Darcy/Clint 6
It was supposed to be a supply run. Like, out through the desert with Jane’s beat up van, to the local grocery store. Bags and bags of groceries, which was why Darcy had brought back-up, and then back to the remote lab with everything. Yeah, apparently the old shop in town wasn’t in the right spot, so Jane had made them all move out to the middle of nowhere. Whatever.
Coulson had left them with “help,” just in case Loki (or Thor) came back. He was a nice guy, though, funny, and totally willing to carry groceries through the desert.
“Pretty sure that was thunder,” Darcy said, peering through the windshield up at the sky. It sure looked dark and ominous out there. “If it rains, I’m stopping until it’s done.”
Clint peered outside too- or she guessed he did, it was a little hard to tell for sure behind the dark shades he wore- and nodded. “That’s a good idea.”
They’d already done their shopping and were just headed home. They didn’t have too many cold things to worry about- the bar fridge in the remote lab only held so much- and stopping was better than, you know, getting caught up in flash floods or whatever.
That? That was definitely thunder. A flash of lightning arced across the sky off to their left, and then the sudden rain was deafeningly loud against the roof of the van.
“Guess it was thunder,” Darcy said, raising her voice to be heard above the weather.
Clint nodded. “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”
Darcy shrugged. She undid her seatbelt and climbed between the seats into the back of the van. Clint watched her, eyebrow raised. “Storm safety. Get your ass back here.”
Watching him climb between the seats was pretty damn fantastic. He settled down on the floor beside her, legs crossed, and his eyebrow went up again as Darcy slid into his lap. “Storm safety,” she said again. “Don’t touch the sides of the vehicle, just in case we get hit by lightning. You’re pretty much in the center of the van…” That was an excellent excuse. Reason. Whatever.
He was grinning again as his arms settled around her waist, holding her against him. “Well, we’ve got some time to kill. I want to learn all about Darcy.”