Darcy/Clint 9
“You’re just going to walk in there?” Clint asked, eyebrow raised in disbelief.’
“Uh, yeah.” Darcy nodded, hands resting on her hips. “On my own two feet, and everything. Like magic!” She took in the doubt in his eyes. “What? I’ll have a contamination suit on, it’ll be fine.” You know, mostly. For a while. Hopefully for long enough to get the stupid alien-lust-plant out of there. Then she’d have to get out of the suit, and then… Well, she’d think about then when she got there. “Otherwise they’re going to quite literally fuck each other to death. I’m already going to have to deal with the emotional fall-out from this little…lab incident of theirs, I don’t actually want to have to deal with Jane dying on top of that.”
He watched her for a moment, nodding his head just once. “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.” He started for the locker holding the clean suits.
“Oh, no. No, no, no.” Darcy shook her head emphatically. “You need to stay out here. Because when I get out of the suit, I’ll probably come into contact with some of the plant pheromone shit, and I’ll need you to, um, give me a hand. Possibly a penis. Just, you know, clear out this area and maybe that room over there so we can have some privacy. And get Maria on the ventilation controls.” She thought for a second, zipping up the front of her suit. “Hey, JARVIS, there’s a fume hood in there, isn’t there?”
“Yes, Ms. Lewis.”
“Excellent.” She lowered the helmet-thing over her head and gave Clint a glover thumbs-up before turning towards the lab door. It was glass, but she’d pointedly been avoiding looking through it. Because- yup. She’d seen Jane naked. That, however, was entirely too much of Tony’s ass, and… Bruce was hairier than she’d thought. But there was the plant, on the table, looking all fucking evil. Both fucking and evil.
Taking a deep sigh, she reached for the door.