It's-"

"It is not alright," Tasha bit out, coming to her feet and striding to the window. Her gaze should probably have melted the glass considering the strength of her glare. "We trusted him…I trusted him." She folded her arms over her chest.

Darcy hid a wince. That meant the mole was even higher in SHIELD's hierarchy than any of them had suspected. They knew he had to be someone; otherwise he would not have the kind of authority it took to get access to their files. Considering the strength of Tasha's reaction though...it was someone they had never considered, someone they never thought to include on the list. "Who?" she asked softly. Tasha's shoulders twitched, but she said nothing. "Tasha?" Darcy never raised her voice, never changed her tone, but the demand was clear. Before the other woman could speak, however, another voice broke in.

"Widow's pissed at herself."

Tasha bared her teeth at the newcomer, but Darcy merely raised an eyebrow as she turned to meet Bucky's dark gaze. "Oh?"

"Yeah," he nodded, leveling a cool glare at the redhead. "Apparently she believes she should have been omniscient about the man." His shoulders lifted in a careless shrug. "Never mind the fact the man had all of the SHIELD brass fooled, even Hill."

"Who is-?" Darcy started only to be interrupted as Tasha stalked forward.

"I should have-"

"What?" Another voice cut in on the redhead's and all three glanced up as Clint leaned on the open door jamb. "Pulled out your fancy magic 8 ball to demand his identity? He had everyone fooled."

Darcy tried again. "Really, guys, who is-?"

Tasha started muttering in Russian with the two men tossing words back at her ever so often. Darcy eyed the three of them for several long moments before lifting one hand to rub her forehead. "JARVIS," she said quietly. "If you please?" A piercing mechanical whistle sounded and brought all other noise to an abrupt silence. "Thank you." Her voice almost sounded too loud in the sheer stillness of the room, but she continued. "Would someone please fill me in?" The three of them exchanged speaking glances, and she put on her best resolve face. "Now, please."

"Carlyle Pallis," Bucky told her as he sat down in a chair and sprawled back against the cushions.

Darcy blinked in surprise. "The head of the Internal Security department?"

"Yep," Bucky nodded. "Fury's pissed."

"He trusted him," Tasha pointed out, her voice still tight and unhappy.

"Let me get this straight," she said, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Clint chuckled and she glared. He shrugged. "Sorry, but the whole pinching the nose thing? You get that from Dad you know."

"Yes, well, thank you," she told him dryly. "I'll be sure to keep an eye on the habits I'm picking up. Now, back to-"

"I think it's cute, in a weird, disturbing sort of way actually," he continued blithely, ignoring her attempt to move on. "I mean, I don't really want to think of how or why you're spending enough time with someone as busy as Coulson to pick up these kinds of habits, but, hey, whatever."

"Clint-" she started.

"I like how she's picked up his patient, but unhappy face," Bucky chimed in, giving her a quick smile when her green eyes turned towards him with a sharp look. "They tag team the baby agents now. No one's sure who to be more cautious around."

"I'm going to give you both a reason for caution in a minute," she warned them. "Let's see how funny you think it is when you're twitching and drooling on the ground."

"Oh, she threatening with the taser already," Clint tossed a grin at his fellow spy. "I think she's serious."

"Good odds," Bucky agreed, mischief beginning to glimmer in his smile.

"What is going on?" Darcy demanded, her voice finally snapping with irritation. "I've been interrupted more in the past five minutes than I usually get from Tony on a bad day. I want some answers and I'm tired of being distracted…." Her voice trailed off as the light bulb finally clicked on in her head. She buried her face in her hands, taking several deep breaths before pinning the three of them with a single look. "Spill."

"Carlyle Pallis is a xenophobe," Tasha replied crisply. "He's decided SHIELD is taking too lenient a line with the recent influx of aliens. "

Clint continued the story. "He's decided, in all his fanatical genius, that since Thor started the influx then he could put a stop to them by preventing Thor from coming back to Earth. In order to do that, he needed access to Jane and her end of the Bifrost."

"The only way to get to Jane was to go through or around the team," Bucky concluded, "but that meant getting past you and Phil. So he decided to get at least one of you out of the picture…both would be preferable."

"So one guy with a dose of alien prejudice and a heavier dose of stupid is behind everything," she sighed. "Great. Where is Phil?"

"Interrogation," came the three note chorus.

"And you three…?" She let the question be more implied than direct, but they picked up on it handily and did a quick exchange of glances. "Telepathy later, people," she insisted, her eyes shifting between the three of them.

"Coulson thought you would want to know immediately about the mole's capture," Clint replied.

Bucky smirked at her. "And he wants you to remain here until he's finished."

"I believe he has something planned in honor of the occasion," Tasha finished, her shoulders subtly relaxing as her lips curved in the hint of a smile.

Darcy lifted an eyebrow, but JARVIS broke in before she could speak. "Miss Lewis, Agent Coulson would like you to meet him in the garage in thirty minutes dressed in something 'classy and red'."

She blinked in surprise before rising to her feet. Glancing around, she met three identical and knowing smirks. "Oh, behave," she muttered with a shake of her head. A laugh tried to bubble up in her throat as she made her way to the door. It looked like the insanity was finally over and they could just relax.

"So," she heard Clint's voice behind her. "Who's crashing Mom and Dad's night out?"

Then again…when it came to this particular family, 'over' was kind of relative.