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"I need you to stay late, Ms. Lewis," Coulson looked up from his computer as she frantically threw on her coat. She glanced down at her wrist (which he noticed didn't have a watch on it, so why was she looking?)
"Can I stay late tomorrow? I really need to be somewhere else," She shrugged her coat over her shoulders and fidgeted in place.
"This is important, Ms. Lewis. You need to stay a bit longer," she sighed and sat back down at her desk and nervously continued to glance at her wrist as she finished writing up her report.
"What's wrong with your wrist, Lewis?" Clint called from the doorway. Darcy guessed he had news for Coulson, but she was too busy staring at her inner wrist.
It read: 00:02:56
00:02:55
00:02:54
"Nothing. I need to get going," She stood up and started gathering her things, uncaring of the raised eyebrow stare the Boss Man was giving her, or the amused grin Clint threw at her.
"Never seen you nervous. Flustered is a good look on you, Lewis," she glanced down again:
00:01:46
"Don't talk. It's making me more frustrated," she snapped, much to the surprise of both men in the room. Darcy was cool as a cucumber 90% of the time. The other 10% was half saved for Jane's science benders and half for days when Pop Tarts were scarce.
Darcy could not care less about their opinions. She'd been waiting her whole life for this person to come into her life - her soulmate - and they would probably be some stiff SHIELD agent who Darcy mocked on a daily basis. She held out a little bit of hope that her soulmate was just as awesome as her, but that was a high bar to set.
00:00:14
"Goodbye!" She stood and pushed past Clint, only to be ran into and thrown onto the ground by a slender scientist-type lady.
00:00:00
"Um... I'm Darcy," she half-smiled and the scientist glanced down at the woman she was currently straddling on the floor.
"Jemma Simmons, I'm going to get up now," she smiled shyly and helped Darcy up, immediately forgetting what Fitz had sent her up here to tell Coulson.
"This is... Surprising," Darcy stammered.
"Really? You knew it was going to happen," she looked perplexed.
"I suppose. I just assumed you'd be some SHIELD schmuck, not a cute scientist," Darcy shrugged and smiled, taking her hand and shaking it.
"Did I miss something?"
"Soulmates, Agent Barton," Coulson started putting on his jacket.
"I came up here to tell you-" Coulson cut Jemma off.
"Fitz had a breakthrough. He told me."
"Then why-"
"We planned this."
Darcy looked at her boss slyly.
"You sly dog Philip." She laughed and took her new partner by the arm and walked out of the office with the two boys behind them. "We should go to Central Park."
"Why Central Park?"
"It's a good first-date-but-not-first-date. To feel each other out." Jemma nodded at her.
"Tomorrow, for lunch."
"I'll be there."