Agent Phil Coulson

"Danvers, talk to me." Phil's voice was calm, his whole body working through a trained response to the sudden flare of adrenaline from hearing her take a hit. She was difficult to actually injure, he knew that, especially from a couple of lower-level mutants like this, but his reflexes didn't know that. He still tensed as he hurried along a bit quicker now, finally seeing one of the brothers a few blocks off.