darcy & coulson, baby
Coulson cleared his throat, and Darcy snapped. “Whatever you’re going to say, I don’t want to hear it. I have had six hours sleep in the last week, my husband is god-knows-where doing god-knows-what for SHIELD, my babysitter’s sick, and I have to finish this goddamn report before Friday or the Council will be breathing down Fury’s neck even more than they already are. So THAT is why I brought my baby in to work, so you can take your rulebook and shove it right up your ass!”
Coulson didn’t look impressed or upset, his face as bland as it always was. “Are you done?”
She sighed and slumped forward, shooting a glance at the baby sleeping peacefully in her carseat. “Yeah.”
“What I was going to say is that there are several junior agents with child-care experience who would be happy to watch Sarah while you’re working. I could have one come pick her up shortly.”
She blinked up at him, her face flushing. “Oh. Well, then. Sorry about,” she waved her hand around, “that.”
He smiled. "I have three sisters and a half-dozen nieces and nephews, Darcy, and all three of them were complete bears while they were pregnant and after. I won’t hold it against you.” His smile turned wry. “This is your one freebie.”
“Yeah, yeah, my husband’s bigger than you,” she muttered as she leaned down to pick up the carrier.
“Only some of the time, Darcy,” Coulson said. ”And I outrank him all the time.”