Shoes to Fill
Coulson stood in the Director's office and looked around at the sparsely decorated space. Fury's absence had created a vacuum in the S.H.I.E.L.D. hierarchy and the World Security Council was looking for answers. Unfortunately, despite his status as Fury's "one good eye", the man had never seen fit to tell Coulson everything.
He also did not conveniently leave folders on top of his desk labeled "This is the mission roster that you are looking for." He had known it would be too much to ask, but one could hope.
Suppressing a sigh of frustration, Coulson started to look through the drawers he could open without needing a code or thumbprint. It would take him hours to find what he needed, if he found it at all.
It was not going to be easy, trying to run things without the man he had worked beside for so many years. Fury had made it all look easy, though he knew it had been anything but. If only Coulson had the luxury of starting over, or at least a briefing.
Closing the last drawer, he started to consider the secret panels he knew about and possible locations of the ones he didn't, hoping he wouldn't have to dig through any potted plants or garbage cans.
