Agent Phil Coulson

Phil smiled and was quiet for a moment, just watching the road as they drove. Something she'd said made him think. After a minute of silence, he ventured: "Carol... about the other night. At the bar." He hesitated, trying to carefully formulate what he wanted to say. Someone zipped into his lane ahead of him and then slowed down, making him break forcefully and mutter a curse--more at himself for losing focus than at the other driver.