Their first date has issues...
Prompt: do-over
From: under 50-word prompt (yes, I do intent to use all 50 words)
Pairing: Darcy/Clint
"I swear, this wasn't supposed to happen," insisted Clint as a barrage of gunfire echoes above the edge of the over-turned table they're currently hiding behind.
Beside him, dress torn and blood on her knee from where she scraped it when they went diving for cover, Darcy shot him a 'no shit' look. "I'm pretty sure you had no way of knowing those goons were going to rob this restaurant, two towns over, on this exact date and at this exact time." More gunfire echoed above their heads, causing her to curse. "Any way we can defuse this situation without casualties? It would kinda suck if either of us or someone else got shot tonight."
"Definitely a mood killer," agreed Clint, the sarcastic remark falling thoughtlessly from his mouth. "If I could get a clear shot, I could take one of them out."
Darcy nodded slowly, eyes panning around the room as he spoke. "What would you need to do that?"
Clint shrugged, his own eyes looking for anything that could help them. "A distraction would be good."
"Distraction, right," muttered Darcy, eyes staring off into the distance near the back wall for a moment before her head turns sharply to look at him. "Which guy can you get?"
Raising an eyebrow, he poked his head slightly around the edge of the table only to dart back when one of the goons opened fire again. "Left one."
"Right," confirmed Darcy with a grin as she shifted into a crouch. "One distraction, coming up."
Before Clint can ask what she's talking about, or even stop her, she bolts from behind the table and slides to the relative safety of another one two tables back. Gunfire flares behind her and, for a second, Clint thought she may have been hit with the way she rolls. But she shifts so she can see him again, still protected by the table, gives him a thumbs up, and disappears behind a low wall which starts near the back of the room. Several seconds tick by before Clint sees any sign of her again and when he does, he almost wants to smack his head for not thinking of the same thing.
He can't see her body, just her hands where they're touching the sides of a medium copper disk decorating the back wall. The movements are minor: enough to make a difference in the disk's position but so slow as to be nearly undetectable unless you're looking for them. Suddenly, she lifts the bottom of the disk up, angling the disk outward and catching the attention of the two goons. Then blinding them as the bright lights shining from the ceiling along the back wall of the otherwise dim restaurant are reflected straight into their eyes.
Clint doesn't pause, instead shifting with ease to take his shot at the goon on the left. The bullet catches him straight in the knee, sending him to the ground in pain. Goon 2 immediately looks towards his friend, gun pointing towards the source of the shot. Clint shifts to fire at him as well, but never gets the chance. A metal disk suddenly flies out of nowhere to catch the second goon in the head before Clint can fire, sending him to the ground with his buddy.
Glancing over his shoulder, Clint sees Darcy leaning her elbows against the half-wall with a grin. At his raised eyebrow, she just shrugs and hops the wall, starting towards him as if she was just coming back from the restroom rather than having thrown a metal disk at a man's head. Shaking his head, Clint refocuses on the two robbers. He won't admit it out loud, but there is something incredibly hot about a woman who can take a guy out in the middle of a gun fight then act like nothing happened.
"That was impressive," admitted Clint as soon as she's in earshot.
Darcy just shrugged. "I'm wicked good at Frisbee Golf."
He can see that. "So, any particular reason you decided to exhibit those skills?"
"They ruined our first date, it only seemed fair I ruin their night," explained Darcy, attention falling to the two men currently on the ground. "So now what?"
"Police should be on their way," replied Clint, eyes focused on the two men in front of him. "We should be able to head back to town after that."
Darcy huffed a little, running a hand through her tangled hair. "Well, that blows. And here I was hoping for a nice little evening without shit blowing up."
Clint shrugged. "Well, if it helps, nothing actually blew up." Just as he says that, there's an explosion from the kitchen. Nothing major, but the force is enough to make a very loud bang. "Never mind."
"Sounds like we aren't getting dinner here," sighed Darcy unhappily, eyes turned towards the now-smoking kitchen. "Oh well, that's what fast food is for." Pausing, she tilted her head a little in consideration. "Do you think the kitchen's actually on fire?"
"Nah, that was a pressure explosion and not a chemically induced one," assured Clint. At Darcy's raised eyebrow, he just kinda shrugged. "In my line of work, you learn the difference."
Shaking her head, Darcy's focus shifted again as police suddenly swarmed into the room, surrounding the robbers at the owner's instruction. Everything gets a little chaotic after that, with the police taking statements from everyone, including Clint, who gives them a fake ID, and Darcy. He wouldn't have been as annoyed if the officer questioning Darcy hadn't been hitting on her at the same time. He would definitely be lodging a complaint with the man's chief in the morning.
They finally managed to get out of the restaurant an hour later, both starving and worn. Without thinking about it, Clint wrapped an arm around Darcy's waist as they started down the street. There was a generic fast-food chain place just down the block from where they'd been.
"So, any way I could beg your forgiveness for tonight? Or have I lost any chance at redemption?" inquired Clint as they walk, attempting to both lighten the mood and get an actual answer from Darcy.
The woman beside him shrugs, leaning her head on his shoulder. "It wasn't your fault, so stop trying to take the blame. But if you really want to make it up to me, I'll give you a do-over."
"A do-over?' repeated Clint, surprised by her willingness to give him a second chance. "Really?"
"Yep," confirmed Darcy, face turning up to offer him a grin. "I like you and I'd like the chance to actually get to know you. Besides, as first dates go, this one wasn't so bad."
Both of his eyebrows shot towards his hairline. "Not so bad? Darce, we got caught in the middle of a heist and shot at. Most people consider that pretty bad."
"Yeah," agreed Darcy with a touch of a smirk. "But at least it wasn't boring or awkward."