Colors ⇻ Darcy Lewis

chapter four

Esme glared when the techie that she was stood in front of commented on the song choice in the iPod that she had given him to vet, "Just check it. I don't need commentary."

The chatty man huffed, continuing to check through the programming of the iPod, "This might take a while."

The brunette stayed silent, watching the codes go across the screen.

"Let me do my job, you'll have this back by the end of the hour."

Esme's eyes narrowed at him, checking for tells that he was lying, but, upon finding none, she spun around on her heel and strode off. Walking back to the room that she'd left both her bag and rifle in, she stepped to the side as Clint jumped down from the rafters of the ceiling.

"Was he terrified, Colors?" When she stayed silent the agent chuckled, "Didn't think so. Smith would have been more intimidated. Collins doesn't have a sense of self preservation when it comes to other agents."

Esme snorted, "But Collins'll get it done faster than Smith."

"True," Clint conceded, turning around so that he was walking backward and facing her.

"How's your coloring book coming, Colors?" He asked as they walked.

"It's a sketchbook, Barton," the brunette grinned, "You know this, you've seen me draw in it."

"I just thought you were defacing all of the people in there," the archer teased.

"Nah," Esme drawled, "just the pictures of you."

"So you did draw me!"

The agent grinned, "Only so that I could deface you later."

"Sure..." Clint trailed off, disbelief lacing his voice.

The brunette drew a lot of the people she knew. There were at least five of Clint, a few of Natasha, some random sketches of agents she saw in passing, and now, what she really wanted to draw was Darcy.

When the pair of them reached the room where they had previously been, they both sat down and Esme pulled out her sketchbook along with a package of drawing pencils. Clint began to set up his bow and load his quiver with arrows as she began to draw.

She started with a rough sketch before moving on to define the drawing based on the picture of Darcy she had in her memory. She knew that it wouldn't be as refined as if her soulmate were right in front of her, but for now she was satisfied with sketching and shading and creating a drawing of the perfect person she had been gifted with.

She stopped shading after a while to pull out a large pencil bag of colored pencils. The brunette opened it up and began to color the portrait. Esme tried to combine colors to get a natural color out of as many different colors as possible. The outcome reminded her of a color wheel, but when she held it out from her she could see that she did quite well in creating a nice portrait of her romantic.

When she looked up at the clock on the opposite side of the room, she realized that she had been drawing for over an hour and that it was about time that she picked up Darcy's iPod from Collins.

Thank you all so much, as I'm typing this Colors is at 99 reads and I am so thankful for that. I'm hoping that everyone is enjoying the plot line so far (even if it isn't all that exciting yet). I hope that you all have a wonderful day and I'll see you again next Friday. :)
~ Aria