Darcy beamed at him, practically trailing at his footsteps as she followed him to one of the wall-in-progress of his fort barricade. Darcy had, at times, prided herself for the fact that she wasn't the type of girl who wore her heart on her sleeve, that she could be cool and composed and above it all.

Which was bullshit, really, but that fact alone made her glad that it was cold enough to make her look red as hell or else her blush would be painfully obvious and it would be embarrassing for all involved. (Or just for her.)

"I should've known your answer then, since I have a strict 'no fools' policy." Not really, but that's definitely a good policy to consider enforcing once she gets home. "I haven't been doing much, mostly hanging around in a cave and laying low. The most exciting things that've happened were sharing fish and a campfire with a hobo and watching this kid draw some of the worst Avengers fanart I've ever seen." She shrugged, gathering up some of the snow on the ground. "How about you? You're bound to've had more exciting adventures than me."