Darcy usually woke up with Phil's arms wrapped securely around her, but there were mornings like this– where she woke up first with his head laying on her chest and her arms wrapped around him. These mornings she liked the best. She was careful not move too much so she wouldn't wake him. She smiled as she counted the little freckles that dotted his shoulders. Gently, she brushed her fingertips over his slightly graying sideburns. He shifted a bit, making a soft groan as he tilted his head up to look at her.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Darcy said quietly, still stroking her thumb over his hair by his ear.

"Morning," he replied groggily. "Playing with my gray hair again?" He hated that he was going gray, but Darcy thought it made him look distinguished and handsome.

"How many times do I have to tell you that the gray thing totally works for me?" she giggled. He chuckled and turned his head to look at the clock.

"After nine already? I hate sleeping in," he said sitting up in bed. If he didn't wake up before 7 a.m he considered the whole day shot to hell. He groaned, rolled out of bed and grabbed some clothes from the dresser.

Darcy watched as he went from sleepy, peaceful Phil to wired, back to business Phil. That's why she hated to wake him, because she enjoyed these quiet moments. Even when they were cuddle up on the couch, he still was checking his phone or laptop every two minutes (especially now that his mission was getting closer), which drove her bonkers. "We did have a big night," she grinned as she thought back to last night's festivities. "Three times! I do believe that's a new record for us!" Darcy sat up and wrapped the comforter around her naked body.

Phil stopped just before he got to the bathroom door and turned to look at her. "It was a welcome surprise," he grinned slightly. He stepped into the bathroom, and poked his head out of the door to look at Darcy. "Get up and get ready. We have to drive to Flushing to pick my car up."

Darcy groaned. "Can't we just see if Pepper can arrange someone to deliver it to us?" she shouted over the running water from the shower.

"That poor woman has enough on her plate. Get ready, Darcy," Phil called from the bathroom. Not more than a second later the door opened up and Phil came out pointing at his neck. "This. This shouldn't be here," he said tapping the purple bruise on his neck.

"Just getting you back from the two you left on my inner thigh last time," she smirked.

"There's a difference between where I gave you a hickey and where you gave me a hickey. The difference is no one but me sees the insides of your thighs." Phil walked over to the mirror and tilted his neck to look at the bruise. "How am I supposed to hide this?" he asked, stroking his thumb over the spot.

"Chillax. It's far enough down your neck where your collar will hide it." Darcy laughed. She couldn't help but feel a little proud (and get a little turned on) by the sight of him checking the bruise she left on his neck. "How did you used to hide them?"

He stopped looking at the mirror and glanced over at his brunette beauty. "Never had to hide one before because this is the first one," he gave her that strained tight lipped trademark smile of his.

Darcy bit her bottom lip. This was his first love bite?

Oh yeah, she was swimming in pride.


The drive to Flushing was a nicer drive than Darcy expected. The trees were in shades of gold, red, and brown. The air had that crisp autumn scent to it–which happened to be Darcy's favorite smell. She leaned back in the seat and pulled her sweater up to her chin.

"Cold?" Phil asked, looking over at his girlfriend. "I can put the top up."

"Nope." While Phil liked to be toasty and warm, Darcy preferred the chill in the air. "I love autumn," she said, watching the trees zip by as they headed down road.

"Hmm," Phil agreed.

"You do remember we have somewhere to be at eight tonight, right?" Darcy said, looking over at Phil and raising her eyebrow.

"I'm trying to forget about it," Phil muttered. "Am I really needed there?" he asked, hoping she'd say no.

"You can't tell me you hate parties. Especially one I helped plan. It's going to kick your mother fucking ass, Coulson!" she joked.

"I told you I don't do Halloween or costumes." He looked over at her just as he turned down the street to the convention center where his car was parked. "Besides, you do realize that we can't go as couple, right?"

Yeah, that was kind of a bummer that they couldn't go together, but nevertheless, Darcy wanted him there. "I know we can't be seen together but please come. As far as a costume, you don't have to wear one if you don't want to. I mean, you'll look like the odd man out because everyone else is going to be wearing one, but if that's the only thing that's holding you back then don't wear one. Just wear a suit with a 'Bob' name tag or something."

"Who's Bob?" Phil smirked.

"It can be your alias for the night," Darcy laughed. "Please, just come! There is going to be a fully stocked–free–bar. Food, games, and you can chat it up with Stevie. He'll be there too. I know how much you get turned on by his presence," Darcy teased.

"Okay, I'm really not going now." He shook his head, pulling the car into the empty spot next to his black Acura (Darcy said that car was his 'agent car' because how of how government-like it looked). "What costume are you going to wear?" he asked pulling the key out of his jacket pocket and tossing it to Darcy.

"If you go, you'll find out. And maybe, I have a costume for your eyes only that I'll wear at our own private party afterwards," she winked. She glanced down at the key in her hand and then back to Phil. "What's this for?"

"You're driving the Acura back. Why do you think I made you come with me? For your charm and lovely conversation?" Phil said dryly. He grinned when she stuck her tongue out at him. "Is it a naughty nurse costume?"

"You're such a dick sometimes. And no, it's not a nurse–"

"Phil!" a woman's voice called out from the parking lot. She waved madly when Phil and Darcy looked in her direction, and started to walk quickly over to the car with her impeccable shoes clicking against the pavement.

"Miss Potts," Phil greeted.

"How are you feeling? Did you drive all the way here to get your car? You should have called, I would have arranged to have it delivered to you," she said quickly.

Darcy looked over at Phil and gave him a 'told you so' look. "It's not a problem, Miss Potts. And I'm feeling fine. Thanks for having a car take me home last night," he said with a slight nod of his head.

"Oh, it was not a problem at all. Clint was really worried about you," she said and then noticed Darcy sitting in the seat next to him. "Oh! Is this your daughter?" she asked without really thinking.

Darcy wanted to roll her eyes at the red head. "Actually–"

"Actually," Phil cut in before Darcy could say something snarky to Pepper. "This is Agent Darcy Lewis. She came with me to drive the other car back."

Pepper's cheeks burned slightly. "Of course! Nice to meet you Agent Lewis,"

"Likewise," Darcy said giving her a toothy fake grin. "Hey, maybe I can get on the guest list for next years Stark Expo?"

"Umm ... sure. I'll see what I can do," Pepper said, jotting a note in her phone. "Oh, wait ... Darcy Lewis? You're the one that was helping Clint plan the party for tonight at The Avengers Tower?"

"That's me," Darcy grinned again.

Pepper flipped through her notebook until she landed on a page with a yellow sticky note stuck to it. "Grant's Party Supply just called said that they can't deliver your order of eighty penis-shaped balloons for tonight."

Darcy could tell that Phil was rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses. She looked back at Pepper and smiled. "Wow, you weren't even embarrassed to say that."

Pepper gave Darcy a tight smile. "Trust me, after working with Tony for years and having to deal with his odd requests. Penis-shaped balloons are nothing."

She totally forgave Pepper for calling her Phil's daughter. Pepper Potts was pretty cool.

"Well, Tony and I are both looking forward to the party tonight. Hopefully, he'll be recovered from last night," she said with just the slightest roll of her eyes. She glanced down at her watch. "Oh god, I've got to go. I'm on a hot dog run. He swears it's the best hangover cure. A million things to do and not enough time in the day! Bye!" Pepper waved quickly then and headed off across the parking lot, heels clicking loudly.

"Well, she's exhausting! Awesome though! Anyone that can say 'penis-shaped balloons' without blushing or laughing is totally cool in my book. She did think you were my father though," Darcy said shaking her head. She knew that the one thing that Phil didn't like about their relationship was the huge twenty plus age gap between the two of them. He hated getting hateful looks from older women when he and she were out together just as much as getting the winks and nods of approval from men his age. Strangers thought he was a total creeper. He said it didn't bother him, but Darcy knew it did. "Man, Clint is going to be upset that we aren't going to have the balloons. We planned to have the penises drop from the ceiling at the end of the party. It was going to be funny." She pulled her phone out and started to text Clint the bad news.

"And you're wondering why I don't want to go?" Phil said taking his sunglasses off.

Darcy looked up from her phone and smirked. "Come on, Phillip!" she said with a click of her tongue and a wink. "Do it for your girlfriend."

"We'll see," Phil replied as he started his car up.

Darcy opened the door and stepped out and got inside the Acura. She started it up and put the window down with a smirk spread across her face. "See you at home, daddy," she said in an overly sexy voice and then peeled out of the convention center parking lot.


By the time she got back to Phil's apartment it was a quarter to four. She sped ten miles over the speed limit so she'd be able to have enough time to get ready for the party. She tossed her purse down on the couch and walked into the kitchen to grab a Coke before she went to put on gallons of sparkly makeup and fairy wings.

"Hey, you're back," Phil said as Darcy entered the kitchen. He shut his laptop and smiled at her. "I was wondering where you were."

"What?" Darcy crinkled her brows as she looked at him. She sped all way from Flushing to his apartment, and she even left a few minutes before he did, so how did he get here before her? "Um ... how long have you been home?"

"About an hour." He continued to grin at her, his hands folded on the table.

"An hour? How?" Darcy sat down across from him with her eyebrow raised in question. "What are you hiding from me, Coulson?"

He leaned forward, giving her that look that gave her good goosebumps and sent a chill up her spine. "That's classified," he said in a low whisper.

Darcy shook her head. "I don't think I like this game anymore," she joked. Having a high level super sneaky agent had it's perks but sometimes could be a real pain in the ass. "What is it? Teleportation? Supersonic speed? Tell me!" she whined.

Phil chuckled. "If the game is too intense you can always drop out, Agent Lewis." He pushed his glasses up a little further on the bridge of his nose.

Darcy stood up and wandered over to him and sat down on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Oh, it is going to take a hell of a lot more than a few classified secrets before I quit," she whispered, taking her finger and sliding it softly on the curve of his ear. She could feel him shudder beneath her. It was times when they were flirting so intensely like this that it led to incredibly hot sex. She placed her fingertip his lips, which in return he kissed before drawing it into his mouth, sucking gently. Darcy pulled her finger slowly out of his mouth and then leaned forward, kissing him softly.

"Mmm," he hummed happily into her mouth as he returned her kisses. He put his arms around her, rubbing her back with the prefect amount of pressure. "Darcy ..."

"Mmm ... Phil." She loved saying his name.

"Darcy ..." he said in between kisses. "Darce ... I can't come–"

Darcy pulled away and looked at him with an arched eyebrow and a smirk. "That sounds like a problem," she teased.

"You didn't let me finish–"

Darcy snickered. "I can give you a hand," she said licking her lips as she smoothed her hand across the front of his trousers.

"I can't come to the party tonight," he said in a rushed breath. "I'm sorry," he apologized.

"I thought you were going to try?" Darcy said dropping her hands to her side. "I know we can't be seen together. I just ... really wanted you there tonight. I would be like we weren't there together but we really are. I hate having to be so careful and secretive all the time. It's shit."

"I know. There's just no way we can do anything about it right now." Phil nodded in agreement, not able to meet her eyes. His heart beat a little faster as he thought about the possibility that maybe she would get tired of all this and want to break up with him. It would be his third fizzled relationship since he joined SHIELD. "I got called into the office tonight. Director Fury needs me to give him another rundown on the Bagalia mission. Otherwise–"

"Otherwise you'd go to the party even though it's the last place you'd want to be," she snapped (more than she intended to). She climbed off his lap and walked towards the door. "You know, a little fun in your life wouldn't hurt. It's like, you like when people perceive you as 'the agent with a stick up his ass.'"

"Darcy, I didn't have a choice," Phil said in the same level tone that he always talked in. He refused to shout back at Darcy or any woman for that matter (he was a better man than that). "You know how important this mission is."

"Actually, Phil, I don't." Darcy crossed her arms. "I'm only a Level 3. Not some hotshot Level 7 having lunch with the Super Friends, discussing top secret missions."

"That's not fair."

Darcy shrugged. "It's the truth though." She turned back towards the door, but stop to take one last look at Phil. "I was planning on coming back here after the party, but I think I'm just going to go to my own place now. And your information it was a French maid," she said just before she stomped out of his apartment.

Phil rested his elbows on the table and scrubbed his hands over his face. This was their second fight–the first was back in Shady Oaks when he led her on to think he was interested in her (which he was. He just had a hard time figuring out how to make it work without both of them getting the boot from SHIELD). Phil let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes, trying to think of how he could smooth things over with Darcy. That girl could hold a grudge though, it had taken her almost a full week to speak to him when they had their first tiff. Now that they were in a somewhat established romance, she probably wouldn't talk to him for a month. "Christ," he muttered as he came to the conclusion that he sucked when it came to women.