Another prompt done. I do have chapters for some of the other stories written, but they need to be edited before I put anything up. Also, this piece is un-betaed (though I looked it over myself), so any errors are mine. Hopefully you guys find this funny.

Also, I wanted to quickly thank everyone who's read, reviewed, and/or favorited this story. Seeing those messages lets me know people are still reading and encourages me to write more of them (when I have time).

Anyway, enjoy everyone!

Illusinia

Prompt: argument/fight

From: avengers-tables .livejournal under 50-word prompt (yes, I do intent to use all 50 words)

Pairings: Clint/Darcy near the end, Phil/OFC

"Hello?" asked Darcy as she answered the phone in Phil Coulson's office. Coulson was in a meeting with the Avenger's at the moment and she'd opted to hang in his office while waiting for her own meeting time with him.

It was agreed between her and her dad that it would be better for them to meet in private with the final report over what exactly was wrong with the logistics division's setup that still needed repairing. She'd spent the last few days going through ever piece of equipment with her team and ferreting out all the problems. Most had been simple access issues that could be easily fixed by getting everyone the proper clearance. The rest was technological though and would require a lot more work though. Hence, the meeting. Well, when he got back.

"I'm looking for Phil," replied a female voice. One that sent Darcy's stomach plummeting.

"Um, he's not in at the moment," replied Darcy uneasily. "I'm his secretary. Would you like to leave a message?" It couldn't be who she thought it was. She had to be wrong. Against her will, her heart started pounding.

The woman on the phone chuckled. "First day?"

Darcy's heart beat harder. "Kinda. Just switched departments." Physically, she winced. Even if this wasn't who she thought (hoped?), she felt guilty for lying.

"Well, it'll get better," assured the woman. "Trust me, I remember my first day at the orchestra. It was nerve-wracking."

Fuck. Fuckity fucking fuck. Why is she calling Dad? "Y-yeah, I'm sure it'll get better. Er, sorry, I didn't get your name."

"Penelope," replied the woman. "Penelope Lewis. And you are?"

Darcy closed her eyes against the shaky breath and flutter of her heart. Along with the burst of anger. Oh, her father was dead. "I'm Darcy." Realizing a last name was probably expected, she used the first one she could think of that wasn't her actual one. "Darcy Barton." She'd consider why that had been her first thought later.

After she'd murdered her dad.

"Well, Darcy, can you please ask Phil to call me after 3?" asked Penelope. "He's supposed to meet me after the performance tonight."

Oh, he was definitely dead. "Are you his girlfriend?" She didn't realized the words had actually made it out of her mouth until she heard Penelope chuckling.

"Something like that," admitted Penelope. On her end of the phone, there was a shout of some kind. "And that would be the sound of my angry conductor informing me I have to get back to the pit. Can you give Phil my message?"

"No problem," replied Darcy quickly. She'd give him the message alright.

The woman's smile was in her voice. A smile Darcy could picture in her mind. It wasn't really a smile so much as a smirk, but it was a soft smirk. Like the kind Pepper would give Tony when he was attempting to be sweet and failing. "Thanks. And relax, it'll make it easier to adjust. Trust me, everyone gives the new girl a break."

Before Darcy could respond, she was met with a dial tone. Somewhere in her mind, she recognized the feeling of her heart breaking a little at the loss of contact. Another part of her was beyond furious that this was the first contact she'd had while her father had clearly been in contact before, likely extensively.

Carefully, she set the phone back on its cradle and lowered her head to her arms. A shaky exhale drew her attention to the tears pricking at the edges of her eyes and for a second, she allowed the water to hover there. A reminder that she wasn't her father or her mother, that she still had the emotional capacity to feel pain. That pain was gone in a heartbeat, converted to fuel for her anger.

Anger was what she used to push herself to her feet and storm from the room. It was the energy that propelled her down the halls of S.H.I.E.L.D and straight to the meeting room where the Avengers were gathered. She could hear Tony through the door, making some sort of wise crack or another. When Clint responded with his own laugh, Darcy knew the meeting was done. Which is why she allowed herself to practically throw open the meeting room door and storm inside.

"Hey Darce, what's going on?" asked Tony as he spun to look at her. How he'd known it was her was anyone's guess. She was willing to bet JARVIS had alerted him to her storming.

Darcy didn't say a word, just glared at her father meaningfully.

Phil Coulson merely raised his eyebrow in return. "Miss Lewis?"

"You got a call while you were out," replied Darcy tersely. She didn't have to tell him who had called, the way his face paled slightly told her he knew exactly who called.

"Darce?" asked Clint uneasily, eyes dating between his boss and girlfriend. "Is something wrong?"

Phil cut in before he could reply. "Meeting dismissed. I'd like to ask all of you to please leave so I may speak to Miss Lewis in private." His voice gave nothing away to the untrained ear, but Darcy knew Clint and Natasha picked up on the same faint undertone she did. The one that said he was clearly not looking forward to this discussion because he'd made one of his few fuck-ups. And she could testify, he did fuck up sometimes. Usually because of a misplaced protective instinct.

Both S.H.I.E.L.D Agents shot a curious look at their boss and concerned look at her before standing to leave. Clint paused by her side on the way out to give her a half-hug and kiss on the cheek while Natasha merely squeezed her shoulder in support before departing. Everyone else edged around her as they left, clearly not wanting to face her wrath. Her mothers glare was a very dangerous weapon, and one that she proudly wielded. Clint was the last to leave, pulling the door shut behind him.

Several minutes passed in silence once the echoing click from the door faded. Phil was still seated at the table, looking at the wood as if it could somehow save him from his daughter's wrath. Darcy stood at the other end of the table, eyes narrowed as she waited impatiently for her father to speak.

"Pen called then?" asked Phil finally as he leaned back in the chair again and leveled his gaze at Darcy. Somehow, he looked as if he'd aged years in the minutes since she entered the room.

Darcy nodded with a sigh and moved down the table to sit beside Phil. Absently, one of her hands came to rest beside his clasped ones. "Yeah. She said to call her after 3. Dad, why didn't you tell me you contacted Mom?"

Phil released his own sigh and shifted so his forehead was resting against his open palm. "I didn't know how to."

"Seriously?" asked Darcy, eyebrow rising in disbelief. "Dad, you give people worse news on a bi-monthly basis. Telling your 24 year old daughter that you're seeing her mom again shouldn't be hard. You basically say it just like that."

A faint smirk rose to Phil's lips as he lifted his head to meet his daughter's eyes. "Darcy, I'm seeing your mother again."

"Well I know that now," growled Darcy halfheartedly. "It would have been nice to know when this all started though. How long has this been going on anyway?"

Phil's cheeks turned a little pink. "She cornered me after a performance about three months ago."

Darcy felt a smile rise to her own face. "She asked you, huh?"

"Challenged me to ask her," corrected Phil. "Honestly Darcy, part of why I hadn't told you is that I wasn't sure how much of your mother actually survived. She'd been a spit-fire before, but..."

"You weren't sure she would still be the woman I knew as a child without the S.H.I.E.L.D background," finished Darcy. She'd honestly wondered the same thing. Sure, Penelope Lewis still sounded like her mother, but that kind of thing could be deceiving. "So?"

"She challenged me to ask her on a date," reminded Phil with a faint smile. "What do you think?"

Darcy's smile fell into more of a grin. "She's still the same woman."

Phil nodded, his smile falling again. "I also wasn't sure she would be interested in me as she was before." He paused for a moment, before continuing a quieter voice. "I didn't want to tell you that I was dating her, only for Pen to decide that she wasn't interested."

"Seriously dad?" asked Darcy with a cocked eyebrow. "I don't remember much of Mom from when I was younger, but I do remember how much she loved you. My memory of you and Mom, together, has been the model I've used to judge every relationship I've ever been in. Mom loved you because you are you."

Darcy paused to take a deep breath before plowing on-ward. "I asked Mom once why she chose to marry you..."

"Mommy, can I ask a question?" asked a 7-year-old Darcy.

Penelope set the paper's she'd been working on aside on the couch and patted her lap. "You just asked one, so the question's pointless, but I might be convinced to answer another."

Darcy giggled and crawled into Penelope's lap. "Why did you marry Daddy?"

One of Penelope's eyebrows rose slightly as she stared, curiously, at her daughter. "Alright, I know all kids ask that question, but why the interest?"

"'Cause I'm curious," replied Darcy honestly.

"Curiosity killed the cat," reminded Penelope.

Darcy rolled her eyes. "That's 'cause the cat wasn't smart enough to duck."

Penelope made a wobbly-humming sound in her throat. "Better response than before. Alright, I suppose your question is valid enough to warrant an answer. I married your father because I love him."

"Why?" prompted Darcy, her head tilting to the side as she stared up at her mother.

"Why do I love him?" asked Penelope with a slightly furrowed brow.

Darcy nodded. "Yeah."

Penelope paused for a moment, considering the matter. "I suppose I love him because we just...click."

"Click?" repeated Darcy.

Penelope nodded. "Perfectly."

"Because you're partners?"

"No..." replied Penelope with a shake of her head and a considerate expression. "We're good partners because we click, but it has nothing to do with us being partners." When Darcy gave her Phil's raised eyebrow, she continued. "It's in the way we can throw comments back and forth at each other without missing a beat. Or the way that your father always knows when something is bothering me and I know when something is wrong with him." A faint smile slid across her lips. "He always lets me fight my own battles, always at my back even if I don't actually need him there. Of course, we fight sometimes. I'd be afraid if we didn't. But nothing seems to be able to come between us, to the point where I sometimes wonder if we live in each others heads."

Darcy looked up at her mother, wide-eyed with awe. "Wow. Do you think I'll find someone like that someday?"

Penelope smiled and ruffled her daughter's hair. "I'm sure you will, Darcy."

The sound of a door opening and shutting caught both Darcy and Penelope's attention. The sound of Phil's voice echoed through the house less than a second later (Darcy would later learn that he called out to them so he didn't get shot by accident, not after the first time). "Pen, Darcy, I'm back."

Darcy's head snapped towards the archway that led from the hall into the living room then back up to her mother. Penelope smiled and set her daughter on the ground. "C'mon Darce, lets go see what chaos your dad brought home." Darcy just grinned and darted out of the room.

Darcy paused as she finished her story. Tears hovered in her eyes, but she wiped them away before they could fall. "Dad, the stuff Mom talked about isn't stuff specific to S.H.I.E.L.D. Yeah, S.H.I.E.L.D. might have fostered some of that relationship by putting you guys in situations that required you trust one another, but that doesn't mean you can't get that relationship back. She loved you for who you are before, and I'm sure she will now too."

Phil smiled at his daughter, tears in his own eyes. "Thank you Darcy."

"No problem Dad," replied Darcy. One of her hands came out to grip his, an action he knew to be a sacrifice on her part because of her powers. "So, when do I get to see her?"

"Can you wait a bit longer?" requested Phil hopefully. "I haven't gotten around to mentioning my daughter yet."

Darcy smiled sadly but nodded. "Its been 16 years. I guess I can wait a few more months."

Phil smiled in return and reached over to hug Darcy. "Thank you Darcy. I promise, it won't be long."

"Take whatever time you need Dad," assured Darcy as she hugged him. "Its a delicate situation, I get that. Just, try not to take too long, alright?"

"I promise," replied Phil as he released her.

Darcy nodded and stood. "Cool. Now, can we have our meeting already? You have a date tonight, and I have plans."

That night, Darcy's phone vibrated on the table just as Sherlock Holmes dove out the top window of the Parliament Building and into the Thames. Behind her, Clint groaned against her neck where he'd been kissing her and muttered something about work. Darcy reached back and slid her hand up his leg before reaching for her phone. Given it was her phone going off and not his, she wasn't really worried. Plus, it was the ring that told her it was a text message and not a phone call.

It was a text message, as she'd guessed, from a number not in her phone. She knew the number though, it was her father's personal cell. '"Darcy Barton"? Is there something you want to tell me?'

Darcy had to bite her lip to keep from laughing as she typed back a response. 'It was the first name I could come up with.'

'Please don't scare me like that again.' Phil's reply made her smile.

Clint's hands ran up her sides, pulling her to lay back on the couch again. His lips trailed up her neck to her ear, a hand sliding under her shirt. "Darce, is it important?"

"Nope," murmured Darcy as she leaned back to kiss him. "Not in the least."

"Good," growled Clint, rolling her under him. "I have much better ideas about what we can be doing, then."

Darcy definitely didn't disagree.

Sorry if this seems like an abrupt end, I wasn't sure where else to take this though. Anyway, if anyone has any comments or criticisms, I'd like to hear them. Also, as always, let me know if there are any major mistakes.