Phil Coulson's collecting cards
Card 1: A huge problem.
His blue eyes. Blonde hair. Sincerity. Kindness. How the hell did I fall in love with this guy? My dad would've killed me if he found out I was gay. But, so far as I know, it's one-sided. Especially since he was there when I woke up, muscles traced along his pale gray t-shirt, and that smile on his face. From when I was impaled by a knife and all, eh?
And his words were so nostalgic: "If it was okay, I watched you in your sleep." Then I swear to god, I saw those baby blues light up in my eyes for a second, and I just had to smile, and laugh. Possibly the best day of my life. "Phil." I hear someone say.
Smooth, and partially deep. An arm shakes my shoulders, and something blows into my ears. "GAH!" I jump, and blush, my arm covering my mouth half-way, and i pant as I backed away from the person on my bed quickly. It's Steve.
Smiling, with his ears slightly red, he laughs for a second. "I'm too old for you to scare, Cap. " I rest my head on my hand, and slide my hand over my head, and smile at the man right in front of me. Something's off with that smile. It ins't as... Normal as usual. I hesitated for a second before he would realize that I would notice.
A moment of Silence.
Then I start to blush, as our gazes hold for moments. My lip starts to tremble, and I bite it to calm down. Then Steve looks at me for a second, and his expression changes. "Um... Agent Coulson?" He always calls me that. "Y-yes?" I respond. Shit. I stuttered. And I'm still blushing. He just stares for a moment. I start to get irritated, and not in a bad way. I look away, and mumble, "Stop staring..." as I shrink into the sheets. Then Cap got up from the bed quickly, and ran like hell.
. . . . . . . . . . .
What was that? I feel half relieved, half confused, and a fraction worried. I hear a crash. I get up instantly, and I call out his name. "Steve?" I ask, in a loud voice. No response. I walk a little faster, worried if he got hurt. I think to myself, "Just what the hell happened...?"
Then I see that the only room that's closed in the hall is the bathroom (the avengers and then some were having a sleep-over at Stark Tower for the weekend.) I knock on the door lightly, because everyone else is still asleep on different floors. I just wanted to share a floor with Steve. "Steve?" I ask softly. "Stay away.." His voice sounds raspy. "Steve, are you ok?" My voice sounded more stern.
I try to open the door. "Steve..." No response, just slightly raspy breathing, and the ticking of a clock. "Open the door." I go to the office on my floor, and find scissors. I return to the door, and work on the lock a bit. It pops open, and I see something.
Terrifying.
His fist is bloody. The mirror is cracked into a million pieces, and the cabinet under the sink is gashed. "Steve!!" I shout, and I rush to him, and I put my hands on his shoulders. I hug him which seems a little self-explanatory to me, but he's still innocent, so I have to hug him to calm him down. First time I've done this, but.. I hope he KIND of understands. "Tell me why you hit the mirror."
I let go of him, and he starts to tremble. "I..." He starts, and turns away. "m-made you uncomfortable.." Wait. What? I blink several times. "Slap me." I say. "What..?" He asks in a surprised tone. "I don't think I'm awake. Slap me." I say. He smiles slightly, "I don't think I'm going to do that," he shakes his head, "Agent Coulson."
Bingo. Drawing someone out of a problem is always my specialty. But then again, drawing someone into problems is ALSO my specialty. "Come on, " I start as I get up. "Let's *yawn* get some breakfast. . ." And I scratch my head, and wipe my eyes.
Captain America's P.O.V.
Agent Coulson is so sensitive, and so breakable. I don't want to hurt him... I don't want him to be scared of me. I don't want him to hate me. Wait.
Why am I saying this?
Since there was no way any of them was going to get any sleep, they packed their bags and loaded the Impala. Dean placed himself behind the wheel, Sam sat next to him and Meg on the backseat.
“First stop: Pontiac, Illinois” Dean said, as he started the engines and drove ahead. As they drove Dean turned on the radio to break the silence.
Meg stared out of the window. She felt utterly powerless. Had she still been a demon she would’ve just zapped herself to him. But then maybe she wouldn’t have felt this way and she wouldn’t even bother to go find him.
Maybe this was a sign. Maybe she was supposed to let go and go back to her old life.
No!, she reproached herself. You’re not going back to killing for fun. You didn’t get this far to throw it all away. You’re going to find Cas and get him back.
“Everything okay, there?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, I’m good” Meg replied with a mischievous smile.
“First stop: Pontiac, Illinois” Dean said, as he started the engines and drove ahead. As they drove Dean turned on the radio to break the silence.
Meg stared out of the window. She felt utterly powerless. Had she still been a demon she would’ve just zapped herself to him. But then maybe she wouldn’t have felt this way and she wouldn’t even bother to go find him.
Maybe this was a sign. Maybe she was supposed to let go and go back to her old life.
No!, she reproached herself. You’re not going back to killing for fun. You didn’t get this far to throw it all away. You’re going to find Cas and get him back.
“Everything okay, there?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, I’m good” Meg replied with a mischievous smile.
Meg looked around the police station. So that was why no one was answering her calls for help. They were all dead. There were bodies everywhere and their insides were torn out. The floor was covered in blood.
“Meg”
Meg looked up. Daphne had entered the building. She stared shocked at the bodies.
“You killed all those people” she said trembling. It wasn’t a question, but an observation. “You’re going to hurt more people. I can’t let you do that”
“You can’t handle me. I’m too strong for your” Meg said. She walked towards Daphne and passed her. If she was going to try something Meg could easily take her down.
However, as she passed by, Daphne jumped forward and stabbed Meg in her neck with a syringe, containing a red substance.
“Aaaahhh!” Meg gasped and she touched her neck. “What the hell are you doing?”
But Daphne had left the building and ran for her life.
“Meg”
Meg looked up. Daphne had entered the building. She stared shocked at the bodies.
“You killed all those people” she said trembling. It wasn’t a question, but an observation. “You’re going to hurt more people. I can’t let you do that”
“You can’t handle me. I’m too strong for your” Meg said. She walked towards Daphne and passed her. If she was going to try something Meg could easily take her down.
However, as she passed by, Daphne jumped forward and stabbed Meg in her neck with a syringe, containing a red substance.
“Aaaahhh!” Meg gasped and she touched her neck. “What the hell are you doing?”
But Daphne had left the building and ran for her life.
