Back Again || Phil and Tony
There was no way in hell Phil Coulson was still alive. The man had been stabbed through the heart; Tony had heard Thor's screams and seen the blood to prove it; hell, Thor had seen Loki do it. Phil Coulson was dead, and whatever fucker thought it was a good idea to go impersonating him had another thing coming to him. Still, the hacker, the liar--the whatever it was that had sent the emails--had done a fine job, better than Tony would like to admit, because didn't that sound just like Coulson? No one else had been there when Phil had threatened to taser him and watch Supernanny (thanks Phil), no one would have known about any of that day, and yet someone, somewhere had overheard. So what was it: hidden microphones, cameras, a mutant of some sort? Tony had seen too many aliens and monsters at this point to dismiss the idea entirely, though he'd really rather stick to the reality of humans that he knew and understood.
The second the first email came in, Tony had had JARVIS run the tracking software through the database, but so far, nothing had come up that was at all helpful. Tony had found the location they'd been sent from, of course, and was looking into the area, but it was slow going. Even now, long after the last ominous, very Phil-like email had been sent, Tony was still sitting at his desk in his workshop, rereading old SHIELD files. Some file about Tahiti had been particularly difficult to decode, but it was loading now while JARVIS continued to keep an eye out for any movement regarding the technology that had sent those emails. Phil Coulson wasn't alive--couldn't be alive, and if any part of Tony was hoping to believe it, then, well, he'd been drinking too much again.
