seren_ccd | The Avengers Fic: Tromso? Darcy Lewis/Phil Coulson, 1/1, PG

Title: Tromso?
Author:

seren_ccd
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing/Characters: Darcy Lewis/Phil Coulson
Rating: PG
Word Count: 760
Spoilers: For the movie
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Beta: The wonderful

fringedweller

Summary: Post-movie fluff, because it didn't happen. And I like these two. For the Avengers Kissing Meme.

“Tromso?”

Coulson looked up from tablet to see Darcy, still wrapped up in a massive coat and a knitted (by Darcy herself) green bobble-head hat standing in the doorway of his room. He fought the urge to straighten up in his bed and simply said, “Hello, Miss Lewis.”

“Do you have any idea what’s in Tromso?” she asked as her fingers attacked the buttons on her coat and then shook it off. “Fuck all, that’s what. I can’t believe you sent me there when clearly I was needed here.”

“I had everything under control,” he said setting his book down on the bedside table.

“Obviously,” she said flatly staring at the bandage peeking out underneath his shirt. The longer she stared, the more she seemed to deflate, until she dropped her coat on the floor, along with her bag. Then she walked over to sit on the edge of the bed next to him. Her hat stayed on.

Phil stared back at her, just unashamedly stared and documented every inch of her face. He could blame it on the drugs later if he needed to, but Christ. He’d kind of missed his assistant. There had been no one to keep him informed about everything that was going on. Darcy’s ability to find out the oddest bits of information that often turned out to be vital within the initiative was unparalleled. Not to mention her attention to detail and how she always knew precisely when he needed a new cup of coffee or an oatmeal cream pie.

He’d also missed her laugh.

“So,” she said a little shakily, her fingers splayed out on the bed very close to but not touching his elbow. “Loki’s a real asshole, huh?”

“I imagine that’s what floating around in an abyss of universes does to a god,” Phil said.

Darcy snorted. “Nuh uh. No excuses for the dude who hurt you.” Then she sighed. “God, I can’t believe that Fury lied to them all about you.” Phil opened his mouth, but she went on, “Actually, I can believe that Fury lied to them all about you, considering he’s the most magnificent bastard of all time.”

Phil had to nod, because she wasn’t wrong: Fury was the most magnificent bastard of all time.

“What really gets me is what he did to your cards,” she said her voice breaking a little on the word ‘cards’. “I mean, who does that? How much of a drama-llama is he? Do you know how long it took me to find those last two? A really, really long time, that’s how long. The bastard.”

“Darcy,” he said.

She looked at him and he was struck once again by how large and lovely her eyes were.

“Don’t ever send me away again, boss,” she said. “That was not cool.”

Her fingers were now touching his elbow and they were chilled. She probably didn’t wear gloves the entire time she was in Norway, he thought. She never does remember them.

“Darcy,” he said again.

“I mean,” she said as she stared at the wall above his head. “I am aware that I am just your assistant-”

Phil reached his hand across his chest to grab her hand and ignored the pull and ache of his wound. “You have never been just anything in your life. Certainly not to me.”

It was Darcy’s turn to just stare at him. Then she frowned and looked away. Phil turned his head to look straight ahead, staring blankly at the doorway.

Oh, why not? he thought. He turned his head back to tell Darcy that he’d missed her just as she leaned forward.

Her lips pressed against the corner of his mouth and a flush spread over his body and his battered lungs ached as his heart rate increased.

She pulled back and blinked at him. He stared at her.

“I was aiming for your cheek,” she said.

“Okay,” he said.

“I mean, it would be completely unprofessional of me to actually kiss you,” she said hurriedly. “Even though I want to. And have wanted to. For a while. And I probably shouldn’t have said that either, but well, you got stabbed and there’s that whole life’s too short thing and yeah.” She made a face. “And it’s not like super secret agents are allowed to kiss back, right?”

Phil reached up and slid his hand across her cheek, loving how her breath caught at his touch.

“Oh, no,” he said. “We’re allowed.”

Then he pulled her down and she was grinning when their lips met.