"Careful there," Phil said quietly as he helped Darcy out of the elevator and into the hallway of his apartment. Darcy giggled loudly and wrapped her arm tight around Phil's neck as she staggered towards his door. There were eight occupants on this floor besides himself, and he prayed that none of them would come wandering out here to see what all the commotion was. Phil liked that he kept a low profile his building, and he wanted to keep it that way. However, with Darcy laughing and bumping into walls, it was going to be rather hard. When they reached his door, he leaned Darcy up against the wall so that he could get his keys out.

"Damn, can't wait to get me against a wall, can you Agent Sexy?" Darcy snorted loudly, tipping her head against the wall. She continued to laugh once Phil got the door open and walked her inside.

Phil kicked the door shut with his foot and helped her towards the bedroom. He'd have to get her out of her fairy costume and into bed. He had ditched his costume after she puked on it as he and Clint were helping her into the car. Thank god she didn't throw up in or on Lola, or he may have freaked out just a little.

Darcy plopped down on the bed and lolled her head from side to side, giggling and saying things that made absolutely no sense. Phil hadn't bothered to turn a light on in the room, he wanted to keep Darcy as relaxed as he much as he could. He pulled his Captain America t-shirt (which happened to be Darcy's favorite shirt of his) out of the top drawer of the dresser. "Come on, sweetie, sit up," he said quietly as he pulled her up in a sitting position.

"Can't wait to get my clothes off, huh?" she giggled, trying undo his belt buckle.

"Darcy, let me help you." He scooted away from her grasp as he shimmied her out of her sparkly costume and tights. He slipped the shirt over her head, and then gently pushed her back on to the bed and pulled the blanket over her.

"Are you gonna do me?" Darcy giggled, rolling on to her stomach.

"You need some rest, Darcy. Come tomorrow you are going to have one hell of a hang over," he said as he stripped down to his undershirt and boxers. He crawled into bed next to her and she snuggled her face into his shoulder.

"Gonna be my sexy nurse?" she giggled.

"Somebody has to do it." Phil kissed the top of her head and shut his eyes. Hopefully, Darcy would fall asleep or pass out so he could get a little shut eye as well. He shifted in bed and sighed, trying not to think about the mound of paperwork that was sitting on his desk that needed to be done by tomorrow afternoon. If he got up before Darcy woke up maybe he'd have enough time to get it complete. Otherwise he'd have to face Fury's wrath.

Just as Phil was about to drift off to sleep, Darcy's giggle broke the silence in the room. "You know somethin'?" she said trying to sit up, but ended up falling back down on the pillow.

"Hmmm?" Phil said sleepily.

"You're a really nice guy," Darcy giggled as she tried to place a kiss on his lips but ended up kissing his nose instead. "Bestest guy ever," she said loudly and then started laughing again.

Phil chuckled silently and then pulled the blanket up over her again. "Thanks, Darce. Sleep now." He sighed as he looked over at the digital clock that read 3:47. If he could sleep until at least 6:30 he might be able to pass for a functioning human being. He'd also have to triple his coffee intake tomorrow morning. The room grew silent again and he tilted his head over to check if Darcy was out. Her breathing was steady and slow, and he closed his eyes as he tried to fall asleep.

"Phil?" Darcy's giggle broke the silence in the room, and Phil groaned inwardly.

"What?" he asked, trying not to sound annoyed by the fact that he was almost sleep again.

"You know somethin'?" she asked again.

"I'm the bestest guy ever?"

Darcy giggled. "That's not a word." She rolled over so that her face was just a couple of inches away from Phil's. She placed her hand on his cheek and he could smell her alcohol infused breath. "I love you," she whispered.

His breath hitched slightly. Those three little words where not the ones he had expected her to say. He closed his eyes and let the words replay in his head. I love you. She sounded so sweet and sincere when she said it. He wanted nothing more than to say it back to her. He loved her. The first time he knew when he loved her was back in Shady Oaks. They were at Branson's bar and he was teaching her how to perfect her dart playing skills. He was behind her, whispering in her ear how to hold the dart. His arms were wrapped around her waist and at that moment he knew he loved her more than anything in the entire world. The weird thing was that they hadn't been together all that long, but he was head over heels for her. When she saved his life from the werewolf, he knew he loved her even more. He had become so protective over her when he still had his heightened senses. At one point he felt possessive over her, which was a feeling that scared him. He never had thought himself to ever be one of those jealous possessive boyfriends, but any time another man checked her out he wanted nothing more than to rip into them. Thankfully, that feeling left once his senses turned back to normal, but he was still ever protective over her. He felt like he bonded to her in some ways. Even if it was a one sided bond; Darcy was a strong feisty young woman, and she belonged to no man.

Not even him.

He wanted to say those words to her though. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her. She had said them to him, but he knew that she was drunk and didn't mean them. It was a sad thought, but the truth. He doubted that Darcy Lewis was in love with him after only a few months of dating. Phil contemplated telling her that he loved her, just to finally hear the words come out of his mouth. She wouldn't remember them in the morning anyhow, that he was sure of. He closed his eyes and started to open his mouth, but he stopped himself.


He wanted to see her reaction when he told her that she was the most important person in his life. Hopefully, she'd say the same thing about him. He'd say it one day, just not tonight. Instead he brushed his hand across her cheek and she giggled.

"Phil," Darcy said a moment later.


"I don't feel good."

"I know, sweetie."

The 6:30 had come quicker than Phil wanted it to, but it happened, and he managed to pull himself out of bed and get into the shower. Darcy hadn't budged at all, which was good because she needed as much sleep as she could get. He had made an extra strong pot of coffee and was already on his third cup as he tried to plow through the report he had to type up. The lack of sleep and the caffeine of the coffee weren't doing much for his typing skills this morning though. His eighty words per minute average was more like forty as he tried to muddle through his report. A report that should have taken him twenty minutes to type up turned into over an hour, but at least he finished it. Now he just had to sign off on some papers and he'd be set for the day. At least he accomplished something today. He looked up from his papers when he heard a groan come from the doorway of the kitchen.

"Morning sunshine," he said as he looked at Darcy. Her hair was a tangled mess and her face was pale and puffy. "Rough night?" he asked with a little smile playing on his lips.

"I feel like a fuckin' semi hit me," she groaned, walking into the kitchen. She sat down across from Phil and dropped her head onto the table. "I'm gonna kill Barton," she grumbled.

Phil got up and poured a cup of coffee and set it down in front of her. "You want something to eat? Eggs? Toast?"

"Ugh, please don't. The thought of food is making me sick," she said peeking up at Phil.

"You have to eat something," he said getting the frying pan out of the cabinet. "C'mon, I'll make you eggs and toast. Best hangover cure." He reached into the refrigerator and got out the eggs.

"How would you know?" Darcy mumbled, rubbing her bloodshot eyes.

"I've had enough hangovers to know that it works," he smiled, cracking the eggs in the pan.

"Yeah, right," Darcy snickered, then groaned. "My head hurts so bad. I'm never drinking again. I can't even remember anything from last night. Wait. You were there ... in a monkey suit? Is that right?"

Phil chuckled as he cooked her eggs and made her toast. "I thought I'd surprise you. I got my meeting done with Fury and thought I'd still could make it to the party. By the time I got there you were dancing on table tops. Barton helped me get you here." He dumped the eggs onto the plate and grabbed the toast from the toaster. "Eat up," he said sliding the plate in front of her.

Darcy turned her face away from the food in disgust. "I can't."

"At least nibble on the toast." Phil sat down next to her and rubbed little circles into her back.

"I'll try," she said picking up the toast and taking a small bite. She looked up at him and smirked. "You have glitter on your face."

"Still?" Phil asked as he wiped his hand over his cheek. "I had a hell of a time scrubbing it off in the shower. I thought I got all of it though."

"Is it from me?" Darcy asked, taking another bite.

Phil chucked. "No, it's from the other fairy I slept with last night."

Darcy raised her eyebrow. "Whoa. Wait. Did we ... do it?"

"I was a perfect gentleman," he replied. "We just slept."

"I wouldn't have minded." Darcy set her toast down and rubbed her temples. "Fuck, I was pretty gone last night wasn't I?"

"Oh yeah," he agreed, taking a sip of coffee.

"Did I say any crazy shit?" she asked.

You said you loved me. Phil looked at her and smiled softly. "Just some silly things."

"Well just forget anything I said. What ever I said I didn't mean it," she said quickly and then took a sip of her coffee.

Phil looked down at the table and nodded. "Noted," he replied. Did she remember that she told him that she loved him? Was she embarrassed by it? If she did, she definitely didn't mean it. He forced a smile as his heart sank. Perhaps he was reading into the whole thing the wrong way. She probably had no idea that she even told him that she loved him. Maybe he should tell her right now how he felt about her. Nope. Too soon. He wanted to wait for the perfect moment, telling his girlfriend that he loved her while she was recovering from a hangover probably wasn't the best time. He watched her nibble on toast and poke at her eggs. Even in her post drunken state she was beautiful and perfect to him. He chuckled to himself; he really needed to get his hormones back in check, because these jealous, possessive, obsessive feelings about her were driving him crazy.

"I don't think I can eat anymore," Darcy said resting her head against her hand.

"Want some aspirin?" He got up and walked over to the cupboard and got on the a glass and a pill bottle.

"Got any Oxy?" Darcy smirked. "Or anything stronger? I know S.H.I.E.L.D's got the good shit."

He handed her a glass of water and two aspirins. "How about you take these and I'll go run you a bath?"

Darcy sat there for a moment and then nodded. "That would be nice.

Phil put a few drops of lavender oil in the warm running bath water. He grabbed the fluffiest towels he had and set them on the counter top just as Darcy walked in the bathroom. "Can you get in or do you need my help?" he asked as she started to pull her shirt off.

"I might need help get in. I'm sure I can managed, but my luck I'd slip and fall," she said tossing the shirt on the floor and proceeded to shimmy out of her panties. "Thanks Phil," she said as he took her arm and helped her get into the tub.

"Here's your body wash and scrubby thing. Can I get you anything else?" he asked as he started to step towards the door.

Darcy looked around at the bottle of product and shook her head no. "I think I got everything." She smiled at him and he nodded and turned away. "Phil?" she said quickly just as he stepped out of the bathroom.

"Yeah?" he asked, poking his head back in.

"Umm, would you," she started to say but then paused. "Would you wash my hair? I'd do it but-"

"I can do that," he said walking back into the bathroom. He reached into the cabinet and grabbed a cup so he could rise her hair and knelt down next to the bath tub. Washing a girl's hair was going on his list of firsts. Definitely one of the more sensual things he's done, so sensual that it sent a little tingle through his body soon as he touched her dark locks.

"My hair smells bad," Darcy said closing her eyes and tipping her head back so Phil could wet her hair.

"Well, you did throw up in it. I tried to grab all your hair out of the way before you hurled," he said with a slight smirk.

"At least I didn't puke on you," Darcy sighed when Phil's hands started to massage some sweet smelling shampoo in her hair.

"You did," Phil said as he gently lathered the soap in her hair. He was probably enjoying this way more than he should, but yeah, if she ever asked him to wash her hair again-he'd jump at the chance.

Darcy groaned. "I'm sorry."

"It's not a real relationship until your girlfriend pukes on you," Phil chuckled, reaching for the cup and filling it with clean warm water.

Darcy giggled and then sighed again when he gently poured warm water through her hair to rise the soap out. "I'm not going to deny that I'm not immensely enjoying this."

"Me either."

"New kink of yours? Hair washing?" Darcy grinned and cracked an eye open to look at him. "Man, I got it made. Free foot massages any time I want and now this? Lucky girl, I am." She was referring to the fact that he confessed that he had some what of a foot fetish when they were in Shady Oaks. He wasn't like a freaky foot guy or anything, but he did happen to like cute feet and toes. And Darcy's were perfect.

"If you ask me again to wash your hair, I won't say no," he said with a smile, glancing down at his watch to make sure he wasn't running late for work. At least he had all his paperwork in order, now if he could just make sure that he didn't fall asleep during the briefing ...

"I feel like Cleopatra or someone. You know like in one of those old timey movies where the queen is getting a bath from her man slave."

Phil arched his eyebrow. "You sure it wasn't a porno you were watching? I don't think I've seen any old movies like that." He ran his hands through her hair to make sure he got all the soap out. "And man slave? Is that what I am?"

Darcy laughed and looked over at him. "You're anything but. Except maybe in a few fantasies I've had," she said, sticking her tongue out playfully and waggling her eyebrows up and down.

He was too afraid to ask what these fantasies of hers consisted of, so he just smirked instead. "Oh," he said remembering what he wanted to tell her. "I know you were curious about what happened to Annie and Lindsey Martin after they were released from S.H.I.E.L.D's care, so I asked Fury if I could do a follow up."

"Really?" Darcy asked, sitting up in the tub. "I've been wondering about them every day since I last saw them."

Of course you were. Darcy sometimes acted like she had a hard exterior but she was very kind and caring. Phil knew that Darcy's family life growing up wasn't very stable, so she had to put on tough armor to keep herself from being so vulnerable. Her father was a drunk who cheated on her mother a lot. He left them in the dead of winter with no money and no place to live. Her mother wasn't any better, telling Darcy that she resented having her. Darcy isolated herself and concentrated on her academics. It paid off because she got a full scholarship into Culver University. In some ways Phil wished that she had never caught his eyes to recruit into S.H.I.E.L.D. He wondered what kind of woman she would have become if she would have just followed a college path. There were days when Phil resented the fact that he had meddled in her life. Most days, though, he was glad that he did, because he loved having her at his side.

"Are they okay?" she asked.

"They're doing fine. After they ..."

"Had their memories erased by us," Darcy said dryly.

"Part of their memories. The bad ones. The ones that involved Jack and being poisoned," Phil corrected. Darcy had a thing about S.H.I.E.L.D being able to wipe out memories. Phil didn't exactly agree a hundred percent either, but didn't have as much of a problem with it as she did. Maybe because he knew it was one of the tamer things S.H.I.E.L.D does. He definitely wasn't going to get into all of that with her. She wouldn't be ready for all of that for a very, very long time, and he was glad of it.

"Okay, so?" Darcy said eagerly.

"I looked into Lindsey's history and found out that she used to work for a software company until she married Jack. Well, after doing some research I found a new start up company in a small town in Idaho, that was looking for someone with her qualities. I got contacted them, dropped some information on her, and they seemed interested. I wasn't sure if they hired her until Fury gave me the status report last night. And, I'm happy to say that as of last week, she and Annie moved to Idaho to start their new life."

Darcy smiled. "That's awesome! Wait, another small creepy-ass town?" she frowned for a moment. "Fuck. Welcome to Night Vale," she said with a roll of her eyes.

Phil chuckled. "No, I checked into it. No freaky stuff going on there," he reassured her. "Annie started her new school and already made a few friends. They're doing good, Darcy. There isn't a day that goes by where I think of how brave you were to rescue them. You gave them life."

"Oh, fuck," Darcy looked away and wiped at her eyes. "Stop it. Don't you dare make me cry, Coulson."

He smirked. "Sorry. I'm just very proud of you." He let his hand slip into the water and then pulled it out quickly. "Water is getting pretty cold." He stood up and got a towel ready for her.

"It is getting frigid," she said as she stood up.

Phil watched her stand up, wet hair cascading over her shoulders, bubbles sliding down her body, he couldn't help but grin. "It's like Aphrodite rising out of the sea foam," he said, letting his eyes travel up and down her body.

"Stop it!" Darcy laughed as she stepped out of the tub and Phil wrapped the towel around her. "Are you checking me out?"

"Yeah," he grinned, placing a kiss on her forehead. "How are you feeling?"

"Better-ish," she shrugged. "Head still pounding but the bath definitely helped a bit. I might be able to get through the day."

Phil nodded. "Good, because I have to go into the office today. I'll be home tonight though if you want to watch a movie?"

Yeah, that ...shit!" Darcy smacked the side of her head with her hand. "What day is it? Please tell me it's not the 1st of November."

"Yesterday was was the last day of October," Phil said scrunching his brows together. "What's up?"

"Motherfucker," Darcy swore and shook her head. "I'm meeting with Dr. Foster today at noon. Today is the first day I'm assigned to her and I have a fuckin' hangover. Not exactly how I wanted to go into this."

Phil nodded. "Well, you're mostly all right. You'll do fine. I'm sure she won't be wracking your brain with science questions." He swatted her behind playfully and smiled. "Now, I need to get ready for work too, pumpkin. So, if you don't mind ..."

"Okay, kick me out when I'm on the verge of having a nervous breakdown. Not cool, Phil. Not cool." Darcy said putting her hands up and walking out of the bathroom.

"You'll be fine, Darcy," he said with a wink and then shut the door. He didn't have much time to ready for work, but even though the morning was chaotic, he still had enjoyed every minute of it.