Darcy shrugged. If she ever spent time worrying about getting in trouble, she wouldn't do a lot of things, and her life, while potentially safer, would be a lot more boring.

"It's okay, dad," she informed Coulson. "Clint's playing nice for once."

She ignored all the posturing and macho. Sure, she knew that she could get her ass kicked by everyone in the room except maybe Jane. Once she'd admitted that to herself, it was easy to just let it go and move on.

So she just smiled sweetly at Clint. "And if you turn me into a pincushion, I won't be nearly as cute, which will just mostly suck for you since I'll be dead and won't care any more."

The smile turned into a grin for Bucky's benefit. "I totally did. He was acting weird. Nice to meet you, Bucky."