"You are my favorite," Avenger, fake husband, person. Darcy has simple needs really and right now the loudest one is for caffeine. And Sam got her favorite.

She didn't think anyone actually knew her favorite coffee. Except maybe Coulson, because there's pretty much nothing that the man doesn't know. She sips at it and immediately the hit of caramel and coffee and whipped cream hits her mouth and her eyes slip close as she makes a happy noise.

And JARVIS is no match for a bunch of military or suburban wives on a mission to figure out everything about their newest neighbor. Shit, the world's best interrogators aren't a match for a sweet southern lady armed with a smile and plate of cookies.

Darcy Lewis was brought up right, so she's actually looking forward to testing out some of those rusty skills. "Oh and I got the rings from R&D. Apparently there's a passive tracking device in them."

She's holding them in her other non-coffee hand and she's grinning as she offers him hers. "You do mine, I'll do yours?"