Phil Coulson, unsung hero, national treasure, doing the jobs no one else wants to do.
"Sometimes it's the sneakiest way in, okay; I know everyone's seen Die Hard, but only the truly paranoid ever put traps in vents." He's pretty sure Stark hasn't, but also, those vents are not person-sized. Pretty sure that was deliberate.
"And if Stark wants a few pointers on shooting, he knows where to find me."
He stays right where he's at, eyes sliding shut, for several long moments. His breathing evens out much more deliberately this time. The terrible crawling sensation that makes him want to shuck his own skin recedes to just a very, very distant occasional buzzing. The beast beneath his breast calms its frantic and rapid-fire beating.
"Thanks." For being a good handler. For being a good friend. For being here. "And sorry. Again. Shouldn't have to be on babysitting duty for me."
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"Sometimes it's the sneakiest way in, okay; I know everyone's seen Die Hard, but only the truly paranoid ever put traps in vents." He's pretty sure Stark hasn't, but also, those vents are not person-sized. Pretty sure that was deliberate.
"And if Stark wants a few pointers on shooting, he knows where to find me."
He stays right where he's at, eyes sliding shut, for several long moments. His breathing evens out much more deliberately this time. The terrible crawling sensation that makes him want to shuck his own skin recedes to just a very, very distant occasional buzzing. The beast beneath his breast calms its frantic and rapid-fire beating.
"Thanks." For being a good handler. For being a good friend. For being here. "And sorry. Again. Shouldn't have to be on babysitting duty for me."