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Darcy walked through the hallways looking like a typical tourist.
She looked pretty defenceless and innocent.
That's why Phil always sent her in for these jobs because no one ever suspected the curvy young tourist with big doe eyes.
Darcy followed the trail of well dressed business men. They did not blend in at all. It was a holiday ski resort but these guys oozed sharp business savy and a hint of evil.
That was the thing, when Tony Stark had pulled out of the arms race he had left the door open to a lot of sleazy posers.
The latest guy had booked a private events room at the lodge and there was a steady flow of suits going into the closed room to put in bids.
The idiot had a chitauri staff that he was trying to sell to the highest bidder.
Darcy sighed, it did not matter how much SHIELD cleaned up New York after the invasion, the alien tech just kept popping up in the most random places.
The bad guys would take the alien tech and use it to build newer, more dangerous human weapons.
And SHIELD would not stand for that.
She waited behind a large potted plant until the last group left the private room and closed the door behind them.
She quickly went to the door and went in.
"Hi, I'm sorry," she rambled quickly as she looked around. "I'm late for my spa treatment and I just cannot find my way through this maze of corridors."
The bad guy looked pretty average. He was probably called Hans (blame her Bruce Willis phase). He was a slender, tall guy in a suit standing over a table.
All that was on the table was a clipboard and a long metal case, that Hans quickly closed.
"This is a private room. I must ask you to leave." He glared at her.
Darcy fluttered her eyelashes at him, "I didn't know. Oh, that is one shiny case. What's in there?"
He stood up as she came closer but Darcy was faster.
She pulled her Night night gun out of her jacket and shot him.
"Sweet dreams bub," she carefully dragged him and laid him under the table so that the long table cloth concealed him.
She holstered her gun, thanking Fitzsimmons yet again for their non-lethal bullets.
The silver case called to her, like a magpie hankering after a treasure. It really was shiny. She got a glimpse of the long staff. Bingo.
Darcy locked it. It had secure locks with a pass code. She was not going to risk too much exposure. Not after what had happened to the firemen who had tried out the Chitauri faceplate. Every single one of them had died. Phil had warned her to be careful but Darcy knew, she was always his favorite.
She grabbed the case and walked out. She closed the door and placed a 'Do not disturb' sign on the handle.
She quickly went to her room and slid the case under the massive bed.
SHIELD would scramble all camera feeds so no one would even know that she had been in that room.
She went to her laptop and typed in her secure password.
Phil's face appeared on the screen, "Did the retrieval go off without a hitch?"
"Not a hitch, touch wood." Darcy grinned. "Positive confirmation on contents of the package. I have the package with me. Awaiting pick up."
Phil breathed out with clear relief, "Good work, agent Lewis. I will be in touch shortly with pick up details."
"Thanks boss," she replied. "I'll see you soon."
The screen went blank and she closed the laptop. Phil had seen the potential in her long ago in New Mexico. He had given her a chance when all everyone else just saw was an intern that was over shadowed by Jane's science.
It was nice having someone who believed in her and that was why Darcy gave this job 110 percent.
She was now a fully trained agent who could handle herself.
She packed up her bags and made sure that no trace of her stay was evident.
Her SHIELD training had been extensive and frustrating at times, but the agency took care of their own. Darcy had been trained by the best, Clint and Natasha had helped her.
She looked out the window. It looked like an afternoon snowstorm was going to hit.
The air smelt crisp and fresh. She loved snow. That meant baggy sweaters and hats.
She pulled the case out from its hiding place. She held her breath until she had the case on the bed. She smoothed a hand over the cold metal. It was time to go. Darcy grabbed her bags and went to check out of the hotel.
She had planned one little treat for herself on this mountain side resort and if her calculations were correct, she could enjoy her treat before her retrieval.
The case with the staff was lead based so it posed no immediate threat.
Darcy placed the case in the trunk and tipped the guy who had carried out her one small bag.
"Thanks," she smiled at him brightly as she got into the rental car.
He waved at her and went back inside.
Darcy started the car and put the heater on full blast.
She was a SHIELD agent, no snow or sleet was going to stand in the way of her and melted chocolate.
"Fondue time baby!" She smiled as she drove away.
She drove carefully through the empty streets of the small Colorado town. Her lights lit the wet, white kissed streets.
Darcy had done her research. Sure, she worked hard but sometimes she needed a break from the dark side.
So, before her trip she had researched the small town and found a restaurant that did fondue and only fondue.
Darcy was sold when it came to dipping fruit in cheese or chocolate. She had seen pictures on the site advertising massive chocolate fountains.
After all the super spy stuff, she liked to kick back a little. Or until SHIELD came to collect her.
She found the place easily and she was even more grateful to find a parking space directly in front of the glass windows. She could watch the car that way without stressing about the case.
Darcy switched the car off. She fluffed her hair as she looked in her compact mirror. She checked her crimson lips. She looked good.
The super spy stuff gave her an adrenalin rush. The chocolate would help her ease off the high.
She made certain that she had her purse and locked the car. Her phone was in her purse. So when the call came, she was good to go for the collection point.
Her high heels crunched into the soft snow as she walked.
Darcy walked into the restaurant and was taken aback at how busy it was. Even in this weather, most of the tables were full.
"Hi, I have a booking." She told the hostess. "Under Lewis."
The blond looked at Darcy from head to toe.
Darcy was having none of that. She took off her jacket and underneath it she wore a fitted dark blue dress that hugged all her curves.
She had done her research, this place was upscale.
The hostess frowned, "We do have a booking for you but as you can see, we are really busy tonight. Would you mind sharing?"
Darcy was ready to lay into the blond woman. She had made her booking in advance. She didn't mind eating alone.
"Please Miss Lewis," the hostess was already leading her to a small table by the window. "Mr Rogers is also dining on his own and has consented to sharing."
Darcy opened her mouth but then she saw Mr Rogers.
"Okay," she yelped weakly.
Mr Rogers sat under the lamp that made his hair gleam golden, like spun honey. He was staring down at his menu.
He looked like an angel in that lighting. A pretty cut angel. Those shoulders were so broad.
The hostess shared a knowing smile with Darcy, "Follow me."
Darcy smoothed a hand over her dress. Oh, fondue had been a great idea.