I Didn't Ask For That.

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Breathe in. 

          Cool morning air, the smell of pine and           morning dew, autumns decaying leaves           all twined around each other.

                                                                              Breathe out…

And wait to see who was so anxious to see her they’d wake up before dawn.

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God, it was early.

But Coulson had business to discuss. So he woke up at the crack of dawn (no, before it) and got dressed. As he stared at himself in the mirror, adjusting his tie, he let out a long sigh. He felt like everything was going to hell.

He found May outside, of course, where she went in the mornings to do... her thing. Standing a couple feet away, hands clasped in front of him, he waited for her to notice him. When she turned, he stepped forward. “May. We need to talk. Our cover story’s not working.”

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darcylew1s:

Darcy laughed. She hoped it sounded at least kind of menacing. “Save that shit for someone who buys it. I’m not stupid, Coulson. Fuck. I thought that you had a little bit more respect for me than that.” She shook her head and stood up. “I’m observant, you know. It’s in my file. If you don’t trust me, whatever. It’s cool. But then why did you recruit me? If you don’t trust me, why do I spend seventy-five percent of my time looking after you? I am genuinely asking. Because from where I am sitting, it doesn’t make sense.” She paused and paced the room. She looked over at him, not really sure what her face was portraying, and gave a sad sort-of smile. “Help me understand.”

Coulson sighed. Of course she wasn’t going to just accept that. He picked up a pen and tapped one end of it against a stack of papers as he did a mental coinflip on what to do. He hated keeping secrets like this. Then she asked all the stuff about hiring her--it was true that she was a good agent, and she was observant, which was also another trait that lead to his decision to bring her to the Academy. “You don’t have to look after me,” was what Coulson opened with, straightening up and clasping his hands together on the desk. “I hired you because I did notice you possess a great number of qualities we look for in agents here at S.H.I.E.L.D. You’re doing more than you think, Miss Lewis.” God dammit. He needed to tell her. “Especially now, you’re.... definitely an important part of the team.” He dropped it there, for now, waiting to see her response.

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darcylew1s:

“I was trying to decide whether or not I was angry at you.” She replied, crossing her legs in the chair. “Still haven’t decided. But I figured that depending on how this goes, you will make the decision for me.” She raised an eyebrow and threw a pointed glance at the file he had pushed aside. “How long are you planning on keeping me in the dark? Because I am getting a little fed up, Boss Man.”

Oh, good grief. Of course it was about the secrets. Coulson frowned a little, not taking his gaze off Darcy. “I’m afraid I don’t understand your concern, Agent Darcy,” he responded, his voice mostly neutral with that ‘friendly’ hint to it. “Don’t call me Boss Man, it’s Coulson. If you’re here to talk about Fields, I’m afraid we’ve disclosed all that we can about the situation. Everything is under control.” That was a little bit of a lie.

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darcylew1s:

Darcy was tired of being kept in the dark by Coulson and Co. She didn’t understand why she was even recruited in the first. She wasn’t that great of a professor. She was a great agent but was rarely asked to go out on missions. She basically lived in Coulson’s office most of the time and yet she had no clue what kind of trouble he was getting into. From the looks of it, she was pretty replacable.

She understood the whole ‘compartmentalization’ thing and she was only a level five clearance…but wasn’t Simmons also level five? So why did it seem like she was the only one of all her friends to not be in on all the secret-keeping? Even Ward was in their club, for Christ’s sake. Was she the only one that thought he had beady little rat eyes? 

Darcy had been studiously ignoring all of Coulson’s texts and calls until she was finally ready to confront him. That day had come. She walked to his office, not bothering to knock before she opened the door. 

“What gives, Coulson?” She asked, walking in and plopping down in one of the chairs.

Coulson was going insane. 

Darcy wasn’t answering anything. She was never at his office, never at her office when he stopped by, he’d sent probably ten different agents to tell her that he wanted to see her, he’d called her--on top of everything that was happening, the last thing he needed was for her to start avoiding him to this extent.

He’d given up, now. He just wanted to make sure everything was okay with her, but apparently she was answering his question by not answering. 

Coulson was sitting in his office, reading over the diagnostics Simmons had written up about the cause, time, etc. of death of Agent Fields, when there she was. He quickly shut the file he was reading and pushed it aside, adjusting his reading glasses.

“It’s nice to see you too, Agent Darcy, finally. I feel like I should be the one asking what gives. Any reason you’ve decided to ignore me until now?”

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antriplett:

“Fitz?” Trip said. He glanced over at the engineer, still huddled beneath the tree. “Sir, with all due respect - he doesn’t like me very much. And I’m not sure why. Maybe you should ask Skye, or something. I don’t want to upset him even more.”

Coulson looked over at Skye. He could tell she was barely holding it together, and so was Simmons--and based on what he’d heard, Fitz and Simmons werne’t on the best terms anyway. He glanced back at Trip and shook his head. “Please. Just... try.”

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antriplett:

Trip’s first thought was that this was their fault. All of their fault. HYDRA was running rampant around base and they’d been foolish enough to go party like a group of reckless rookies.  And now a professor had been killed right under their noses.

“Is there anything else we can do?” Trip asked quietly, eyes drifting toward Fitz, who looked like an empty shell of himself, curled up on the ground. “Should we go comfort the students? Start an investigation?” His head pounded, the world was spinning - still drunk, still unable to think straight. But this was his job, his duty, and there was no way he could possibly give up on them now. He’d push until he was physically unable to do so - and he wasn’t quite there yet.

Coulson took a deep breath. His head was spinning, but he had to keep calm. For the good of everyone. “I’ll send out a notification in the morning. We’re going to need to be there for students--and anyone else--who are in shock. If Simmons is up to it, we can figure out all the specifics and try to get a profile on whoever might have done this.” He paused and glanced over at Fitz. “For now... I need you to check up on Fitz. Make sure he’s okay.”

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"Better be good, Fitz, I just won a--"

"Th-the courtyard."

When Coulson had made it to the courtyard, he looked around for Fitz, but first saw the body strung to the tree. Oh no. Oh hell no. 

"FITZ!" Coulson had shouted, terror seizing as he imagined that his agent had been murdered--but then he saw the cowering astrophysicist underneath. 

There was only a split half-second of relief; someone was still dead. Strung to a tree. 

Coulson's eyes were wide with horror, the alcohol in his system only contributing to make him feel completely terrified. Was this just a nightmare? It wasn't. He called in May first, together they brought the body down. It was Professor Fields. 

----- About ten minutes later, Coulson had called in the rest of the team. Skye, Simmons, Ward, Trip. The body was on the ground, May basically standing guard next to it, Fitz still curled up next to the tree, his face now in his hands. The rest of the agents came soon enough, looking worn out and drunk. 

Coulson took a deep breath.

"I have... unfortunate news." Everyone, besides Fitz, was too fixated on Coulson to look past him. "Half an hour ago... Fitz, uh... he discovered Professor Field's body strung to the tree." Coulson took a deep breath, looking away from the horrified faces of his agents so he could keep talking in a calm manner. "We're going to say it was an accident from the rave, but it's... absolutely foul-play. There's every reason to think Hydra's involved. What I need is for... for everyone to stay calm. We'll work out what to do, and--" He broke off. He had to remain calm. For everyone. "--and do not, at all, let anyone know what really happened."

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minaxhawke:

“I’m guessing you’re enjoying yourself agent Coulson?”

“Maybe a little.... okay yeah, a lot. Are you?”

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Coulson about Lola “corvette owners”

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☎ : List three or more people they would call out for during an emergency.

Nick Fury, May, or Maria Hill (alternatively, Skye).

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⊗ : What is something that causes them to question themself?

If someone gets injured or hurt in any way because of a decision he made. He hates putting people at risk or in danger unnecessarily and always questions and blames himself for the negative outcomes of his judgements.

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camden-quinn:

Camden watched as Coulson’s face contorted into a pained look; something he mistook for that look teachers gave students when they were asked a question they didn’t know how to answer. He had assumed the older man hadn’t known how to respond to the subject of hacking, that was of course until he started talking. “What?” Camden asked, it taking a moment to register in his own mind what Coulson had probably thought he had meant. “Woah, what?! No. No, not what I meant. Definitely not. I mean not that you aren’t-…No, I meant. Nevermind…just nevermind.” He lifted his hand to his face, rubbing at it in an attempt to hide how embarrassed he was, it only growing when he heard Coulson say his name. The man knew his name. “Uh..as for your age-..” he said, trying to change the subject. “You’re like sixty something..right?”

Coulson soon saw that Camden had no idea what he said was definitely an innuendo of some sort, which was a little amusing. His reaction made Coulson give him a more friendly type of look. “It’s alright. Don’t worry about it, you could actively try to come up with every ambiguously phrased innuendo and still not be able to beat Agent--Er, Professor Fitz’s daily amount.” His smile turned sour at the age estimation. Dammit. “What? Do I really look that old? Is it the hair?” He cringed. “I just turned fifty-one. I’m going to blame the fact that everyone thinks I’m some kind of artifact on the full minute I was dead.”