Anon prompted: Fury notices Loki’s soft spot for Darcy when he yells at her for something stupid she did and Loki fiercely jumps to her defense.
“That was classified information!” Fury’s voice echoed down the hallways, despite that he hadn’t shouted. Most who heard it crouched low over their keyboards. Not the girl on the receiving end of the argument. She stood with her head high and eyes flashing.
A few doors down Stark stuck his head around the corner, got a good look at the director’s face and said a silent prayer for the girl before retreating.
“Oh, come on. Thor’s poptart obsession is hardly a national secret. And what the hell, my facebook photos are friends only.”
“Any knowledge of the Avengers is classified. Out, Miss Lewis. I want you-”
“All this commotion.” Loki had emerged from one of the normally empty offices, fingers holding his place in the book at his side. “Over people learning my brother is an idiot? Really? I would think your race had observational skills enough to notice without our Darcy’s assistance.” He leaned a hip on the door frame of Fury’s office. “I do hope your remark was a dismissal and you are not firing the girl. I don’t have the time to train another minion on my coffee preferences. I imagine most of your scientists would feel the same.”
Fury narrowed his good eye, studying the god who had never said word one in any others defence. “Do not let it happen again, Lewis. Get out of my office.”
“Thanks,” he heard her say when the door didn’t close completely. “Nice of you to save my ass back there.”
“Child’s play, Darcy.”
“Still.” There was a pause as footsteps moved further away. “So seriously, you’re reading Lovecraft now? Dude, I’m getting really worried about the fate of my planet.”
No, Fury thought. No, he would not be letting the girl go. Keep your friends closer and your enemies, or more effectively those they cared for, much much closer.