Clint & Darcy | Catching up
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xp_logsDarcy and Clint catch up in the kitchen.
Clint walked into the main kitchen, hair still damp and beard freshly balmed. He made a beeline for the fridge, opening it to find whatever leftovers were available for general consumption.
"What is this, Barton out of the science cave?" Darcy teased, coming out of the pantry with a loaf of bread. She wrapped an arm around him in a loose hug, giving him a critical once-over. "You even showered, didn't you? You smell good. Hot date, or did you finally offend someone's nose enough for them to make you?"
"I mean, despite everyone's belief that I'm incapable of taking care of myself, sometimes I manage," Clint said, grinning even as he returned her half-hug. "Y'know, just sometimes."
"Uh huh, you were getting a little ripe down there. And real food too! Gold star. For real though, you voluntarily left the portal? Is it a date, what, gimme deets bro." She let her arm drop and turned to the toaster, murmuring nice things to it as she slipped two slices in. "There should be a round container on the second shelf with leftover potato soup in it, if you're not sure what sounds good. Grab me the butter?"
"Nah, nothing special," Clint said. "Figured I'd get some real food, sleep in a bed, maybe have an actual conversation with someone that doesn't involve data points and interpreting readings." He paused, potato soup and butter in hand, before very, very slowly turning on his heel to look at Darcy. "You," he said, pointing at her with sixteen ounces of butter. "You, on the other hand, have apparently been having all kinds of interesting dates with Matt and Foggy and their lawyer school friend Marci Stahl..." After another dramatic pause during which he held the butter hostage, Clint said, "Bro."
Darcy gave him a sunny grin. "Matt told you about our Valentine's trip? He and Foggy had no idea what they were getting into, giving me and Marci more than five minutes alone together. They enjoyed the results, though, if the goofy grins were anything to go by. But bro. Matt took me to goat yoga as an apology back in August, we've progressed from there. I thought you knew."
"Bro," Clint said, shaking his head as he handed over the butter. "No. I knew nothing. The only reason I know anything now, apparently, is because he was distracted by holding up a door so I could get the hinges remounted to the frame. One dirty joke and suddenly I find out my baby bro's in a poly relationship with my former science bro turned spy bro. Bro."
She cracked up as her mind provided the visual, taking the butter as her toast popped up. "Bro. I mean, we've always been kinda flirty, but I knew he was dating Foggy, so I didn't press. But it came up, I admitted interest, he admitted Foggy would be okay with it. So we're still bros, but we do other stuff too." She swiped her knife carefully over the bread as she talked, trying to figure out how much mischief she wanted to start. "He's got magic hands. Very thorough."
Clint opened the microwave to reheat the soup, then turned back toward Darcy as he closed it and hit the '+30 seconds' button a few times. "Nope." He said. "Negative. Nyet. Nein. Absolutely not. I don't want deets about you from him, I don't want deets about him from you. And I'm Switzerland in any and all disagreements, no matter how big or small, that might take place now or at any point in the future."
Darcy gave him a mischievous wink. "I save the details for Foggy and Marci, and I'd never ask you to take sides on an argument. You want toast with your soup?" She dropped into a rough imitation of Gollum. "Carrrrrbs, precious."
Cracking up, Clint nodded. "Sure, toast'd be great. And as long as you guys are happy, I'm happy for you. Between all you lawyers, I'm sure you've got the communication side of things down, at least."
"We are happy. It's a balance, but we all know where we stand. Foggy and Matt, Foggy and Marci, Matt and me. Sometimes all of us. It's.. I couldn't do it, if we weren't communicating. I value Matt's friendship too much to add that sort of uncertainty." She popped two more slices in the toaster, giving it a gentle pat. "What about you? You've been back a few months, how's rebuilding those relationships going?"
"Nah," Clint said, grabbing his soup from the microwave. "Footloose and fancy free," he half-smiled. "Not a lot of time for flirting, let alone dating, with the portal being what it is. Plus..." He shrugged. "I dunno. I don't think I'm really in the headspace for it. Gotta work whatever's going on in my brain out after being undercover, y'know? I don't wanna put that on anybody else."
"I understand that more than I'd like to," Darcy acknowledged as the toast popped up, swiping butter across the slices. She set the plate in front of Clint and took a seat. "I'm down for platonic cuddling, if you ever want it. Shitty science movies, little bit of vodka, Darcy dual-action pillow and head scritch, whatever."
"Yeah, I'd be down for that. I haven't actually finished watching that marathon I recorded from whatever AU busted into our TVs back before the portal opened. There're like ten thousand sequels to Tremors and Sharknado. I'll bring the Skittles to drop in the vodka," Clint said, accepting the toast and taking a bite before he realized he'd forgotten to get a spoon. He stood up and retrieved one, then offered Darcy a fistbump before sitting back down. "I'm down for whatever. Though, do you mind if we do it in the Chapel? Like, not the subbasement, but I wanna be able to keep an eye on the portal, just in case."
"We can probably rig something up that would send camera feed and readouts to a tablet for you to carry around too, but going down there's fine. For now I'm gonna let you eat while it's still hot." She took a bite of her own toast, glad she'd made the stop in the kitchen instead of going straight to her room.
"Mm..." Clint hummed around his first mouthful of potato and cheese and bacon. "Yeah, sounds good. Some kinda wireless signal boost, maybe. I'll talk to Doug to see how heavily he can encrypt it and get back to you. Thanks for the toast -- and the check-in."
Clint walked into the main kitchen, hair still damp and beard freshly balmed. He made a beeline for the fridge, opening it to find whatever leftovers were available for general consumption.
"What is this, Barton out of the science cave?" Darcy teased, coming out of the pantry with a loaf of bread. She wrapped an arm around him in a loose hug, giving him a critical once-over. "You even showered, didn't you? You smell good. Hot date, or did you finally offend someone's nose enough for them to make you?"
"I mean, despite everyone's belief that I'm incapable of taking care of myself, sometimes I manage," Clint said, grinning even as he returned her half-hug. "Y'know, just sometimes."
"Uh huh, you were getting a little ripe down there. And real food too! Gold star. For real though, you voluntarily left the portal? Is it a date, what, gimme deets bro." She let her arm drop and turned to the toaster, murmuring nice things to it as she slipped two slices in. "There should be a round container on the second shelf with leftover potato soup in it, if you're not sure what sounds good. Grab me the butter?"
"Nah, nothing special," Clint said. "Figured I'd get some real food, sleep in a bed, maybe have an actual conversation with someone that doesn't involve data points and interpreting readings." He paused, potato soup and butter in hand, before very, very slowly turning on his heel to look at Darcy. "You," he said, pointing at her with sixteen ounces of butter. "You, on the other hand, have apparently been having all kinds of interesting dates with Matt and Foggy and their lawyer school friend Marci Stahl..." After another dramatic pause during which he held the butter hostage, Clint said, "Bro."
Darcy gave him a sunny grin. "Matt told you about our Valentine's trip? He and Foggy had no idea what they were getting into, giving me and Marci more than five minutes alone together. They enjoyed the results, though, if the goofy grins were anything to go by. But bro. Matt took me to goat yoga as an apology back in August, we've progressed from there. I thought you knew."
"Bro," Clint said, shaking his head as he handed over the butter. "No. I knew nothing. The only reason I know anything now, apparently, is because he was distracted by holding up a door so I could get the hinges remounted to the frame. One dirty joke and suddenly I find out my baby bro's in a poly relationship with my former science bro turned spy bro. Bro."
She cracked up as her mind provided the visual, taking the butter as her toast popped up. "Bro. I mean, we've always been kinda flirty, but I knew he was dating Foggy, so I didn't press. But it came up, I admitted interest, he admitted Foggy would be okay with it. So we're still bros, but we do other stuff too." She swiped her knife carefully over the bread as she talked, trying to figure out how much mischief she wanted to start. "He's got magic hands. Very thorough."
Clint opened the microwave to reheat the soup, then turned back toward Darcy as he closed it and hit the '+30 seconds' button a few times. "Nope." He said. "Negative. Nyet. Nein. Absolutely not. I don't want deets about you from him, I don't want deets about him from you. And I'm Switzerland in any and all disagreements, no matter how big or small, that might take place now or at any point in the future."
Darcy gave him a mischievous wink. "I save the details for Foggy and Marci, and I'd never ask you to take sides on an argument. You want toast with your soup?" She dropped into a rough imitation of Gollum. "Carrrrrbs, precious."
Cracking up, Clint nodded. "Sure, toast'd be great. And as long as you guys are happy, I'm happy for you. Between all you lawyers, I'm sure you've got the communication side of things down, at least."
"We are happy. It's a balance, but we all know where we stand. Foggy and Matt, Foggy and Marci, Matt and me. Sometimes all of us. It's.. I couldn't do it, if we weren't communicating. I value Matt's friendship too much to add that sort of uncertainty." She popped two more slices in the toaster, giving it a gentle pat. "What about you? You've been back a few months, how's rebuilding those relationships going?"
"Nah," Clint said, grabbing his soup from the microwave. "Footloose and fancy free," he half-smiled. "Not a lot of time for flirting, let alone dating, with the portal being what it is. Plus..." He shrugged. "I dunno. I don't think I'm really in the headspace for it. Gotta work whatever's going on in my brain out after being undercover, y'know? I don't wanna put that on anybody else."
"I understand that more than I'd like to," Darcy acknowledged as the toast popped up, swiping butter across the slices. She set the plate in front of Clint and took a seat. "I'm down for platonic cuddling, if you ever want it. Shitty science movies, little bit of vodka, Darcy dual-action pillow and head scritch, whatever."
"Yeah, I'd be down for that. I haven't actually finished watching that marathon I recorded from whatever AU busted into our TVs back before the portal opened. There're like ten thousand sequels to Tremors and Sharknado. I'll bring the Skittles to drop in the vodka," Clint said, accepting the toast and taking a bite before he realized he'd forgotten to get a spoon. He stood up and retrieved one, then offered Darcy a fistbump before sitting back down. "I'm down for whatever. Though, do you mind if we do it in the Chapel? Like, not the subbasement, but I wanna be able to keep an eye on the portal, just in case."
"We can probably rig something up that would send camera feed and readouts to a tablet for you to carry around too, but going down there's fine. For now I'm gonna let you eat while it's still hot." She took a bite of her own toast, glad she'd made the stop in the kitchen instead of going straight to her room.
"Mm..." Clint hummed around his first mouthful of potato and cheese and bacon. "Yeah, sounds good. Some kinda wireless signal boost, maybe. I'll talk to Doug to see how heavily he can encrypt it and get back to you. Thanks for the toast -- and the check-in."
