dear_mun | rides the avengers wave; spoilers in comments probably

It's been over a week and my mundane is still reeling over what happened.

However, she agrees that using flour would have been amusing.

Didn't know you had a sense of humour, Agent!

It would have taken more than flour to aid you.

It was a joke. You know. Ha ha.

You don't have to worry about me throwing flour in your face, anyway. The Avengers managed to do that for me, metaphorically speaking.

[He'll just casually slip on his glasses now for effect. YEAAAAAH.]

I'd be reeling, too, but I think I've been fresh out of that since I was five. [Hyperbolic? You know it.] I admit, the image is growing on me.

I'm just chalk-full of knee-slappers. You'd know if you weren't quietly impressed at your terrible sub-par attempts at humor.

[Peggy smiles a little.] At least you've got a sense of humour about it, despite what occurred.

[He putters a sigh.]

Considering how ridiculous the whole situation was, I couldn't help but find some sort of... cosmic humor about being stabbed in the back by an alien.

...

I'm actually surprised it hasn't happened sooner.

[seriously]

Agent Coulson.

... I'm so sorry to hear about what happened. [ Even if you tried to steal my stuff. Once. ]

Wait, what about flour?

And here I was this whole time, thinking you'd been programmed as a S.H.I.E.L.D drone or something. Huh.

Surprised? I take it that you have been in many dangerous situations before?

Yeah, it's sort of my shtick. Working for the government tends to have it's dangerous days. Babysitting the world--or weirdos in suits of armor--well, it just isn't easy.

But we make due.

You would have thought that, wouldn't you. I'm hurt, Mr. Stark--even the suits are people, too. We log into facebook and battle unearthly abominations just like everyone else.

Oh, the flour thing. On the way to, uh, confiscating your things and looking into the whole hammer thing, I disarmed a man robbing the convenience store by throwing a bag of flour at his face.

[yep]

A lot of responsibility for just the one person but I understand what it's like.

Working on behalf of the US military to stop a relentless force has taught me to have a cool head throughout. You come off as someone like that to me.

Confiscating. So now it's "confiscating," not "borrowing."

[ She even does air quotes for emphasis. But all things considered, this is probably not the time for bitter, and she drops it, folding her arms and giving him a small smile. ]

... well, I have to hand it to you. That's pretty resourceful.

Did I say that? Must've been trying to get you on SHIELD's good side, resourceful man that I am. Now that I'm dead, I can freely say it was confiscating at its finest.

[nod, nod, it was a wonderful confiscation

so pleased with myself rn

still not bitter right?]

You did say you were the good guys.

[ There's a smile on her face. Bitter still? Well, sometimes. But his sudden forthrightness seems to be winning him points. ]

... by the way, I guess I should be thanking you.

An opinion thus far not recanted, I assure you.

[He blinks. Oh, Miss Foster thanking him genuinely for something? He combs his mind over for what that's referring to, and gets a general idea. Still, let the lady do the talking and glances over thoughtfully.]

Thanking me?

Do you do that on Facebook? 'Cause I thought you guys had that no-social-networking-at-work thing, and I don't think most of the villains need their crops watered on Farmville.

You know. The relocation. The fancy new title, the private jet... I thought something was up, but didn't realize what until I saw the news.

[ She folds her arms over her chest, eyes distant for a moment as she presses her fingers lightly to her mouth. She has ... mixed feelings, very mixed, about Thor's presence on Earth. Not being the one to bring him back. Not having been able to see him. Realizing, all at once, that she'd been deliberately moved out of harm's way, because she wasn't--

Jane sighs through her nose, jaw clenching for a moment before she refocuses on Coulson. She knows it was the right decision, in the end. ]

You had me transferred on purpose, didn't you?

That would be me. Agent Phil Coulson of SHIELD; it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

A pleasure to meet you as well, Agent Coulson. I'm Agent Margaret Carter of the SSR.

In case there was any 'remodeling' going on in New Mexico like there was last time I visited, it was for the best that you took yourself a little flight, that's all.

[His lips twitch into a faint smile.]

Mr... 'Odinson' was very adamant about your safety being a top priority.

[ One arm wraps tightly around her middle, and her other hand moves to rub at the back of her neck. Her smile is in parts sheepish and grateful, but it's tight, too. ]

... so ... yeah, like I said. Thanks.

[ She opens her mouth, as if to say something -- how is he, maybe -- but Coulson had died. It's rude. She keeps her trap shut, for once. ]

rides the avengers wave; spoilers in comments probably

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sob moviefeels

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TONYYYY I will live on in your douchiness

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YOU'VE MADE MY DAY - never forget crai

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i love your coulson jsyk

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