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[directorcoulson]

Sitting quietly on a park bench.

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[bye_bye_bikinis]

[it's not long after Coulson sits that the spot on the bench besides him is taken by a familiar face, though hidden by a pair of sunglasses and a hood. shielded stare stays focused straight down to the phone in her hand as fingers press at the keys, one leg crossing over the other as she settles into the spot.]

For a dead guy you don't look so bad. [it's the only acknowledgement she pays his presence for the time being while still typing away at the cellphone in her hands.]

[directorcoulson]

[The smallest micro-twitch around the corners of his mouth are the only reaction Coulson has to her sudden presence, and words. He continues looking out over the park, shoulders relaxed, hands clasped loosely together in his lap. He knew, just sitting out in the open, she would find him.]

From what I understand, I'm not the first 'dead guy' you've seen, recently.

[coldburn]

[OOC: Are muses AU'd into MCU okay, too?]

[feels_taller]

[Steve calmly drops into the seat beside Phil and smiles with a shake of his head.]

Is it a standard Director move to not die?

[directorcoulson]

[Phil smiles slightly at Steve's words.] Yes, it's one of the secret requirements. When I eventually retire, I'll make you my successor.

[directorcoulson]

[ooc: sure, why not! I'm voice-testing Phil here, anyway, so the more, the merrier!]

lovely! and sorry about the tl;dr

[coldburn]

[There's a face watching Coulson from a short distance away. The boy codenamed Winter Flame has been wandering aimlessly since he came back from a mission and found the bunker trashed and his handlers gone with no trace for him to follow. He's been running on adrenaline for the last couple days and even that isn't going to keep him on his feet much longer. He'd never realized before how much he needs his handlers. Or someone who can do their job. The man on the park bench looks familiar for some reason. He's not sure if he should say anything. Probably not here. There's too many people. He'll just watch for now until the mangoes somewhere with less people.]

[hackster]

Thinking hard or hardly thinking?

[ He could do with a bit of the latter, but Skye knows. It's not a luxury any one of them have right now. Still, she manages to be remarkably light as she plops down beside him. ]

[feels_taller]

[Steve fights the urge to laugh but then gives in anyway the sound rich and warm.]

God no thank you sir.....give it to Hill she's earned it more than I have.

[directorcoulson]

[Coulson spares Skye a small, but genuine, smile.] Relaxing. I hear it's all the rage. And I don't think I'll get much time to do it in the future.

[directorcoulson]

You've sacrificed a lot for this country, Captain. But this job... [Phil sighs, looking off into the distance for a few seconds.] It's not for everyone.

God, I hate adjustment periods. [He can't help but utter.]

[preferredmacedonia]

[Drops down beside him, offering him one of the two hot dogs in her hand. Come on. Real NY Street Vendor hot dogs. Can anyone resist? It's one of things she missed most while in Eastern Europe. Well, that and judging the tourists at Rockefeller Center.]

[hackster]

Niiice. [ She sounds proud, impressed, and is clearly hamming it up by the crookedness of her smile. In all seriousness though, Skye's glad to see him taking advantage. ]

Mind if I join? I like to keep up with what all the cool kids are doing.

[directorcoulson]

[Phil gives her an indulgent, possibly fond look.] Pretty sure I've never been called cool before. Not in that context, at any rate. But you're certainly welcome to share this public bench with me.

[directorcoulson]

[He glances over, then accepts the food silently. He stares contemplatively at the hot dog for a moment - it's loaded with all the condiments he likes, none of which are good for him. The dog itself isn't good for him either, of course, but... God, he's missed actual food, that's not labeled nutritionist recommended that actually means tasteless. He takes a large, satisfying bite off one end, and has to hold back a groan of pleasure.]

[bye_bye_bikinis]

Third. [it had taken her a moment to count the small, albeit strange, list down to get to Coulson, which is why there was a slight pause in her response.]

Gotta say, though, you pull it off a helluva lot better than the other two. [leaning back into the bench and resting the phone carefully on the top of a thigh, attention drawn away from the vibrating texts coming through, she chances a softened glance Coulson's way.] Sorry about SHIELD.

[directorcoulson]

[Coulson smiles slightly. Of all the Avengers - and he has missed them all; God help him, even Stark - he has missed Natasha and Clint the most. They were his agents first.] Don't be sorry. You had no idea what was happening. I'm glad you were able to expose them to the world, even if it meant destroying SHIELD.

[He glances down, tugging on one shirt cuff, then the other; a nervous habit he's positive Natasha will pick up on - she always does - but he needs just a moment to gather his thoughts. And possibly a little courage.] I have a proposition for you. I need... I need people I can trust. To help rebuild SHIELD.

[feels_taller]

It was a rough one and that's only the parts I can remember.