Chapter 1
Skye collapsed across the couch, groaning when Tripp smacked her feet off onto the floor. She had a trying day, she was tired and all she wanted to do was pass out. She didn’t feel like abiding by any “house” rules, as Darcy would call them.
“Rebel a little, Tripp. Nothing is going to happen if I have my shoes on the couch.” Skye grumbled again as she tried, and failed to gather the energy to replace her feet.
“You say that now, but if Mom saw you she would put you on bathroom cleaning duty again.” Tripp set his beer down, careful to place it on one of the coasters. Little Captain America shields that Darcy had purchased for Coulson on his last birthday.
“Ugh, I really wish you wouldn’t call her that. She’s our age.” Skye had finally turned herself around, but instead of setting her feet on the couch, she just tore her boots off.
“Oh, come on, if Coulson is Dad, Darcy is so Mom.” He laughed when Skye made a gagging sound. She always hated it when he called them that, but it was true. Those two acted so much like their parents it was scary.
“Coulson is NOT Dad.” She rolled her eyes. “Anyway, you make it sound like there is something going on between them.”
“You are kidding, right?” Tripp blinked at the incredulous look on his friend’s face. Surely, she knew… everyone knew!
“What?”
“Come on.” Jumping up, Tripp grabbed her arm and pulled a protesting Skye down the hall.
Skye frowned up at Tripp when he finally stopped them at the door of Coulson’s office. She was about to speak when he pressed a finger to his lips. She stopped listening, from inside she could make out music.
Tripp slowly opened the door just enough that the both of them could see inside. Skye just stood there blinking with her mouth hanging open.
There, in the middle of his office was Darcy in the arms of Coulson. The two of them were moving slowly, dancing closely while ‘Against All Odds’ played from the record player. Darcy had her head laying on his chest, one hand clasped over his shoulder, the other in his resting beside her face.
Coulson leaned down, pressing his lips against her hair. The two did little more than swing from side to side. Skye could see their lips moving, but she couldn’t hear what they were muttering to each other.
The song ended, and Skye watched as they pulled apart just far enough that Coulson could lean down and kiss her. She backed up quickly and motioned for Tripp to close the door. That was a very private moment that they should not have seen.
“Alright, fine. But I’m still not calling them Mom and Dad.”