#i didn't mean...

“What the hell is going on?”  someone asked.  There was some security agents rushing past the kitchen area. Phil and the team had decided to take some time to eat together after so long apart from each other.  Both physically and mentally.  It had been nice.  Almost like a family dinner they all missed over the holidays.  Daisy running away, and Coulson giving chase.  Mace putting each of them in a different little section of wherever he sent them.  Visits or even calls few and far between for all of them.  This was something they all needed.  Which made it all the harder to leave once it became clear something was up.  

Coulson had exited first in a vain attempt to allow the others peace to eat.  Not turning back to see who followed him, or if any did at all.  The director’s office wasn’t too far away, it was a short walk.  Tall, very large men had crowded around discussing something.  Some kind of security breach.  Phil tried to make his way past to speak to whoever was trying to contain the situation.  

The agent had expected to see Mace.  Perhaps with some kind of prisoner.  A Watchdog?  Hydra resurfacing?  Some kind of new threat all in the middle of these robot attacks and demons and ghosts and who knows what other brand of insanity.  

What he saw was a very upset looking, very tall, older looking gentleman.  His dark hair was clearly dyed to hide grays.  His age 30 years Coulson’s senior yet appearing only a few apart.  Phil would blame SHIELD for that.  But this man, he knew this man.  His accent had gotten thicker in his years in France.  Where he wasn’t sure, he never stayed in one place very long.  The man had raised  his voice to speak to the agents around him.  “I know he’s not dead.  They sent me here,” the man was finishing.  They didn’t seem to buy his story.  Taking his presence as a massive security leak.  Disciplinary action was going to be swift for the team that allowed this civilian inside their base.  

Handcuffs were being taken out as Phil finally spoke up, out of shock more than concern

“Luke?”

 Everything falls silent.  Of course they hadn’t believed the French man’s story of knowing agent Coulson.  Phil couldn’t blame them.  He was a family friend, the family resemblance wasn’t strong.  A family friend he doubts even Melinda knew of.  Lucas turned at his nickname.  Catching Phil’s gaze with his own.  

They stood there, watching each other awkwardly.  It had been so long since they had seen each other.  Lucas had helped care for his mother before he went off to college.  Leaving only when he was sure they were secure on their own.  He had spent Phil’s entire life in one place and it had been far too long for him.  His little nephew and his mother would need to be without him.  

It lasted another 2 decades before he finally returned.  Finally called or kept in touch.  Phil didn’t know what he should do.  Standing there, across the hall like it was the Atlantic Ocean.  Unable to reach him from so far away, or how to even see him.  “...Philip.” 

Coulson rushed to him. It was almost desperate, nearly shoving agents near him away as he embraced the man that damn near was a second father to him.  A big brother.  An older friend.  He didn’t know when he had come to the states, or even properly recall when last he’s spoken of him.  

My idea of a perfect date: 

I haven’t put much thought into this. I just like to go to places that call my attention and do things that seem fun. 

Libraries or books stores will always be my weak spot, though. What can I say? I just really like reading and, well, there’s always a book I can buy for me o-or for her. There’s something quite striking about walking down the park at sunset, to be honest, so my ideal date would end with that. 

I like karaoke as well, but, shh, that’s a secret.

I think I.

Ship Cloud/Lightning?

Suddenly.