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Juggling a 4-cup drink carrier, a takeout bag, and a full bag of test data while running full tilt in 4 inch heels across polished marble floors is an acquired skill. A skill learned from being the “Lab Resource Manager'' for the Stark Industries Executive Research and Development Department and having to regularly report to one Ms. Virginia Potts.
While it was the smallest R&D department, consisting of only four people, those four people were certified off-the-charts geniuses with special and specific needs. Dealing with super special people was Darcy Lewis’s bread and butter after dealing with Doctors Jane Foster and Erik Selvig on the regular her last few years of college and then graduate school and a few little end of the world scenarios. Ms. Potts thought she had the qualifications on dealing with Jane, Tony and Bruce as well as a few interns and Darcy had proven it again and again.
Today was courier duty, which she could have left to an intern, but they were busy and she wanted a coffee from a non-Tower coffee shop. Thus she was scrambling to get to the executive “Avenger” level elevator on time to drop off items before heading to the finance meetings. The elevator door was open when she got there, which was not surprising since JARVIS kept track of who entered the building, but what was surprising is that the lift was not empty. An imposing man in black was standing waiting for her to enter.
“Director Fury, Good morning” she said. Not letting her nerves show, she smiled brightly.
“Ms. Lewis” he brusquely commented.
“Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner are available right now if you need them.”
“Good.”
Darcy eyed him while she continued to balance everything and was startled by an incongruous phone ring coming from the depths of Fury’s void black trench coat. She gave him the side-eye as the ring repeated and he pulled it out of the internal pocket. She recognized it from her childhood and wondered who would be calling Fury that he set it to Kim Possible’s ringtone from the cartoon. Fury stared at her as he spoke, not conveying anything but a small squint with his visible eye.
“Romanoff,” he stated flatly.
Darcy’s eyebrows rose and then she had to suppress a giggle. The Black Widow as Kim Possible? Yeah, that fit so well she’s surprised she never thought of that...which makes Clint...Ron Stoppable. Oh Gods!
Fury was still listening and cocked his eyebrow at her. Yeah, he knew she made the connection. Did that make him Wade? And who would be Rufus? Sounded like a fun Friday activity for the interns to discuss. Her thought train was interrupted by the elevator stopping at her floor and Fury putting his phone away.
“I trust we don’t need to discuss anything, Ms. Lewis?” Fury stated. There was a twinkle in his eye now. “I have nieces and nephews,” he paused as he ushered her out of the lift. “Some things just make my life a little more entertaining.”
“No, sir, nothing to discuss with me. Except,” She gestured to the to-go spread in her hands. “Next time, maybe tell me what to bring you for coffee?”
Fury smiled wickedly. “Make it taupe and cavity inducing,” he commented as he walked towards Tony and Bruce’s labs.
Darcy smiled. Sure, Wade, I got you boo! and made a mental note to add that to the list of orders.