Jail Break! Oh, Never Mind...
Jail Break! Oh, Never Mind...
"You're new, aren't you?" Darcy asked the agent searching her bag at the security checkpoint for SHIELD headquarters.
The other agent at the checkpoint grinned and nodded. "He's just learning the ropes, Ms. Lewis."
"I can tell," Darcy replied. She crossed her arms over her chest as the agent pulled her taser out of the her large purse. "What do you think you're doing, Baby Agent?"
"This is a weapon," the agent stated.
Darcy nodded and gave the agent an 'are you stupid' look. "Duh! That's why I carry it."
"Only agents can carry weapons in headquarters. And, then, only SHIELD approved weapons," the agent stated. Trying to look forceful, he continued, "I'll have to confiscate this, and there is the possibility of charges being filed."
"You have to be kidding me," Darcy said with a glare before turning towards the agent she knew. "He's kidding, right?"
Sighing, the agent replied, "I hadn't gotten around to giving him the exceptions for the manual."
After getting her taser back, Darcy put a 'visitor' badge around her neck, and walked through the lobby towards the elevator. She could hear bits and pieces of the lecture the young agent was getting.
After fifteen minutes of wandering seemingly endless hallways with doors every fifteen feet, she opened a nondescript door.
"Can I deliver these to the helicarrier sometime?" Darcy asked as she entered Agent Coulson's office.
"I seriously doubt it," Coulson said as he held a hand out.
"I think that's all the tree destruction you and your organization need from Jane and Erik this week." Darcy stared at Coulson over her glasses as she handed over a pile of bound reports.
"You don't need to wear glasses," Coulson replied, ignoring her comment.
Darcy sighed. "I may have gone from awful to twenty twenty vision overnight, but I've worn glasses as far back as I can remember. I like my glasses. Lay off the specs."
Coulson nodded. "Anything on you we need to discuss?"
"Really," Darcy asked with raised eyebrows. "You want the dish on my dating life?"
"I meant for the Council," Coulson pointed out.
"I still can't believe they made you my Watcher," Darcy grumbled. "I was fine with Jane."
"Jane let you hunt vampires. Without requiring you to tell her you went out. That's dangerous."
"Whatever." Rolling her eyes, she replied to the original question. "No, nothing's crossed my path since last week."
Coulson stared at her. "If it did?"
"I'd call the active team for New York if it wasn't a life threatening situation," Darcy replied, as if by rote. "If it is a life threatening situation, I'm to do what I can to get myself and civilians out of it, then call you."
"I'll see you next week, then." Dismissing the woman standing before his desk, he turned back to his paperwork.
Grumbling to herself, Darcy stomped out of the office and down the hall.
A few feet from Coulson's office, she was grabbed by behind and she felt the barrel of a gun at her temple.
"Really?" Darcy exclaimed.
"Miss, stay calm," a random SHIELD agent said, his hands spread out to show the gunman he was unarmed.
"Get back! All of you get back!" the gunman shouted towards the hallway full of agents in front of him before he started to pull Darcy backwards down a side corridor.
"I really don't need this today," Darcy grumbled under her breath.
"Well, girlie, it's just you and me," the man holding her hostage said, trying to sound threatening.
"Oh?" Darcy replied, staring at the agents using the doorways down the hall as cover. She was hoping to get to someplace where there weren't agents, even for a few moments, so she could kick this idiot's ass. Coulson could take care of security footage.
"When we get out of here, maybe I'll show you what a real man is like," the gunman said while continuing to pull her down the hall.
Darcy rolled her eyes as she started to place more weight on the arm across her middle. With the gunman having to pull more of her weight, he'd be more off center for when she attacked.
She heard a small noise and felt something whiz over her head. A few moments later, the arm around her fell, causing her to stumble around to regain her footing.
Turning quickly, she got her first look at the man who was holding her hostage. He was at least six feet tall, and very muscular. The tranquilizer arrow sticking out of his neck gave her the reason he was also out cold.
"Idiotic man!" Darcy growled as she kicked him in the ribs. Ignoring the cracks of breaking bone she heard, she turned towards the other end of the hall. Taking a deep breath and running a hand over her hair, she gave Clint a smile from his position down the hall. "Thanks for that."
"No problem," he replied as he stood up and started to fold up his bow. "Are you okay?"
"Oh, I'm just awesome," she said with a brittle grin. "Now, if you excuse me, I'm sure Coulson has a ton of incident paperwork for me to fill out."
She stalked down the halls back towards Coulson's office. She just knew he'd have a two inch stack of paperwork in triplicate to fill out.