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Darcy Lewis did not have daddy issues, and she punched the last person who declared that she did. She just plain had issues.
Her most pressing issue at the moment? The fact that her cell phone was going off at dark fucking thirty in the morning, when she was damn near positive she had only gotten herself into bed less than an hour before. She rolled halfway out of bed, groping blindly at the floor for pants she knew she had just left there when she threw them off earlier. Finally getting a hold of them and the phone in the pocket, she rolled onto her back and picked up the call without even looking at the caller. “I will murder you if this isn’t important.” she rasped out. If it was anyone from her S.H.I.E.L.D job, they’d consider her to be blowing smoke. If it was anyone from her other job… well.
“Darcy.” A cold voice on the other end of the line said.
“Madame Viper.” Darcy answered, suddenly much more alert. She opened her eyes and stared up at her ceiling in the pitch black of her bedroom. What had she done to warrant a phone call like this?
“I have sources that tell me the brother Gods have made it off planet with the cube.”
She suppressed the urge to curse. “I thought I was your only source who could get information like that.” she said carefully.
The woman made a humming noise. “And yet, I didn’t get this information from you.”
“I didn’t find out until after they were gone. It’s not like there’s anything we can do about it.” And Darcy knew she should probably check the attitude in her tone, but damn it, she was too tired to be having this conversation.
“I did not get you entrust you with the task of infiltrating SHIELD just so you might disappoint me. It’s been more than a week since their departure, I should’ve been alerted the moment you knew.”
She bit her lip to keep from blurting out that it had never been the plan to put her in SHIELD, that had just been dumb luck. She had set Darcy up with the internship with Jane, made it so there were no other applicants, but Darcy was pretty sure that had just been a fluff task, to keep her out of the Hydra leader’s hair. Thor had kind of just fallen [literally and figuratively] into their laps. Darcy had planned to turn down the offer to work at the secret organization, when she’d gotten the order to take the position, and feed all information she gained access to back to Hydra. Which she could do. Totally. Sure, she wasn’t really trained to be a double agent or spy of any sort, but she’d grown up around them, and she did know a quite a bit more than she let on.
Darcy wasn’t on Black Widow’s level, but she could take care of herself. And she could do this.
“I made a mistake.” Taking the blame was just the best course in this situation. “I’ll do better next time.”
“See that you do. If I find you choosing to not alert me to things again, the consequences won’t be pleasant.”
Before she could reply, the line went dead. Darcy pulled it away from her ear and stared at it for a moment before letting a burst of frustration take over and she threw it against the far wall of her room. “Yeah. Miss you too Mom.” she mumbled.
Darcy Lewis had many issues. She insisted daddy issues did not make that list.
Mommy issues on the other hand?
Well that was a whole different argument.