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Agent Phil Coulson ([personal profile] somethingtoavenge) wrote2012-07-11 09:46 am
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Appointments

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Date, Time, [Voice or Action]

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Enjoy.
handing: (subtle smile)

November 13, 12:30pm, [Action]

[personal profile] handing 2012-11-23 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Every Tuesday, Pepper and Phil have lunch. It’s a standing appointment from back home, and unless some unavoidable business meeting (in Pepper’s case) or horrific threat to world security (in Phil’s) got in the way, they kept that appointment without fail. So when the first Tuesday after Phil’s return to Luceti comes around, Pepper sends a message over the journal: Lunch at Seventh Heaven? 1pm? It feels wrong not to, even knowing that Phil still has questions Pepper hasn’t answered.

He says yes, and Pepper makes sure to arrive there promptly. They’re both punctual people, a trait which Pepper truly appreciates in Phil. When they’re seated, Pepper looks over her menu at the man across from her.]


So how are you settling in? [Small talk. Easy stuff to start.]
handing: (is that right?)

Re: November 13, 12:30pm, [Action]

[personal profile] handing 2012-11-26 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Is he that much of a challenge? [She grins at the joke, but in truth she's glad for Phil. Having someone he works with here, who he can rely on so personally, will hopefully make Luceti a bit easier to bear for him.]

That's good to hear. Hopefully discovering your wings for the second time was a bit easier than the first?
handing: (i'll sit here and glare)

Re: November 13, 12:30pm, [Action]

[personal profile] handing 2012-11-28 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Pepper is a bit less happy to hear that particular tidbit—but all things considered, could anyone blame her?] Maybe you’ll figure out a way to break that habit, then.

[Or so she could hope.]

Well. There really isn’t much point in counting on the Malnosso for kindness. [His is dry, and hers is a bit bitter; the organization would’ve killed her and Tony both in the last draft, after all.]
handing: (Default)

Re: November 13, 12:30pm, [Action]

[personal profile] handing 2012-12-03 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, SHIELD being what it is, I don’t really expect that it would.  [Global spy network not attracting trouble.  Somehow Pepper doesn’t see it.
 
She realizes how she sounds when Phil frowns, and when he asks her to talk when she’s ready.  And that’s the catch, because Pepper isn’t sure she’ll ever be ready to talk about it.  But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t need to, even if he’s kind enough to give her an out right then.]

 
You’ve heard about what happened on the draft.  [She glances around, then sighs quietly.  There’s no good place or time to talk about this.  But she’s decided to, so Pepper knows she just needs to say it.]
 
I got infected.
handing: (but you said don't push it)

Re: November 13, 12:30pm, [Action]

[personal profile] handing 2012-12-08 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Small tells are still tells, and it's the reaction she's come to expect besides. But that doesn't make it easier--watching Phil take it in, or being prompted to tell the story of how it happened again.

She stiffens, her gaze finally setting on a neutral spot in the center of the table. She tries to tell the story with as little emotion as possible, not wanting to get caught up in the horrible memories, but Pepper knows it's too much to hope for.]


Steve--Steve got infected too, and I went to see him. But he was already gone, and he got away from the people containing him. When Bucky stopped him, I was standing too close.
handing: (in agony)

Re: November 13, 12:30pm, [Action]

[personal profile] handing 2012-12-16 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[She manages a small smile when he takes her hand, squeezing his in return. The expression is short lived, however, and she nods.]

Yes. Any bodily fluid, according to the doctor, but--it was the blood.

[The splatter that she could still feel on her skin, in it, if she lets her mind linger on the thought too long.]

They gave me the proto-cure; it stopped the virus from deteriorating my mind, but not the other symptoms. So I wouldn't attack anyone.

[And it left her aware of everything that happened to her body.]
asthehawkflies: (Breathe)

January 16th, Morning [Action]

[personal profile] asthehawkflies 2013-01-26 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[If it had become normal for Coulson to curl up on Clint's bed overnight in cat form, well, there was no-one else around to see except Natasha sometimes and she just seemed to think it was adorable. Or possible blackmail material. Either way, it was kind of nice to be able to make sure he was okay, and to keep Lucky away from trying to get too friendly.

And if he sometimes wakes up snuggling the kitten like a plush toy, this is also not something they will ever mention.]
asthehawkflies: (Yay guns)

January 16th, Morning [Action]

[personal profile] asthehawkflies 2013-02-10 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Unfortunately for Coulson, Clint, given someone he was comfortable enough to share a beg with, was a cuddler. It was a well guarded secret and Coulson would be experiencing that now; Clint curled close to him, head against his chest and an arm thrown over him.

Yeah, Clint is kinda heavy.

The movement though, that is enough to wake him sharply because no-one had gone to bed with him except a kitte and now there's someone there and...

He's got the gun drawn from the bedside table, the safety off and pointed at Coulson's head before he even has chance to wake up properly.]
asthehawkflies: (Appraising)

January 16th, Morning [Action]

[personal profile] asthehawkflies 2013-02-10 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't stop just because Coulson speaks, keeps the gun trained on him, taking in every minute detail. Nudity doesn't bother him. He's shared showers with other guys before and Coulson has probably seen him naked in medical enough. His expression tightens when he sees that scar; it's ugly and huge, right across his chest over his heart.

He swallows thickly and finally pulls the gun away, sliding on the safety and setting it aside.]


Welcome back, boss.
asthehawkflies: (Appraising)

January 16th, Morning [Action]

[personal profile] asthehawkflies 2013-02-10 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[He reaches out to touch that scar, morbid fascination maybe, but snatches his hand back as though burnt. You have heart. He pulls away quickly, looking a little pale, and moves to perch on the edge of the bed. He's wearing his boxers at least, but nothing else, and he gives Coulson a wry smile.]

Get under the covers. I'll grab you some clothes.
asthehawkflies: (In Pain)

January 16th, Morning [Action]

[personal profile] asthehawkflies 2013-02-10 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's another reminder, something he did and he can never make up for that. Never.

He manages to hold it together at least and nods, pushing himself to his feet.]


Yeah, sure thing. I'll just be a minute.

[He heads out and along the hallway to Coulson's room, grabbing his things. He doesn't go straight back though. The sight of his stuff there in the room, that goddam scar...

He takes a few shuddering breaths, and leans back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut. It takes him a few moments to gather himself and then he heads back to his bedroom, tossing Coulson his workout gear with a smile.]


Here. How are you feeling?

asthehawkflies: (Amused Smirk)

January 16th, Morning [Action]

[personal profile] asthehawkflies 2013-02-15 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[He goes to sit down on the edge of the bed, stretching his legs out in front of him. His gaze lingers on that scar for a moment before Coulson pulls the shirt on, covering it. It's a relief not to see it, and that makes him feel guilty as all hell.]

I bet it's weird. You were a cat, Coulson. That's never going to not be weird.
widows_kiss: action (IM2 014)

February 27 | [Action]

[personal profile] widows_kiss 2013-03-13 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's late. Very late. Natasha knows better than to be sneaking into Clint and Coulson's apartment in the middle of the night (morning?), but... the thought of going back upstairs is the last thing she wants at the moment, because even her talk with Pepper hadn't chased the worst of the loneliness away. She doesn't intend to stay long, maybe just curl up on their couch for a a few hours, be gone again before Coulson stirs and finds her. Try to snatch an hour or two of sleep, which has been getting increasingly harder as the days wear on with no word from Clint. Or James. Or anyone else, although that is entirely her fault, since she's taken to avoiding everyone as a whole.

She manages to get all the way to the couch and curls up in one corner, grabbing one of the pillows and wrapping herself around it. She'd even missed those two squeaky boards that had given her away in previous attempts of infiltrating. The apartment seemed quiet, so maybe she'd been successful after all...

She wasn't sure if she was happy or disappointed about that.]
widows_kiss: serious, curious (Professional)

Re: February 27 | [Action]

[personal profile] widows_kiss 2013-03-13 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't jump at the sound of his voice. She'd felt him come into the room, even though she hadn't heard him, hadn't even had time to settle and relax completely and sleep was certainly still a long way off.

Her fingers tighten momentarily in the edge of the pillow she held and she gave a soft exhale, before tilting her head back to peer at him upside down, apologizing.]


I didn't mean to wake you.
widows_kiss: serious, curious (Persuading)

Re: February 27 | [Action]

[personal profile] widows_kiss 2013-03-13 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[She watches him as he sinks down opposite her, her green eyes studying him, noting how tired he looks and she feels guilt at that, because she wonders if she helped cause it. When he sits, she shifts to face him, still hugging the pillow against her chest, her legs tucked under her.

She's the one to break the silence, not as uncomfortable in it, but she can tell he doesn't know what to say, so she does.]


Not sleeping?
widows_kiss: serious, curious (Determination)

Re: February 27 | [Action]

[personal profile] widows_kiss 2013-03-13 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[She ducks her gaze at that, staring at the open space on the couch between them, falling silent for a moment before speaking again.]

Should I... apologize?
widows_kiss: serious, curious (Calm)

Re: February 27 | [Action]

[personal profile] widows_kiss 2013-03-14 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
For... everything. What happened. And what happened after. [She flicks a glance up at him a moment, her green gaze steady despite the way her fingers picked restlessly at the edge of her pillow.]

I'm sorry I've been scarce. Clint leaving like he did... I hadn't expected that. it threw me.

[Followed directly by a conversation with James she'd really never wanted to have. Two strikes and she wasn't sure she wanted to face anyone else for awkward or angry fallout for a good long time. Then again, she was running out of people who mattered enough to lose.]
widows_kiss: serious, curious (Determination)

Re: February 27 | [Action]

[personal profile] widows_kiss 2013-03-14 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Natasha's shoulders curl inwards slightly at that, a hint of defensiveness in her posture, a flinch in her gaze as it drops to the couch again.]

Even with the warnings from everyone, I wasn't anticipating... Maybe I should have.

[It's not as if this were the first time someone had played with her head, with her emotions. Set her up for... this. It wasn't as if it made it any easier and the scars and hurts still cut just as deep.

Deeper, maybe, because these were people she trusted. They were everything.]
widows_kiss: serious, curious (Secretive)

Re: February 27 | [Action]

[personal profile] widows_kiss 2013-03-15 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
[She almost tenses when his arm wraps around her - more habit and instinct than any real conscious act. But this is Coulson and she trusts him and if anyone could get close enough to do this, he's one of the few people on a very short list. In fact, it feels rather good, something she's actually been missing in the aftermath of all those warm wonderful feelings and the abrupt loss of it. And if she ends up settling in a little closer to him when he gives her shoulder a squeeze... well, she trusts he won't tell anyone.]

I'm usually just better at it.

[She glances over at him at his soft admission, her green eyes searching his face intently a moment before she gives him a small smile.]

I know that. I've known it for a while. It's mutual, you know.
widows_kiss: serious, curious (Calm)

Re: February 27 | [Action]

[personal profile] widows_kiss 2013-03-17 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[She tilts her head in to rest against his and she's grateful for this, the simple comfort of it.

She gives a quiet laugh at his question, but there's something fragile in the sound.]


I don't know. I hope not. It would be nice to have something left after all that.
widows_kiss: serious, curious (Competent)

Re: February 27 | [Action]

[personal profile] widows_kiss 2013-03-23 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[She gives him a crooked smile at that and a hint of it makes it all the way to her eyes.]

Not filing the transfer paperwork just yet then, Sir?