DYER | STEVE ROGERS

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Darla followed Natasha towards the bridge, which was the main part of the ship. She had sobered up now, which meant the voices were back.

She looked around the room in awe, it was huge and spacious. Everyone seemingly has their own desk and computer. Guards were posted on every entrance and exit.

"Gentleman. Darla." Fury turned around and looked to both Bruce and Steve and then over to Darla who had made herself comfortable on the table.

Steve pulled out ten bucks and handed it to Fury, his mouth parted slightly. Darla laughed.

"Told you." She paused. "You should know, I'm always right." She stated cockily.

Darla watched as Fury walked over to Bruce to talk and Steve continued to look around in shock. The blonde jumped off the table and walked over to the man, linking arms with him.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it." She paused before mumbling, "Eventually." She couldn't help but wonder how he was coping with all the new technology he was faced with.

"We're sweeping every wirelessly accessible camera on the planet." Coulson said as he crossed his arms, answering Bruce's question. "Cell phones, laptops, if it's connected to a satellite, it's eyes and ears for us."

"That's still not gonna find them in time." Natasha muttered as she crouched down next to a computer, which had a photo of Clint pulled up.

"He'll be okay." Darla smiled towards Natasha, which brought the girl a bit of comfort.

"You have to narrow your field. How many spectrometers do you have access to?" Bruce questioned curiously.

"How many are there?" Fury asked as he crossed his arms.

Darla unlinked her arm from Steve's and shrugged off her jacket, leaving her in a small, low cut, black crop top. Steve cleared his throat and averted his eyes, which didn't go unnoticed by Darla. She smirked, knowing that she had caught the mans attention.

"Call every lab you know, tell them to put the spectrometers on the roof and calibrate them for gamma rays. I'll rough out a tracking algorithm, basic cluster recognition. At least we could rule out a few places." Bruce paused. "Do you have somewhere for me to work?"

"Agent Romanoff, show Dr Banner to his laboratory please?" Fury questioned, Natasha nodded and lead Bruce away.

"Do I get my own special room?" Darla questioned pursing her lips and tilting her head slightly to look at Fury.

"Whatever you need, you get." Fury had a soft spot for the twenty year old. Through the years that he had tried to recruit her, she had made a good impression on him.

Darla walked away from Fury with a smug smile, knowing she had him wrapped around her little finger. She walked up to Steve and Coulson, who were both already talking.

"I mean, if it's not too much trouble." Coulson muttered. He had asked Steve to sign his trading cards.

"No, no. It's fine." Steve shook his head, but it was obvious to Darla that he was uncomfortable.

"Nobody's ever made trading cards of me. You should be grateful." Darla said as she looked up to Steve through her lashes. Steve noticed that she talked a lot more when she was sober and he couldn't help but wonder why.

"It's a vintage set. It took me a couple of years to collect them all." Coulson smiled proudly. "Near mint. Slight fixing around the edges, but-"

"We got a hit. A 67% match."

"79%." Darla corrected before the agent even had a chance to look back at the computer.

"She's right." He nodded.

"Always am." Darla shrugged cockily.

"Location." Coulson questioned as he finally pulled himself away from Steve. From the corner of her eye, Darla saw the blonde man let out a sigh in relief, making her chuckle.

"He might be a lot, but he seems like a genuinely nice person." Darla whispered to the man.

"I've never had anyone collect trading cards of me before." Steve uttered as he scratched the back of his neck.

Darla let out a small laugh,

"I'm sure he's not the first, and I'm sure he won't be the last."

"Captain. You're up." Fury said, Darla turned on her heel to face the man. "Darla."

The blonde just nodded, Fury didn't have to say anything. She walked out of the main room and towards where she would be sleeping for the next few nights to get changed.

"What's going to happen?" Fury questioned as he walked into her room. Darla turned around and faced the man. His eyes flickered towards the bottles of vodka. One empty and the other half full. "Oh Darla."

"Sometimes they get too much. It just helps a little." Darla shrugged honestly. She felt like there was no reason to lie to him, he already knew everything else about her.

"Do you know what's going to happen?" Fury questioned, trying to change the conversation.

He didn't judge the girl for drinking, he wasn't sure what he'd do in her situation. He couldn't even imagine hearing voices in his head telling him everything that was going to happen before it even happened.

"We're going to have a surprise guest join us." She uttered with a smirk.

She tapped Fury's chest on the way out of her room and was greeted by Steve, who was now in his uniform.

Darla pouted as she looked at the man,

"Your uniform does nothing for your ass."

Steve chuckled and shook his head. He knew that he'd had to get used to the comments like that from the girl.

His eyes flickered up and down the girl. She wore a dark red suit that hugged her figure perfect.

"Wow." He whispered, and quickly realised what he said. A light blush made its way onto his face. "W-we should get going?" He stuttered.

Darla nodded and walked in front of Steve with a playful smirk spread across her face. She could feel his eyes on her as she walked away.