After-action report

[agent_coulson]

Phil laid out on his bed, looking--he hated to think it, but it was true--a little pathetic. One of his toes was in a splint from when he'd flown backwards and hit a fire hydrant with his foot, there was an ice pack on his knee, where he'd been slammed by the guy's metal armor, there was a bandage wound around one forearm that concealed a long, deep gash (he wasn't even entirely sure when he'd gotten that, he hadn't noticed it until the fighting was over), and the rest of his body was covered in bumps and bruises. A scrape on his left cheek gave him a rough-and-tumble kind of look, but it conflicted with the rest of him, which looked more tough meat than tough guy.

The only upside was that he'd officially been given the rest of the day off, and SHIELD Medical had given him a few Vicodins, one of which he'd popped when he got home. Now at least he wasn't in much pain, and he felt a bit floaty, which was pleasant. He closed his eyes and tried to just be glad they'd gotten the guy. Stark had gotten to the scene a little late--Phil shouldn't really have been taking this one on alone, and he knew it, but he'd had to keep him occupied somehow--but he'd gotten there eventually, and that was the important thing.

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[ladyofmarvel]

She chuckled at the expression, and the small cloud of white that littered over him. "Is it bad that I don't know if you're talking to me or the doughnut?"

[agent_coulson]

He opened his eyes and chewed carefully before replying. "I think, at this moment, I might be talking to both of you."

[ladyofmarvel]

A louder laugh, accompanied by her hand reaching out and catching a bit of the powder lacing his lips. Bringing it to her own, she sighed. "You know, I should be offended by that, but I'm totally not."