It's A Girl! Darcy & Tony
Darcy grumbled as she waited, leaning heavily against the reception desk waiting for the woman to get off the phone and let her up. Why exactly she'd been summoned so urgently when she was supposed to be laid up recuperating was beyond her, and she wasn't exactly happy about it.
If Stark really wanted to talk to her he could've done it a thousand ways other than forcing her across town to his building. And he was going to hear about it as soon as she saw his face.
Finally the woman got off the phone, looked her up, and gave her a pass with strict instructions for where she could and couldn't go. And right now she was limited to Stark's office. Awesome. Taking the elevator up she burst in to his office without so much as a knock.
"Right, this better be good. I'm still hepped up on painkillers and breaking a whole heap of doctor's orders just being on my feet, so talk fast before I tell Thor you made my condition worse."