Phillip J. Coulson

You owe me five bucks. No one blew up anything... or anyone in this school.

❝I could kiss you! — but I won’t. Hand it over.❞

A miracle! *He throws it at her deftly.*

You owe me five bucks. No one blew up anything... or anyone in this school.

   ❝Try it and you’re body will never be found.❞ 

Tough day? *waves a bottle of Tennessee whiskey*

"— what? Of course I was in class today.”

Please don't insult my intelligence. 

You owe me five bucks. No one blew up anything... or anyone in this school.

*says deadpanned*

"Lucky me."

Phil smiled back, "Yes. I can't promise that it will be fun, but it will definitely be beneficial. For all. Unlike what some students might be saying behind my back."

Kate loosed an arrow, drawing another one and loosing it before the first arrow hit it’s target. Practice made perfect, and she was on a mission to be the best archer. She was about to grab another arrow when she noticed someone watching. She loosed the third arrow, her eyes not on her target, but instead the man watching. “Can I help you?” She asked, not unkindly, lowering her bow to her side.

Phil fell into the rhythm of breathing in and breathing out with her, finding the perpetual headache slowly leaving his body. He smiled at her, a small one with only the corners of his mouth lifted. He had already forgotten what he had came here to say. Getting a grip of himself mentally, he tried again. "Maybe we should build an outdoors range." 

      MJ frowns. “Your door was unlocked obvi.       If you don’t want anyone to see the old dude       within, you should really up your security.       Pepper spray works fabulously!”

There were three things Phil winced at. One, unlocked door meant that curious teenagers would walk in, so... undisciplined. Two, he was not old. Three, pepper spray. 

                    “This —                                   is not my room.”

"This-- is mine." Phil wrinkled his eyes at the young girl. "How did you get in here?" He made a mental note to tighten up the security around here. 

Peggy smiled, and followed him through the unfamiliar corridors. She ducked through the door and nodded at Coulson. “Thank you for all your help.”

"Alas, we are not at Hogwarts." He bantered back, giving a smile at the secretary. "It was a pleasure to meet you in person, Miss Car- Peggy. I hope that you are in at least one of my classes." He gave her a polite nod. 

"What a nice day for archery practice." 

Phil stopped in his tracks, almost gasped as he saw what the girl was doing. He wasn't angry or scared, simply surprised. She reminded him of someone, someone from... a while ago. He kept staring, quiet and silent, almost relaxing at the melody archery created. 

"I hear that playing with your gun might lead to an accidental discharge." 

Coulson's hands nearly slipped at the unexpected comment. If it wasn't his past experiences with a rather mouthy asset in the field, he would have actually accidentally discharged... as the young girl so elegantly put it. He admired and respected her change of topic, but he couldn't help raising an eyebrow at her. She tried. He could feel her trying really hard. He almost felt sorry. 

Peggy smiled, glad to get a smile out of the man. “Nice to meet you too, Agent Coulson.” She raised her eyebrows. “Colombia? I suppose you’d have quite the trek on your hands if you wanted to really wake up, then.”

"It would be worth it." He nodded at her, completely sincere about the idea of coffee, glorious glorious coffee. He gestured her to turn left at a corridor, opening the door for her at the office.