Classified information that’s suddenly not so classified…
I prefer the term ‘meticulously planned’, rather than ‘fucked up’.
There is a reason for everything that SHIELD does, including overlooking the playing of a baseball game that Captain Rogers just happened to have attended in his past life.
It was no accident that that particular game was played. Director Fury wanted to see how the supersoldier would react, whilst breaking the news of his survival in a… not so subtle way.
"Out of time or not, that man has seen things that even you or I haven’t witnessed. To baby him now would be an offence to everything Captain America stands for. Surely you of all people understand that?"
That’s what he told me.
I objected, even offered to be the one to break the news to Captain Rogers slowly. But Fury was adamant that this was the best way.
It’s the first time in my SHIELD career that I’ve refused to take part in an operation the Director has planned.
Agent Coulson and Fury. Afterward.
Yes I refuse to believe….yeah TvT
I officially fall in love with Agent Coulson, he is just too cute.
see, this week they introduced coulson’s character into the main comics continuity. Why would they do that if he just died in the movie?
You make that sound worse than it actually was.
I was assigned to keep an eye on Captain Rogers after he was removed from the ice.
Just in case he woke up and things got a little messy.
… which they did, but you don’t need to know that. It’s classified.
And to answer your question, no.
At least, he didn’t while I was monitoring his condition.
Though that might have had something to do with the deep sleep he was in…
I can’t imagine snoring is really the body’s priority when you’ve been frozen for decades.
Loki’s expression hardened instantly, tempered into cold steel. He stepped in toward Thor, raising a single, pointed finger between them. ”Don’t.”
The warning came with an unwavering glare from his grey-green eyes, boring into the emotion-reddened blue of the thunderer. Loki lowered his voice even further to a frosted snarl, ensuring that Thor, and only Thor, would be able to overhear what he said next.
“If we were ever brothers, it was not because the All-Father snatched me from the snows of Jotunheim, but we nursed at the same breast.”
“No Loki. It was because I loved you,” Thor was unable to control the volume of this little outburst, as he stared into the glare that was recently becoming all to familiar to him. Unwavering hatred was all he saw in his brother’s eyes and he was either unable or unwilling to realise what lay beneath that. All he really knew was that he didn’t like it, not one bit.
For Thor, it had always been simple. His father had always been wise, his mother always kind, and Loki… the perfect mixture of the two, with even more beautiful and complex layers, all intricately woven into that funny little brain of his, but always, first and foremost in Thor’s eyes anyway, wise and kind. When they had fallen out as children, it had never taken much (usually just a few bats of the eyelashes and promises to take care of Loki’s chores) to win his brother back to his side. This was different. This was painful.
“I love you still,” he murmured after a small pause, finally choking at the end of his sentence on the lump in his throat. His frown was no longer one of anger but intense scrutinisation. Why did everything have to be so complicated?
WHO SAID IT WAS OK TO POST SOMETHING THIS HORRIBLE!??!??
My first reaction was ‘Nice thought but there’s no way, Coulson is much younger than…’ and then I stopped mid-thought.
Because you know what.
You know what.
After Steve, the US government had to keep trying to recreate the Super-Soldier Serum.
would be the FIRST DAMN PERSON IN LINE to volunteer?
They told us it never worked again. And that was kind of true. They never again recreated the super-strength or the gleaming pecs. But other things, they got right. They got the vastly delayed aging. And the kind of reflexes that make a man able to take out two armed thugs with a bag of flour. And the talent for leading through example. And they got the most important part, Erskine’s favorite part: the magnification of moral fiber, taking the loyalty and selflessness of a loyal and selfless man and making him into something spectacular.
Coulson didn’t buy those vintage cards on Ebay.
He’s had them since he was a little boy.
That little boy right there.
Rest assured, I’ll take that into better consideration in the next engagement…
And if Thor even THINKS about putting a cafe chain on Asgard, I’ll see to it that the peoples incite to revolution.
You sorely underestimated the Avenger’s potential on your last visit.
And I have no doubts that you will do the same this time.
People like you never learn from their mistakes; too caught up in their own games to observe what’s going on around them.
Wouldn’t it be better for all of us if you just admitted defeat while you have the chance?
I’ve yet to bother grasping the finer workings of your primitive Midgardian technology, but I believe most recently I was “let” onto the internet by the cooperation of the entities known as ‘Star Bucks’ and ‘AT&T’…
Which likely answers your question about my general location, since the coffee franchise isn’t yet quite so impressive as to have established a location outside your realm.
As to the threat of war… make certain your healers ensure your joints are in good working order, Agent, particularly your knees.
I’m sure Starbucks would jump at the opportunity to go intergalactic.
Are you certain Asgard isn’t in need of a coffee shop or four?
Thor has something of a coffee addiction to rival my own, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.
Oh dear, did you forget what happened the last time you tried to force people to kneel before you?
Or is the thought too painful for you to recall?
Let me jog your memory.
And don’t think that the very same thing won’t happen again.
We’ll be waiting for you. Make no mistake.