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Listen to This | Darcy & Coulson

There were probably a bunch of things that Darcy could have been doing, things that actually fit her job description, like watering the scientists and feeding the plants. Luckily, she'd already done her fair share of busy work for the day, and glancing over at Bruce completely engrossed in something purple and vaguely slimly, it was the perfect time for Darcy to flip through her extensive iTunes library, and put something together for Phil.

She was sure he must be out of his mind bored, stuck in that boring hospital room, all white walls and white sheets and white noise. None of that would work for her, Darcy knew. She'd have made somebody bring her favorite quilt, her stuffed lamb, and probably hung something up on the walls, never mind how against the rules all of that may be. It was impressive that Phil hadn't been more stir-crazy, when she had gone to visit.

Now, Darcy scrolled through her seemingly endless collection of music, pulling out songs here and there that she thought he'd either A. Enjoy or B. Laugh at. Either seemed like a fair trade to her, and it wasn't long before she had a little playlist. Opening her email, Darcy grinned as she started to write one out to Phil.

Dear Phil, Son of Coul, 

I have complied a brief collection of music, for your discerning ears. I hope you are pleased, and that you think of me whilst enjoying the songs.

Here is the link: https://dl.dropbox.com/u/41166144/Man%20in%20Black.zip

~ Darcy

There was a little 'swooosh' as the email sent, and Darcy giggled, thinking of the look on Phil's face when he saw some of her choices. Regardless of the actual music, she knew he'd get a kick out of it, and that was enough for her. 

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The Bed Song | Darcy & Coulson

Armed with a bag of junk food, soda, and Kill Bill, Darcy made her way down the hallway of S.H.I.E.L.D. with purpose. It had taken some finagling to get down to the medical wing. Her clearance was decent, but almost not enough for someone as important as Phil Coulson. 

Stopping in front of a closed white door, Darcy hesitated a moment. It wasn't that long ago that she had heard the news of Coulson's death. Jane had been surprised at how badly Darcy had taken it, but Jane hadn't seen the snarky friendship that had been born from a stolen ipod never returned. Coulson was a good man, Darcy was fairly certain it was his planning that left her with the job at Stark Tower. It would have been easy to forget about the loud assistant with a poli-sci degree, but Coulson never forgot her. 

Biting her lower lip, Darcy knocked softly on the door, opening it just a crack, peeking her head in, "Coulson? You awake?" she said, softly.

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Visiting Hours | Coulson

The smell of disinfectant clung to the white, sterile walls, and Clint shuffled his feet against the shiny linoleum. He was nervous. Or, he thought he was nervous. It's not like he had any right to be, but at least he could blame the slight tremor of his feet on the fact that he hated hospitals.

He was excited too, he supposed, tightening his grip on the bag of donuts he'd brought, his fingers playing over the shiny surface of the stack of DVDs he'd procured from the Tower. He'd missed Phil. He'd missed Phil a lot. That was always how it went didn't it? You care about someone enough and eventually they find some way to leave. He didn't begrudge Phil his death, obviously, not when there were others far more responsible, but there was something bitter-sweet about having his handler back.

The SHIELD doctor approached, all small smiles and easy-going gait, and Clint looked up at her with expectantly, his own smile forced and tight.

"Agent Barton, you can go in and see him now," she said quietly, looking down at the bag of donuts with the smallest shake of her head, "You'll have to be quick though, and I can't promise he'll be able to eat any of those."

"Yeah, sure thing doc," Clint replied, somehow resenting her just the smallest part for not understanding. It didn't matter if he didn't eat them, it mattered that Phil was back and the fact that he could eat them was enough to be celebrated.

He followed her lead to the hospital room, eyes cast to the floor, and shuffled over the threshold into Phil's room. Coulson was laid up in bed, surrounded by a hoard of beeping and flashing machines, far more than he had expected. He stepped further in, noting the position of the visitor's chair before promptly ignoring it and going to stand next to the bed.

"Long time no see, boss."