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Yeah, and looking at you, I'd like a few answers myself if you don't mind.

[Phil sighs knowing this has been coming for a while.]

I only died for eight seconds...but Director Fury felt hiding that fact would bring the Avengers together....I disagreed.

Eight seconds and they brought you back? And even after the mission, you all thought it would good not to tell us? What the fuck, Coulson? I expect Fury to mess with our heads, but I trusted you, you were the only person aside from Tasha that I did trust.

The school's records are open for you to look at, Mr. Coulson.

Charles is being very accomodating to SHIELD, as you can see. You should find everything to your satisfaction.

[It's clear from the tone that he doesn't really agree with that. SHIELD to him is the enemy. The government was not to be trusted.]

[Phil studies Erik his expression unreadable as always, not judging just watching the mutant.]

I am grateful the professor opened his home and his files, but his files aren't what I'm interested in. I need him to read my mind.

.. I see.

[His face remains unflappable but that actually surprised him.]

Not many people volunteer for telepathy.

Not many people have gone through what I have recently and lived....I didn't.

[Phil's tone now is slightly amused but not much.]

I had heard about your death, yes. Charles said it was a lovely funeral.

Charles is busy at the moment with the senior students, but he will be available shortly. Have you had a telepath in your mind before, Agent?

[It's an honest question. He's curious.]

Not that I know of no....but I have a feeling someone might have been in there that's why I want the professor to have a look around.

[Phil leans against the desk trying to look relaxed.]

[Phil holds up a calm hand.]

Barton I wasn't included in the decision and if I was I wouldn't have let this happen. I trust both you and Natasha too much to agree to hide like this.

[Clint fingers the gun at his waist.]

Do you ever want to kill Director Fury, or is it just me? I have a feeling once the team knows you're alive, there's going to be a mutiny of epic proportions.

[Said with a completely straight face.]

All the damm time.....

I'm well aware the team won't be happy, Thor and Stark most of all. Natasha may kill someone.

Thor and Stark? Thor and Stark? Do you have any idea how much guilt I've been carrying? I brought those men on the Hellicarrier. I'm the reason Loki got free. The reason you died, Coulson.

Fuck Thor and Stark, they didn't fucking kill you, I did!

[Phil holds up his hand and makes his "stop it face"]

Clint stop.....you didn't know what you were doing. Loki killed me not you.

Tell that to my nightmares, Coulson. You were the one -- fuck.

[Clint's trying really hard not to lose it.]

[Phil looks deeply sad.]

I was the one what?

[Clint just shakes his head, unable to let the words cross his lips.]

I quit. Effective immediately. Tell Fury to go to hell.

[Phil crosses his arms over his chest not backing down what so ever.]

Answer the question first Barton...then I'll think about telling Fury what you just said.

You...

[His breath hitches in his throat.]

You were everything, and you died because of me.

[Phil blinks startled, whatever he'd been expecting Clint to say this was not it.]

Clint....are you saying what I think you're saying?

[Clint says nothing, staring at his clenched fists.]

You're not stupid, Phil.

No I'm not but I am shocked.....why didn't you say something before now?

[Phil's tone is soft and curious.]

You're my handler. You were dating a cellist. Why would I tell you when it would just make you uncomfortable.

Clint......I let everyone assume the cellist was female...but actually he was male...that should tell you something about me.

[Clint stares at him for a moment, a flicker of hope in his eyes before looking away.]

I trusted two people in this world; you and Tasha. I don't know how to trust you now.