It had been three months since Agents Darcy Lewis and Phil Coulson left a little town called Shady Oaks. They were assigned to act as a married couple to find out what happened to several missing men. They had found out that there were two werewolves hunting the town looking for mates. Phil got captured by one and Darcy saved his life, which he repaid by saving hers. During their time there Darcy and Phil grew close together and struck up a rather unlikely romance. It continued after they returned back to headquarters, but they had to be extra careful to keep it secret. The only person that knew about them was Clint Barton, and so far he had been good about not giving them away.

Darcy and Phil kept a very professional relationship at work but when they were alone together at his or her apartment it was a completely different story. Many nights they just spent curled up on the couch or in bed, watching TV, reading together (Phil especially thought it was hilarious when Darcy read 50 Shades of Grey to him in an overly dramatic voice), or just holding each other. When they went out in public, they made sure that they were never seen by anyone from S.H.I.E.L.D or the Avengers. They were risking their jobs every time they were together, but it was worth it to them. While what they had going on might seem tedious to other couples, Phil and Darcy were determined to make it work.

Darcy's phone rang and she smiled when she saw who it was. Carefully she picked it up without dropping it into the water. "How's the expo?" she asked, sloshing the water around in the tub when she sat up.

"Justin Hammer was just on and made a complete fool of himself. Other than that, nothing too exciting. Stark isn't coming on until the end for his reveal," Phil answered. "I had to get out of the main conference room for a bit, so I thought I'd give you a call from the lobby."

"I'm taking a bubble bath at your apartment."

"Mmmm ..." Phil's voice purred over the phone. "Wish I was there."

"Hey! I came in here to get clean. Now I'm just starting to feel dirty again. Stop it, sir," Darcy giggled. "Besides you and me in your tub doesn't work. Remember we tried?

"Shower, then?"

"No way! Not even Satan takes showers as hot as you do!" She had made a mistake of jumping in the shower while he was taking one before and almost got third degree burns. She had never known any man to actually enjoy taking a shower in scalding hot water before. "Actually, I'm not really relaxing in here. I'm reading up on that mission to Argentina. I can't believe Fury assigned Agent Morrison to it. Does he not know that that guy is barely capable of tying his own shoes?"

"Hmmm ... sounds like my work ethics are rubbing off on you."

"I know! What the fuck is up with that, man?" Darcy joked.

Phil chuckled.

Darcy stood up and stepped out of the bathtub. "I wish I could be there with you. I've always wanted to go to a Stark Expo. I heard he throws a good party." She dried herself off and then wrapped the towel around her.

"There's a pretty good desert bar here. Chocolate fountain is at least ten feet tall." He paused for a moment and Darcy could tell he was taking drink of something.

"Are you staying in Flushing tonight?" she asked, reaching into the bottom drawer of the dresser and pulled out some fresh clothes. She had been staying at his place so much that she actually had her own drawer in his dresser and cabinet in the bathroom. Darcy walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it as she slipped her shorts on.

"I'm not planning on it," he answered, his voice slightly slurred.

Darcy grinned. "Me thinks you're a little tipsy, Agent."

There was a long pause over the phone. "I should have known not to accept a drink straight from Stark's hand. He's seems to think I'm uptight for whatever reason."

Darcy slipped on one of Phil's t-shirts, and giggled. "Well, maybe he needs to get to know the real you."

"Not happening. I like our relationship the way it is," Phil said flatly.

"You better not try to drive home tonight," Darcy giggled into the phone as she walked out into the living room. She sat down on the couch and pulled an afghan around her. She lifted the corner of it to her nose and smiled–she loved that she could smell his cologne on it. It made her feel like he was right here with her even though he was miles away.

"I'll be fine. I want to see you tonight. We haven't actually been alone together since–"

"Like in forever," Darcy sighed. It had almost been two weeks without any alone time with Phil. He had been working late every night on mission details to an operation to a place called Bagalia. He had almost been put on it while he and she were still in Shady Oaks. Luckily, he was able to make Fury postpone it, but as soon as he returned to work after the events in Shady Oaks, he was placed back on it. It wasn't bad at first because they still were able to spend a great deal of time with each other, but now that it was getting closer for he and his team to leave, his time was more focused on work than her. A chilly breeze blew through the apartment window and Darcy pulled the afghan tighter around her. "You're going to miss 'It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.'" Darcy flipped on the TV and snuggled down into couch.

"Can you DVR it? We can watch it tomorrow night."

"We won't be home," Darcy replied with a smile. It seemed Phil forgot something rather important, or he was choosing to pretend he forgot about it so he wouldn't have to go.

"Why won't we be home?" he said loudly into the phone over the blasting AC/DC music in the background.

"God, what the hell is going on in there? Sounds like a rock concert," Darcy pressed the phone tighter to her ear so she could hear Phil.

"Looks like Stark's about to take the stage. I better–" There was a whacking sound, followed by a grumbled 'shit' from Phil.

"Phil? What just happened?" Darcy asked.

"I turned around and walked into a glass door," Phil muttered over the phone.

"Seriously?" Darcy burst out laughing. "You know Tony is going to be playing the security tape of that over and over again, right?" she said through another fit of laughter.

"Yep," he muttered again. "I think I'm going to have to hack into his system and delete that. Listen, sweetheart, I've got to go inside now. I'm leaving for home after this thing is through. I'll probably get in around midnight."

"Phil, you're talking funny and walking into glass doors. You better see if you can shack up there tonight. I'm sure Stark's got plenty of room for you." Darcy pressed the record button on the remote as soon as Charlie Brown came on. She wanted Phil to be with her more than anything tonight but there was no way he was fit to drive.

"I'll be home," he said over the loudness of music. "See you later tonight, sweetie."

Darcy sighed into the phone. "Okay. See you tonight." There was a clicking noise from Phil's end, followed by a dial tone. Darcy sighed again and looked at the blank screen of her phone and drummed her fingers on the arm of the couch. Phil was coming home tonight whether he was fit to drive or not. Of course, a tipsy Phil could be really hot for some bedtime fun times, but a squished Phil on the highway would not be. Darcy tapped her fingers faster trying to devise a plan to get him home in one piece. She nodded to herself and picked up her phone, dialing Clint's number.

It rang several times and then Clint picked up. "Yel-low?"

Darcy snorted. "Dork. Hey, listen, do you think you can do me a favor?"

"Depends. What do you need?"

"Phil's in Flushing, New York at the Stark Expo and needs a ride home. I was thinking maybe you could contact Pepper Potts and see if she can arrange a car ride for him. I mean, I do it but I know she's going to want to know who I am and all that razzle dazzle."

"What's wrong with his car? Is it broke down or something?" Clint asked.

"No, his car is fine. Phil's a little inebriated. Not like crazy bad, but I don't want him driving for hours like that. He'll be tired too. He needs a ride."

"Phil's drunk?"

"No. Clint, can you do that for me? I told him he should just stay there for the night and come home tomorrow morning but he's dead set on getting home." Darcy sat up on the couch and lit the sandalwood candle on the coffee table.

"Sounds like he wants to get it on with you. You guys haven't been together in like almost two weeks, right?" Clint said.

"Eww, what are you keep track of us or something?" Darcy made a face at the phone.

There was a chuckle on the other end. "You keep whining about it. Okay, okay, I'll call Pepper and see what I can do."

"Just say that you talked to Phil and he sounded like he might need a ride."

"Sounds like there is flaw in this plan somewhere," Clint snickered.

"Hey, I might not be the best at planning things without a hitch like my boyfriend, but it's either this or possibly having him end up wrapped around a telephone pole." Darcy said.

"Speaking of planning things. Thanks for your help on organizing my Halloween Party."

Darcy smiled. "No problem. It was fun. I haven't been to a real Halloween Party in years. It was nice of Tony to let you have it at the Avengers Tower."

Clint chuckled. "All I said to him was party and he was in."

Darcy leaned back on the couch and yawned. "Phil isn't very thrilled. He doesn't do Halloween or costumes he said. " She rolled her eyes.

"Not even when he role plays as Captain America in the bedroom?" Clint teased. "Or is it you that has to wear the Captain America costume for him?"

Darcy laughed out loud and snorted at the same time. "You're a jerk!"

There was a laugh on the other end. "Okay Miss Piggy, I better call Pepper. I'll text you to let you know what the deal is."

"Sounds good. Thanks Clint," Darcy smiled into the phone as hung up. Not only had her relationship with Phil grown stronger over the last few months, but her relationship with Clint had as well. They were better friends than ever before. He wasn't weirded out at all that she and Phil were dating; he actually said he was happy for the both of them. Now if Darcy to get him to confess his feelings for Natasha.

A few minutes later her phone buzzed.

{{Got him a ride}}

At least she wouldn't have to worry about him getting home safely now. She smiled into her cup of hot chocolate, snuggled into the afghan, and went back to watching her show as she waited for her man to arrive.

It wasn't until after one a.m when she woke from the sound of keys scratching on the other side of the door. It was that sound when someone was drunk or overly tired (or both) and couldn't exactly get the key in the hole. Darcy yawned and stretched her arms over her head as she rolled off the couch and walked over to the door and opened it up. "Well look what the cat dragged in?" she smirked, placing her hands on her hips.

Phil's eyes were glassy from too many drinks or over exhaustion (or both, Darcy couldn't tell yet). "You want to explain to me why Pepper Potts was dragging me by the arm out of my car and shoving me inside Stark's limo?" he raised his eyebrow as he walked past Darcy and into his apartment. He tossed his bag on the floor and turned back to his girlfriend. "She said Clint said I was drunk off my ass and couldn't drive home. Funny, I don't remember talking to Clint at all this evening. I do, however, recall talking to his partner in crime," he smirked.

"Well, hello to you too," Darcy said shutting he door and walking over to the couch where Phil was sitting. She plopped down next to him and tipped her head onto his shoulder. "I was being one of those worrying girlfriends. I wanted you home in one piece."

"I'm not drunk," he said kissing the top of her head. "I am a bit upset that my car is in Flushing and that I'll need to go retrieve it in the morning."

"At least you didn't drive Lola," Darcy looked up at him and grinned. Other than his vintage Captain America cards, Lola, was his prized possession. Nobody but him touched Lola.

"Lucky for you," he smirked, wrapping his arm around her. This was the first time in almost two weeks that he was able to intimately touch her. "I missed you," he said kissing her forehead.

"Missed you too. Happy you're home," she replied, playing with the buttons on his dress shirt. "Though, I was sort of hoping you would be drunk off your ass so I could take advantage of you," she smirked, yanking his tie playfully.

He looked down at her and arched his eyebrow. "Who says you can't take advantage of me still?" He reached for the remote and flipped the TV off, just leaving room lit by the warm glow of the candle on the table.

Darcy was already popping the buttons of his shirt open. "Prepare to have your world rocked, Agent," she whispered against his ear.