darcy/coulson, kidnapped
“I think God is trying to tell me something,” Darcy muttered. “The first time I go on a date in two years, and I get freaking kidnapped by a supervillain. Maybe I should just stay single.”
“I would hardly classify him as a ‘super’ villain,” Coulson retorted, as he skimmed his fingers along the doorframe. “Maybe ‘slightly above average villain.’”
“Or a ‘congratulations, you tried’ villain?” she offered, watching as Phil pulled something out of his pocket and went to work on the lock. “Maybe an ‘almost impressive villain’?”
“All good word choices,” he said, distractedly. There was a soft click, and the door swung inward on oiled hinges. “But perhaps we’re still giving him too much credit.”
Darcy grinned and pressed a kiss to Phil’s cheek. “Maybe this date’s not unsalvageable,” she said. “I bet we can still catch the late movie if you don’t have to ninja too many bad guys.”
He sighed. “We’re going to have to debrief with the Director.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re no fun.” He arched an eyebrow at her. “All right, all right. You win this time. But we’re going to the all-night diner down the street when we’re done and finish this damn date.”
He smiled. “I’m not arguing.”