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agentphilcoulson) wrote2012-09-29 07:53 pm
agentphilcoulson) wrote2012-09-29 07:53 pm
Should have gone command track [Coulson/Barton/Rogers]
People would be daft if they thought Phil Coulson didn't have audio and video of what was going down on the ground in Dubai. Phil Coulson always knew what was going on. It was his job and he was damned good at it. Friday night had gone better than expected and he'd let Barton and Rogers know that when they'd gotten back to the hotel after dinner. He hadn't doubted Rogers' abilities, but he worried, like he did about all his agents. Saturday found him standing on the bridge of the Helicarrier, looking fairly imposing for a man who had been in a coma two weeks ago. He had briefly entertained the idea of borrowing one of Fury's coats to assume the "Officer on Deck" position of power on the bridge, but that wasn't him. Instead, Coulson stood on the bridge in his standard suit, comm over his ear and video and audio of Dubai playing on the big screens, multiple viewpoints. Most of the agents were wired with video and audio so Coulson would have as complete a picture as possible.
He saw the first rogue gunman shortly after Clint. A muscle in his jaw moved as he considered saying something to Barton, but thought better of it as Barton went into action. After more than a decade of working together, Barton usually didn't need a voice in his ear, he just needed someone watching his back. The were smooth in neutralizing the threat. They worked well together - Rogers staying in character and restraining his abilities and Barton deadly as ever with his aim. The corner of Coulson's lip went up a tick as he watched them in action. There was something inspiring about watching elegance in combat, watching people using their gifts to the best of their abilities.
The rogue gunmen. Coulson's fingers were flying over the screens, running facial recognition on the gunmen. There must have been a traitor among Malashenko's men. That was the most likely explanation. A few orders later and SHIELD's crew would be searching to ID and account for all of Malashenko's men. It didn't look like Malashenko had deliberately double crossed him, or if he had - he was an incredible actor and Coulson didn't think him capable of it. Once he saw that Barton and Rogers were safely in the car on the way to the airfield, Coulson muted his end of the comm - unless one of them needed him. Giving orders to the SHIELD agents, Coulson put everyone to work and made sure the jet would be waiting and ready when they arrived.
Once the jet was airborne, Coulson refrained from pacing and made his way to the entrance of the flight deck, grabbing a pair of headphone ear protectors from a flight mechanic to await the jet. The official debriefing could wait until after they'd both cleared medical, but Coulson wanted to be there to meet them when they landed. It was one of the little things he did. Even though he knew both Barton and Rogers were okay, he refrained from smiling until the jet landed and he saw Barton and Rogers walking towards him.
He saw the first rogue gunman shortly after Clint. A muscle in his jaw moved as he considered saying something to Barton, but thought better of it as Barton went into action. After more than a decade of working together, Barton usually didn't need a voice in his ear, he just needed someone watching his back. The were smooth in neutralizing the threat. They worked well together - Rogers staying in character and restraining his abilities and Barton deadly as ever with his aim. The corner of Coulson's lip went up a tick as he watched them in action. There was something inspiring about watching elegance in combat, watching people using their gifts to the best of their abilities.
The rogue gunmen. Coulson's fingers were flying over the screens, running facial recognition on the gunmen. There must have been a traitor among Malashenko's men. That was the most likely explanation. A few orders later and SHIELD's crew would be searching to ID and account for all of Malashenko's men. It didn't look like Malashenko had deliberately double crossed him, or if he had - he was an incredible actor and Coulson didn't think him capable of it. Once he saw that Barton and Rogers were safely in the car on the way to the airfield, Coulson muted his end of the comm - unless one of them needed him. Giving orders to the SHIELD agents, Coulson put everyone to work and made sure the jet would be waiting and ready when they arrived.
Once the jet was airborne, Coulson refrained from pacing and made his way to the entrance of the flight deck, grabbing a pair of headphone ear protectors from a flight mechanic to await the jet. The official debriefing could wait until after they'd both cleared medical, but Coulson wanted to be there to meet them when they landed. It was one of the little things he did. Even though he knew both Barton and Rogers were okay, he refrained from smiling until the jet landed and he saw Barton and Rogers walking towards him.
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"I gathered as much from the surveillance footage we had going," Coulson said as they entered medical and with a hand on each of their backs, gestured for them to take a seat and get looked over. For his part, he went to fetch them each some water. Coming back with an orange soda for Steve, trail mix and grape soda for Clint and brownies (which he'd baked in nervousness this morning), he smiled as he distributed post-mission refreshments, letting medical check over both of them. Getting a call from the Bridge that the rest of the agents had landed, Coulson gave the command for the Helicarrier to make a course for New York before turning his attention back to his agents.
"You couldn't have predicted that," Coulson reassured them. "No casualties on our side generally counts as a victory."
Coulson's mind was already forming plans for future missions - finding out who betrayed Malashenko, perhaps a longterm infiltration of his gang. He'd talk to Fury and Hill about it when he got back.
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"He's got the bullet in his pocket," he grinned tiredly, winking at Steve. "Just pulled it out of his arm. That was the grossest thing I've ever seen."
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When he finished the brownie, he got his personal phone out of his bag and sent a quick text message to Tony, knowing that he'd tell Pepper, and another to Loki, knowing he'd tell Thor, to let them know the mission was a success and he and Clint were on their way home. He figured that Clint would text Darcy and Natasha, who would let Bruce know. Once that was done, he reached for another brownie. He winced when the medic poked at his arm, but it was more due to the pressure than the pain.
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He smiled at Steve texting people. Well, it was certainly obvious who the den mother was going to be.
"And besides, there's nothing wrong with keeping bullets as momentos. I still have the ones I caught in my leg in Bosnia.
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It didn't take long for the medical staff to surmise that the men were okay and dismissed them. Clint shook his head at the two of them. "You're both nuts. And morbid." Stretching, he felt the adrenaline of the fight leaving his body now, a tired sort of ache replacing it.
"You still want to talk, Boss?"
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"I do. But both of you look like you're about to fall over with exhaustion. Let's go get this debriefing done and then you guys can crash. We have about ten to twelve hours until we dock in New York. After you get some sleep, we can talk if you're up for it."