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Coma!Coulson [Phil/Fury]
Aug. 20th, 2012 10:16 pmCoulson was back in the Buenos Aires. The place where his team first became a team. He was in a safehouse, watching Barton stalk the Black Widow. Sao Paulo had been a disaster. The Black Widow had killed her hit, but in doing so, triggered a bomb that blew up the hotel where a charity ball was being held. Hundreds dead and thousands injured. She'd escaped them in Sao Paulo though they'd managed to catch up with her again in Buenos Aires. From a professional standpoint, he had to admire her. She was deadly, lethal, and beautiful. She could convince a mark they had the upper hand and kill them before they knew what was happening. She could get into a room, make the kill and get out before anyone noticed or suspected anything was amiss. Her skill with weapons, with espionage. She was a threat to be neutralized.
The black and white surveillance video shows Romanoff entering the market square, trailing her mark. Coulson could see Barton in position on a rooftop.
"Barton, if you have the shot, take it. I repeat. Kill order is on. Neutralize the Black Widow," Coulson told Barton over the comm.
"Affirmative," came the whispered answer over the headset and Coulson allowed himself a small smile. Barton was deadly with his bow. If he had a kill order, a kill was made. The man didn't miss.
Coulson saw the disturbance a few seconds after Romanoff and Barton. The mark, a local political leader, had a child in his arms as he began to make the speech.Scanning the television screens, he saw Romanoff in position with the gun raised.
"Barton, make the shot and get out."
Coulson knew they had take Romanoff out before she killed another innocent. Then the unthinkable happened. Barton lowered his bow. Coulson cursed, but kept the communicator on mute. He knew better than to distract his agent during a hit. Barton was drawing something else, Romanoff was turning and shots were fired. Both of them went down. He saw Barton clutching his shoulder and Romanoff sway on her feet. A tranq. Not a kill.
"Barton! The order is kill! Take out the Black Widow! I repeat, you have a kill order!"
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The rhythmic beeping and humming of electronics was all the noise that was heard in the room. Coulson lay on the bed, in a room in a S.H.I.E.L.D. facility located somewhere in New Jersey. He'd been there, comatose, since they'd brought him in from the helicarrier. Fury had called the death on the helicarrier, but medics had later revived him, just barely, and since then he'd been in this room while S.H.I.E.L.D. tried to figure out what to do with a comatose agent.
The black and white surveillance video shows Romanoff entering the market square, trailing her mark. Coulson could see Barton in position on a rooftop.
"Barton, if you have the shot, take it. I repeat. Kill order is on. Neutralize the Black Widow," Coulson told Barton over the comm.
"Affirmative," came the whispered answer over the headset and Coulson allowed himself a small smile. Barton was deadly with his bow. If he had a kill order, a kill was made. The man didn't miss.
Coulson saw the disturbance a few seconds after Romanoff and Barton. The mark, a local political leader, had a child in his arms as he began to make the speech.Scanning the television screens, he saw Romanoff in position with the gun raised.
"Barton, make the shot and get out."
Coulson knew they had take Romanoff out before she killed another innocent. Then the unthinkable happened. Barton lowered his bow. Coulson cursed, but kept the communicator on mute. He knew better than to distract his agent during a hit. Barton was drawing something else, Romanoff was turning and shots were fired. Both of them went down. He saw Barton clutching his shoulder and Romanoff sway on her feet. A tranq. Not a kill.
"Barton! The order is kill! Take out the Black Widow! I repeat, you have a kill order!"
The rhythmic beeping and humming of electronics was all the noise that was heard in the room. Coulson lay on the bed, in a room in a S.H.I.E.L.D. facility located somewhere in New Jersey. He'd been there, comatose, since they'd brought him in from the helicarrier. Fury had called the death on the helicarrier, but medics had later revived him, just barely, and since then he'd been in this room while S.H.I.E.L.D. tried to figure out what to do with a comatose agent.
