#shieldagentcoulson

[jemmaagentofshield]

"You owe me a drink because when I saw you I dropped mine." --@shieldagentcoulson

Jemma had to laugh as she stared up at the older gentleman at the bar. "Smooth there, has that ever worked before?" she asked, scooting onto the nearest bar stool as she smiled up at the man before her.

[killerqueenwidow]

[ DISCOVER ]  for receiver to find sender at the end of a trail of blood. --@shieldagentcoulson

Natasha hadn't known what to expect when the coms went dark, but she knew it wouldn't be pretty. So she went to the last known location of her handler and followed anything suspicious. And when she saw blood, it terrified her inside. She tracked it to its source and she gasped seeing Coulson.

"What the hell happened, Coulson?" She asked, rushing to him and immediately looking him over for any extra injuries.

@shieldagentcoulson

[agentsterling]

"It's just a nightmare! Wake up!" @shieldagentcoulson

Late Night Panic Attack

I hate SHIELD.

No one in it can be trusted.

SHIELD is a den of liars and murderers.

Coulson's words echoed strangely in his ears. So far away. Like he was yelling at him from the surface as Sterling drowned below. He struggled for air. Begged for sleep. Said those three phrases.

And then...

Sterling took a deep breath in, back to the present in front of his superior. Fight or flight still activated even as Coulson's voice had grounded him, Sterling looked around trembling and covered in sweat. It had been a long time since he'd had a panic attack at the office but he had been working himself harder, sleeping less, skipping therapy sessions, and not really taking care of himself over the last month or so. Even stubble, which he rarely allowed to show, was stippling his face as his pristine state and self care suffered.

With horror, he discovered Coulson standing over him as he gathered himself. He tried to calm his breathing as best he could before speaking to his superior but his wide and terrified eyes were fixed on him. He could feel those phrases on his lips. Had he said them? Had he been repeating Merc's words in front of Coulson?

"Sir? What are you..." He buried his face in one hand while the other steadied himself on his desk. Coulson must have done sweeps of the office before leaving. He always seemed to find Sterling when he fell asleep at his desk and now this. "Sorry. I'm... I'll finish up and get home." He whispered breathlessly, still trying to distract from the embarrassment of the situation. He wasn't even sure yet what had set him off this time.

[born-to-be-mischievous]

Coulson Babysits || CLOSED

@deafarcher // @shieldagentcoulson

Unfortunately it seemed there wasn't much to be done for Nat and Clint besides wait for the spell to wear off. And worse off, Coulson had been the one to be assigned babysitting duties since he was their handler normally.

Nat was a curious little girl, seemingly calm most of the time, but feral when provoked. She sat happily on the floor, babbling in Russian as she played with dolls and stuffed animals.

[archivedredheadarcher]

@shieldagentcoulson // cont.

Scarlett already had her hand out to touch the grenade launcher, because of course she’d do that, but stopped when she heard Phil's warning and frowned in disappointment. “Why would you let me see it then ? I'll be careful, I promise !”

[birgitteoftheengel]

@shieldagentcoulson

Birgitte was familiar with the story of Icarus, and though it was really stupid. Anyone who flew high enough knew that the heat of the sun wasn't a problem; the cold was what did you in. But then again, she was the stupid one for flying too high. And she realised too late ice was forming on her wings. Suddenly they were too heavy, and she begun to fall.

The engel's mind raced to calculate, if she would defrost in time to break her fall, or at least stop from reaching terminal velocity, when she saw something red moving underneath her. She didn't have much choice, all she could do was manouver herself enough to aim at it. And then it was approaching fast, too fast-

Birgitte hit the target, feathers forming a cloud around her before getting swept away by the wind. She found herself on the backseat of a flying car.

[stxrsoldier]

@shieldagentcoulson // cont.

That’s actually a good question—one that causes the teen to stop for a moment. “Nobody, but I feel like I need to.” Although now he is no longer so sure. If he can help more staying here, then maybe that's where he should stay. “But I can do that if you want. I can help here.”

[seesbetterfromadistance]

@shieldagentcoulson​ Continued from here 

The second he’d handed it over he already knows there’s going to be a less than amused look on his handlers face but such is life, you win some and you lose some. 

“Aww Coulson no.” He delivers in his usual dramatic fashion, we were all there, well, not on the same rooftop but we all know what happened.” He paused. “Target in sight, am I clear. Take the shot. Target down.”