Darcy/Rumlow 4
Darcy pulled on the door handle, but it was just like trying to open a locked car. The handle moved, nothing happened.
She looked back to see Rumlow watching her, arms folded across his face, an eyebrow arched. “Did that help?” He’d assured her that he’d already tried all possible exits, but apparently they had some time to kill, so Darcy had figured it wouldn’t hurt to try them as well.
She rolled her eyes at him, pacing across the small, concrete room to where an empty plastic tote was overturned on the floor. It was really the only thing in the tiny storage(?) room that passed as furniture, and she sank down onto it. “Whatever. I’m sure you’re coming up with some big, impressive plan to get us out of here.”
He shrugged. “Wait. Conserve energy. Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while… That door will open at some point, and we don’t know who’s going to open it.”
So, waiting… Darcy’d had a lot of practice with waiting- it seemed half of Jane’s work consisted of waiting and staring at things- but at least the company was better. Here, there was only Agent Rumlow for company, and she hardly even knew him. He’d been assigned as her “security” detail, after Coulson had found her poking into things she wasn’t supposed to be poking into.
With nothing else to do and nothing to look at in the small, concrete-walled room of uniform gray, her eyes kept drifting back to him. He was… You know. Lean. Bad-ass looking. Nice arms. Dark eyes, stubble that looked like it would feel amazing against her-
Okay, how fucking bored was she that she was fantasizing about her very own, personal Jack-Booted Thug?
He smirked, his eyes moving over to her. “Get up.”
Her eyebrows lifted. “What?”
“Up.”
She stood, eyes on him to see what he would do. He walked over, though, and took her place on the overturned container. “Hey!”
One hand encircled her wrist, and she felt him pulling her down across his thighs. “This is the only seat. Unless you’d rather I sat on you…”
Darcy rolled her eyes. She settled against him, though, relaxing as much as she could. “But then if someone comes in, you’ll get up and I’ll hit the floor.”
“I don’t think anyone’s coming in for a while.” His eyes were fixed on her, dark, intense. “No, I think we have a lot of time to kill.” His breath was tickling against her neck, and suddenly Darcy wasn’t having any problems coming up with ways to pass the time.