love_bingo Prompt - Fatherhood
Theiver of iPods aka Dad
“What. The. Hell, Dad?” Darcy was whisper-yelling and yes, she knew (good and well) that trying to do both those things at once completely voided her ability to manage either.
“Darcy, you’re going to have to trust me on this. It is for your own good,” her father told her, but she was twenty-two, not fourteen, and that answer was no longer good enough (not that she thought it was good enough when she was fourteen either).
“That is not a good enough answer!” she said. “You took everything!”
“This is big Darcy, really big,” he said, “and possibly very dangerous.”
“I know it’s big! Jane has been working on this for years!” Darcy was actually shouting now, but she hoped that with all the scrambling and yelling and screaming phone calls going on in the building, no one would overhear her out inside her car. “Jane knows what she’s doing. I cannot believe you are doing this to us! Er, Jane, I can’t believe you’re doing this to her after how hard she’s worked. Whatever! Either way!"
“I know you’re upset and I’m sure she’s furious. I do understand, but you need to understand that this goes beyond national security; this is the security of the world we’re talking about. The Agency cannot risk someone taking it from her and I cannot risk someone hurting you to get to it. Jane simply does not have the resources to protect what she’s found.”
Darcy listened to her father’s explanations. He was using that calming tone. Darcy hated the calming tone.
“You took my iPod,” she ground out through her teeth.
“I’ll get you a new one,” he offered. That was a surprise, but it felt like he was trying to direct her away from being upset about all of Jane’s research being taken by him and his little crew of creepy men in black.
“That’s not the point!”
“Honey, I’m sorry, but this really is for your own good,” he said.
“Oh no, don’t you dare hang- “ she didn’t get to even finish the words before she could tell that the man was no longer on the other line.
Darcy got out of her car and walked back inside where Erik was arguing with someone on the phone. It looked like they had taken his smart phone because he was using the landline making this the first time Darcy had been thankful for her beat up old cell phone that had come with zero bells and less whistles because otherwise she was pretty sure they would have taken it too. Jane was just pacing, but she looked up at Darcy when she entered.
“Who hung up on you?” Jane asked. Darcy hadn’t realized she was still cursing her father out loud.
“Oh, my dad works in the government and I called him to see if I could maybe find something out for us, but all he would say was that he was sure it was for the best. Useless.”
“Darcy, unless your dad is one of those men in the black suits, I don’t think he could give us any answers,” Jane said.
"I had to try something! They took everything. I mean ever-y-thing - even my iPod, I mean, Jane, I just put like thirty new songs on there!” Darcy said, but couldn’t help but think, Oh, if only you knew. Not that many people knew who Darcy’s dad was and she was pretty sure that even less knew that Darcy was Phil Coulson’s daughter. She wasn’t sure that people who knew Coulson even knew he had a daughter or family at all. He said it was for her protection and she did actually believe him, even though she didn’t always like it.
Their relationship had always been a little complicated. Her parents had gotten divorced when she was quite young. They both promised it had nothing to do with her and everything to do with them (Darcy’s mom, Doris, insisted it was Phil’s job). Phil used to say he would always love Darcy's mom but that sometimes love wasn't enough, but Darcy's mom never had gotten remarried and had barely even dated when Darcy was growing up. Darcy used to point out that Phil hadn't gotten remarried and that maybe the two of them should try it again, but Darcy's mother would shake her head.
"I'm sorry baby, I love your father but he married his job."
This baffled Darcy for years. At first she hadn't understood how someone could be married to their work, but enough missed recitals and birthdays with a present but no presence enlightened her to the reality that so-called traditional marriages between people did not have the monopoly on commitment and monogamy.
That was not to say that Coulson wasn’t around or that he hadn’t been a good father, because he had, in his own strange way, been a very good father. It was just that his schedule couldn’t be worked around stuff like her playing Lucy in the play, “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown” or threatening her boyfriend on prom night (he hadn’t been there on prom night, but Darcy had found out later that he had made sure to threaten the poor boy’s reproductive health should her father discover that either of them used the hotel room reservation her boyfriend had made).
But really, she had a lot of good memories with him and she was trying to focus on things like when he used to let her win 13 Dead End Drive or when he brought her very first Taser and taught her how to use it responsibly (so as not to cause cardiac arrest, etcetera – well, unless it was necessary…). Those things helped her breathe a little easier. Oh she was still mad, possibly even angrier than she had been those times he had called from the other side of the world to say that she was grounded for getting a “C” in chemistry or for setting the stink bomb off in the gym.
“I appreciate the thought,” Jane’s voice brought her out of her memories. “I know you want to help, but I don’t think there’s anything your dad can do.”
Darcy wasn’t sure how to answer that. She could have said, He’s already done more than enough or He damn well could, but he won’t ‘cause he’s being a stubborn ass so she decided a change of subject would be better. “What about him?” she asked, pointing at Dr. Selvig. “Is he having any luck?”
Jane looked like she was about to answer when the man in question slammed down the phone. Jane heaved a sigh.
“I guess that answers that question,” Darcy said, but she hadn’t been especially surprised. She might not know much about her dad’s work, but she knew that most people hadn’t heard of S.H.I.E.L.D. never mind knew how to wrangle a favor out of them.
“I think it’s time for a rooftop conference,” Jane announced.
Darcy grabbed the pop-tarts and a pint of ice cream while Jane grabbed soda bottles to pass up to Selvig who had already started climbing up the access. At least rooftop conferences were the best pity-parties Darcy had ever attended and maybe she’d be able to find a way to wheedle more information out of her father later. Yes, she thought, I’ve done it before. All I need is a plan. Darcy grinned. Maybe all hope was not yet lost.