calmDarcy Lewis Ship Week: Agent Darcy Lewis
Chapter 4
When Darcy began her training for S.H.I.E.L.D., she wasn’t exactly out of shape. Darcy had always enjoyed running, despite the pain of running with big boobs. But she was wholly unprepared for the pain that was S.H.I.E.L.D. training. The first month of her training was simply to show Darcy just what exactly it meant to be in shape. She crawled and climbed and jumped and stretched till she thought she would fall over dead. She started the month barely able to do one standard push-up and ended the month doing five pull-ups.
The second month was more of the same with increasing levels of difficulty. When Darcy felt like she had finally succeeded in reaching one of the set training goals, the bar was raised. The third month at S.H.I.E.L.D. found Darcy starting her fight training. For twelve hours a day, Darcy learned a combination of Krav Maga, Judo, Kung Fu, kickboxing and street fighting. She also had to spend an hour a day at the shooting range, and two hours a day learning to tie/untie knots and pick locks.
After her sixth meeting with Coulson, Darcy was going to the range to meet with her shooting instructor Agent Bramson when she finally met the infamous Agent Clint Barton aka Hawkeye in person. She had certainly heard enough about him and had caught several glimpses of him from around corners, but nothing could prepare Darcy for the arm porn that lay before her at the end of the shooting range.
Clint stood motionless with his bow in his right hand and an arrow nocked and ready, and his bare left arm pulled backed, muscles bulging. He made shot after shot and Darcy watched him, fascinated with how steady and calm he seemed despite the ringing noise of gunshots all around him.
Internally Darcy chastised herself for her reaction to the man. She knew that whatever was going on or not going between Agent Barton and Agent Romanoff (S.H.I.E.L.D. agents gossiped liked teenage girls), she did not want to be in the middle of that. But working at S.H.I.E.L.D. had introduced Darcy to a whole class of men that had previously been unattainable for her. Sure Thor had technically been the one to introduce her to these sorts of guys, but he was Jane’s and Darcy was certainly a loyal friend. The men (more like boys) that Darcy usually associated with had been classmates. High school boys were all dumb so she had ignored them, and the college guys Darcy hung with were all skinny and intellectual and full of themselves. But the men of S.H.I.E.L.D. were Men (with a definite capital M). Despite Agent Mathers’ apparent idiocy, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were not stupid, many had advanced degrees or had been funneled into S.H.I.E.L.D. through military intelligence (an oxymoron if Darcy ever saw one). But they also had the advantage of previous training and/or S.H.I.E.L.D. training, which led to a lot of fit men able to sustain a conversation.
Darcy was in nerdy girl heaven.
Darcy pulled out her cell phone to check the time and realized that Agent Bramson was late, which had never happened before, so she was unsure what to do. Just as she was putting her phone away and contemplating take a nap in a corner somewhere, Agent Barton looked up.
“Are you ever coming over here sweetheart or are you expecting me to train you from a distance?” Clint asked her with a smirk.
Darcy felt her stomach flutter and mentally cursed herself for being such a girl. “Well considering I didn’t know I was finally training with the amazing Hawkeye, I was actually just going to shoot off some rounds all alone, but hey stud, if you really want to show what you’re made of I’m game.” Darcy tried to say this as nonchalantly as possible, one hand on her hip and the other twisting the hair from her ponytail, but as Clint looked her up and down, smirk firmly in place, Darcy realized it came out flirtier than she intended.
“Game on then.” And with that Clint turned back to the target, put down his bow and picked up a gun and shot a perfect circle around the center of the target.
Darcy thanked the god of thunder for falling out of the sky.