Date: 2012-04-22 05:34 am (UTC)
agent_coulson: (yes this is a fertile land)
"It's not very exciting." He shrugged and smiled. "But it has a bed and caffeine, nothing else is really necessary." He paused, his mind quickly replaying what he'd just said. "To clarify, I meant... necessary for me. For life. The life of a SHIELD agent." He shut his mouth again, resolutely disallowing himself from putting his foot in it again. He had a feeling this was going to keep happening with Carol.

A minute later they pulled into a darkened parking garage beneath his building, and he swerved into the first open spot. There were four other cars in this garage registered to him--three of them SHIELD vehicles, and one of them a personal car, which saw hardly any use. He kept thinking about just selling it... but it seemed like one of those psychological steps that would mean his life--down to his ability to transport himself--really did belong to SHIELD: lock, stock, and barrel.

He blinked and brought himself back to the present moment, hopping out of the car and walking around to open Carol's door. He knew she probably didn't expect him to, and apparently whatever they might be doing at some point in the future would be as purely physical as you could get without being by yourself, but he'd been raised with certain ingrained values, and one of those included holding the doors open for people he'd recently professed interest in sleeping with.
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Agent Phil Coulson

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