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“Miss Lewis, a pleasure to see you could make it.” Agent Coulson smiled delightfully at the young intern for Jane Foster.
“Yeah, well, apparently I am a people pleaser today,” the brunette shrugged delicately, “that and your people shoved me in the back of the car.”
“I’d apologize but I told them to get you here at all costs,” Darcy rolled her eyes from behind the frames of her glasses “you are probably wondering why I called you here today?”
“Ya’know, I am not too bothered by it, I can live without knowing why I am here,” her voice dripping with sarcasm, “of course I am wondering why I am here, so, enlighten me.”
“Miss Lewis-“
“Darcy, you make me sound old.” Darcy requested, resting her chin in her left hand and watching Phil walk slightly towards her.
“Darcy, I and SHIELD would like to personally acquire your services with a difficult matter.” He tells her in a very hard voice.
“Whatever Jane told you, I never worked as a lady of the night,” She tried to joke but received a deadpan look, “okay, sorry, tough crowd up in here.” She sighed lightly, "Didn't SHIELD go under like last month?"
“We’d like you to monitor one of our top agents, become his friend, help him…adjust and get caught up to speed with our times,” Phil placed a file on the table, Darcy slides the document to her and opens it, “of course, we’ll be paying for the living arrangements plus any inconvenience on traveling to and from work.” Completely ignoring her comment about SHIELD, maybe he's in denial? Maybe he looks after the little superhero's now... cute.
“Wait.” Darcy holds a hand up, picking up the small photo that was paper clipped to the papers, she chuckled slightly “you want me to babysit Captain America? You want me to nanny a ninety-year-old national icon?”
Its silent for a beat or two, “technically, yes, we do. Are you interested?”
Darcy frowned, they were being completely serious with her, and this wasn’t some joke or prank. She looked back down at the file, studying it for a moment, well it couldn’t be too bad; she’d finally have her own place away from sharing or bunking at Jane’s some nights.
“Don’t you have agents to do this?” She asked raising her eyebrows as she looked at Phil, he chuckled once and nodded.
“Rogers is always one step ahead, he knew we had sent someone to watch over him, and now you are wondering why wouldn’t he know now?” he chuckled once more, “well, you are a somewhat an average human, you won’t have to lie or fool him into being your friend.”
“I am not the type person that should be friends with this guy,” Darcy muttered, “but… I guess, I mean, not like I am busy making friends anywhere else anyway.” She shrugged, setting the file down, ignoring the ‘somewhat average human’ comment.
“Thank you, well, send someone to help you pack up your current belongings tomorrow.” Phil glances at his watch, “Rogers should be arriving back from his latest mission tonight.” He mutters to himself, twirling a finger to the other agents in the room.
In a matter of seconds, Darcy was hoisted up from her seat, she grumbled about being able to use her own legs but that didn’t seem to matter to them, at all.
“I want my iPod back, Phil.” She called as she swept away, she wasn’t getting that iPod back ever again.
NEXT DAY
“Well, thank you, idiots,” Darcy stood outside the apartment complex, boxes stacked beside her and she watched the SHIELD agents drive off, not even helping her with the belongings she had decided to bring along with her.
Turning holding her new apartment key, she sighed and lifted a box, yep this was shitty. It looked like a nice kind of area that she could leave her other boxes for a few minutes, she walked to the elevator and pressed the button multiple times.
“Oh, the elevator doesn’t work, ma’am” a voice startling Darcy from behind, she huffed in response, of course, the bloody elevator wouldn’t work. Instead, she stood staring at the metal doors for a few seconds, sighing with a heavy heart.
Oh great, Steve Fucking Rogers, stood in the doorway watching her like she was some alien; she might as well be. She smiled a thank you, turning towards where the dreaded staircase was sitting; already she knew this would be torture.
He wasn’t too bad on the eyes, tall frame, taller than she expected him to be; not quite Thor’s height but close. She suspected his current get-up was for him to go out in public without being noticed, glasses and baseball cap, not very creative. She briefly wondered if anyone fell for that disguise? Or, maybe, he was just unrecognizable without the suit.
“Moving in?” he asked, what a stupid question, what a ridiculous question to ask.
“Duh, ” she mentally smacked herself, “sorry, yeah, I am new to the building. I guess my luck the elevator had to be broken.” Steve nodded and chuckled lightly.
“Nah, they’ve been broken since I moved in,” He shrugged, pointing behind him “would you like a hand with the others?” he asked, she half expected that question, a guy from the Forties, practically lives and breathes being chivalrous. Plus the hero complex, women in need trust him to ask to help her.
“That would be great, thank you, I’m apartment 6C,” his eyes narrowed slightly for a few seconds, she simply smiled, he really was very suspicious; well, he should be the last neighbor was hired to watch him, now she is but she is far from being an agent or… a normal neighbour.
He grabbed a box, Darcy was only on the second set when he wandered up behind her, she glanced down at him as she walked up the other set; two boxes, what a fucking show off, well, actually that’s good fewer trips. Smart move, Mr. America.
“So, how did you find out about this place being for rent?” he asked not even breaking a sweat, the super serum has some great side effects, or so it seems.
“I actually didn’t, I was told I should live here by a friend,” not exactly a lie, bending the truth, Phil wasn’t her friend but he did tell her to move in here, “I had to get out from living with a roommate I hated, plus sleeping on my friend’s couch was becoming… achy.” He hummed in response, “nicest place I’ve found so far, honestly, the dumps I’ve viewed. I haven’t even seen the apartment myself but the area is nice, so my friend tells me.” Shrugging, breathing slightly heavily, how many more stairs?
Once reaching the top, she propped the box she was carrying under her arm and pushed the key into the door, pushing the door open with her hip she stepped inside; eyes widening, this place was huge, too big for just her. She may need to get a dog to keep herself company. Definitely a dog, imagine a dog... would SHIElD buy her one if she told them it would help her bond with Steve? Hmm, add call Phil to the list of things-to-do.
“I’ll get the others, easier that way.” Before she could respond he was already out of her door, both boxes stacked beside her one, it was already furnished for her but she didn’t exactly like that yellow couch but too lazy to go get another one; it will have to do.
She opened the box that she had carried, Steve walked back in a few times and dropped the last box down, glancing at the contents of the currently opened box and frowned…
“Uh, yeah, that’s a Taser,” Darcy muttered, glancing at Steve who had raised eyebrows, “it’s for my protection, I’m not exactly living in the safest place on Earth, plus I work late and walking; people are weird, don’t judge me.” He raised his hands in defense, laughing at her explanation.
“No, I get it, trust me,” she nodded once, “have you ever had to use it?” he asked making light conversation.
“A couple of times, a few have been for pleasure,” that earns a weird stare, she doesn’t say anything more than that, laughing loudly at his weirded out expression, “kidding, sometimes people are idiots and I like to tell them that by using this.” She grabs the Taser, aiming at him and he noticeably tenses.
“Don’t worry, I won’t use it on you,” she waves it lightly and places it on the couch arm, he nods once and smiles, edging to the door, “unless you are an annoying neighbour.” She tells him seriously.
“Well, I’ll keep myself in check," he laughed walking out the door and to the one at the end, Darcy waves slightly, “if you need anything 6C, then don’t hesitate to ask.” Darcy smiles genuinely and nods.
“I’ll keep that in mind, Cap,” he frowns but sighs to himself, “yeah, I am no idiot. Plus the disguise doesn’t really work.” He chuckled and opens his own door, both waving and going into their respected homes.
Well, first impression and meeting out of the way, and she somehow avoided giving her own name, like he’d know who she is anyway. Now she had to think of a way to become his friend, easier said than done. That’s why she is here, to be his friend and help him adjust, how the hell is she meant to befriend a superhero? Well, honestly, get along with Thor just fine and tased him from the get-go.