While Darcy normally would prefer to stay up late watching awesome TV on Nickelodeon or TVLand, it's been a long day of avoiding Fury and making out with Clint in shady corners of huge office buildings. All in all, a pretty productive day if she says so herself.

So when she's roused from just falling asleep by her phone blaring America, Fuck Yeah Darcy greets it with no small amount of grumbling why she searches for her glasses and her phone. Not necessarily in that order.

"Agent Darcy Lewis, super secret spy for Chechen rebels unless you're Putin. How may I help you?" A pause, because she knows that voice and, more importantly, knows that ringtone. Darcy just needs her brain to catch up with her a bit. "Hey Cap."