Because she was a grownup, Darcy did not flip Agent Coulson off. Or stick her tongue out at him. But it was tempting. Really tempting.

She let Jane go ahead and just hung back to walk with Clint, bumping into his shoulder accidentally on purpose once he'd collected his bag and gotten his cute buns moving. She pulled her iPod back out of her pocket and waggled it at him, like it was a trophy.

Which, as far as she was concerned, it was. This was Darcy Lewis, taking no shit from The Man.