The Bed Song | Darcy & Coulson
Armed with a bag of junk food, soda, and Kill Bill, Darcy made her way down the hallway of S.H.I.E.L.D. with purpose. It had taken some finagling to get down to the medical wing. Her clearance was decent, but almost not enough for someone as important as Phil Coulson.
Stopping in front of a closed white door, Darcy hesitated a moment. It wasn't that long ago that she had heard the news of Coulson's death. Jane had been surprised at how badly Darcy had taken it, but Jane hadn't seen the snarky friendship that had been born from a stolen ipod never returned. Coulson was a good man, Darcy was fairly certain it was his planning that left her with the job at Stark Tower. It would have been easy to forget about the loud assistant with a poli-sci degree, but Coulson never forgot her.
Biting her lower lip, Darcy knocked softly on the door, opening it just a crack, peeking her head in, "Coulson? You awake?" she said, softly.