pulling open the door of a S.H.I.E.L.D. SUV, face—to—face with @inhumanire. of course, he’s doing that thing where it’s REALLY hard to tell if he’s smiling or not.
Learned from the best: Google.
Believe it or not, May becoming so close with their group wasn't something that Coulson was expecting. However, it does benefit all of them for the better.
" researching things you have no business researching. "
moving to sit on the opposite side of the desk, daisy being met with a fatherly stern look.
" fury has things hidden for a reason. "
- And I couldn't be luckier to be a part of it." He started, stressed eyes now turned warm as the locked with May's. He should've trusted that conversing with her was the right way to go.
"Everything seems okay now, but I can't help but feel like it's the calm before a storm."
"Not always." Coulson didn't mean to disregard her words of reassurance. In many ways, she was right. But there was also the unmistakable truth that they had not always survived.
Revived, or brought back? Yes. But not always survived.
"We're one hell of a group, I'll admit. -
- suddenly turns to face the woman, hands being pulled from his pocket.
"Including myself, multiple times. I've seen the other side ... I don't want that for any of you."
It seemed absurd, especially for someone in the position of Director. But Coulson was not Fury. He had grown close to his team, in ways that made him see everyone around him no less than as family.
How could he not be afraid to lose that?
"I've sacrificed enough, May." He -
" 'Messed up'? " Walking up, Ward being presented with an icy glare.
"Two of my agents are dead, because of your lack of communication. What the hell happened back there?"
- mission, but ..." Coulson stops in his tracks near a window, looking out at Lola parked in the driveway of the safehouse.
"With all that we've been through, how long before something happens to you? Something that can't be reversed, or fixed?"
There was a sigh of defeat, lips pursed as he failed to maintain the intense gaze that May sent his way. "I'm worried, Melinda." He started, breaking away from the stare by beginning to pace around the room.
"About you, Daisy, Fitz-Simmons. I know that danger is apart of the -