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Phil Coulson
This was all his fault. Phil thought as he looked at his bloody hands, then back at the bleeding Skye. She had been shot through the abdomen and was barely clinging to life.
They were currently on the Bus. Phil's expression was solemn, but it suddenly shifted to a look of desperate urgency. He rushed toward his office on the upper floor of the aircraft, frantically rifling through his top drawer until he found an antique wooden box. His eyes shimmered with a newfound, flickering hope.
But to understand how they reached this point, one must go back several hours.
Six Hours Earlier:
Agent Coulson stood in the main cabin of the Bus—a highly modified Boeing C-17 Globemaster III that served as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s mobile headquarters. He was surrounded by his specialized team:
Skye: Their brilliant computer hacker and intelligence specialist.
Melinda May: Their reluctant pilot, though more famously known as "The Cavalry."
FitzSimmons: The inseparable scientific duo of Leo Fitz and Jemma Simmons.
Grant Ward: Their stoic Operations Specialist.
Standing before a massive computer screen in the lounge, Phil laid out their intelligence on Ian Quinn. Quinn was a billionaire philanthropist primarily known for his obsessive acquisition of Gravitonium.
Operating out of Malta, he used his vast wealth to evade international law and S.H.I.E.L.D. oversight. He had previously kidnapped Dr. Franklin Hall to force him to build a gravity field generator—a plan S.H.I.E.L.D. had barely managed to foil.
He had received intel from his old friend Russo, An Italian Intelligence officer...that Quinn was transporting a mysterious Cybertek package via a train through the Italian countryside.
Cybertek was directly linked to the enigmatic figure they had been hunting: The Clairvoyant—a person who seemed to possess knowledge of their every move. Coulson decided that if they were to intercept the transport, they would all need to go undercover.
On the mission, May and Ward secured a room on the train. Ward commented on how driven Coulson and Skye had seemed lately, until May dropped a bombshell: she had informed Coulson about their relationship—their casual, intense sexual partnership.
Before he could react, she donned her infrared goggles and climbed out the window of the high-speed moving train.
Elsewhere, Skye and Fitz posed as a couple, swiping the ticket taker's keys to set up their tech in the luggage compartment. Meanwhile, Coulson and Simmons played the roles of a father and daughter.
"I'm getting into character," Simmons insisted. "My undercover persona harbors some residual resentment toward her absent American father." Her performance was so authentic that passengers across the cabin began listening in.
Having thoroughly prepared, Simmons threw a pretend fit, allowing her to "accidentally" toss fake ashes of her mother onto the security detail to distract them. She succeeded perfectly.
May tracked the target from atop the train, using her goggles to locate the package in a dining compartment. Soon, however, Coulson realized communications were down.
He traveled to the rear car only to find it empty. Ward followed shortly after, having been compromised by the security force. They were chased off the train just before the guards lobbed a grenade—one that caused the entire train to seemingly vanish into thin air.
Minutes earlier, Ward had dressed as a conductor to locate the package, only to be intercepted by two security agents working for Quinn who were anticipating his arrival. Ward retreated through the car to warn Coulson, and both men were forced to jump off the train once more.
As the pair wondered what had caused the train to disappear, the discovery of May's goggles alerted them that she, too, had been forced off the tracks. Before they could investigate further, arriving security forces chased them into a nearby vineyard.
Coulson and Ward eventually stumbled upon a small vehicle that had already been hot-wired—most likely by Melinda herself in anticipation of their arrival—and they drove it back to the plane to regroup.
Coulson reached out to his Italian police contact, Russo, who informed him that his men had been slaughtered, warning that Cybertek was responsible for the massacre.
Meanwhile, he and Ward fumbled their way through the holo-table technology to analyze the grenade, all while debating May's earlier revelation regarding her relationship with Ward.
Coulson strictly informed Ward that fraternization on his Bus was against protocol; he made it clear that if it interfered with the mission, Ward would be transferred to Antarctica.
Just then, Russo arrived at the plane, only for May to appear from behind and lethally stab him.
Flashing back to the events on the train, May had been following the package from the rooftop when she was targeted by enemy agents. Forced to deploy her parachute, she fled the train and soon came across Coulson and Ward.
They were frozen in the exact positions they had landed in after jumping, apparently paralyzed by the unique effects of the grenade.
May eventually located a vehicle and hot-wired it, but she was captured by Russo and his men before she could escape.
Russo, as it turned out, was a traitor.
The men took May to a villa where they tortured her for Coulson and Ward's location; Russo openly admitted to taking bribes from Cybertek.
However, he made a fatal mistake: he underestimated her. If it's only pain, then "The Cavalry" will not stop.
When Russo stabbed her in the shoulder and turned his back, May used the very knife still lodged in her flesh to regain the upper hand. She quickly freed herself and killed all of Russo's men before pursuing the traitor all the way back to the plane, where she finally ended him.
Afterward, Coulson tenderly assisted in patching up her wounds—an intimacy that Ward appeared wary of—just before they received word that the train had been located at a standstill.
Coulson, May, and Ward entered the abandoned luggage compartment to find Simmons just waking up, though they remained uncertain about the fates of Fitz and Skye. The two were still missing.
Hours earlier back on the train, Skye had questioned Fitz about whether an "0-8-4" had ever been discovered as a person.
Before Fitz could offer a definitive reply, however, their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of enemy agents.
Fitz and Skye managed to hold off their attacker long enough for Simmons to intervene; she threw herself onto the man's grenade, which immediately plunged her into a deep sleep, mirroring the effects seen on the others.
Fitz examined the spent grenade, noting that the technology was remarkably similar to the dendro-toxin used in their own Night-Night Gun, except this version was delivered in a gaseous form.
When the train finally ground to a halt, Fitz and Skye watched as the mysterious package was loaded into a waiting car. They pursued the transport all the way to a secluded villa, where Ian Quinn soon arrived to oversee the operation.
Skye and Leo could be seen on the outskirts of the manor, crouching low and hiding behind the dense bushes.
"Activate the tracker. Let them know we are here," Skye spoke, her voice breaking the sudden silence.
Fitz wasted no time; he activated the device, sending their precise coordinates back to Coulson and the rest of the team. He observed Skye for a moment, noting the determination in her posture.
"You want to go in," he said—it wasn't a question, just a quiet observation.
"We can't let Quinn get away again," Skye replied. They shared a brief, meaningful look before deciding to head inside.
Skye tasked Fitz with sabotaging the getaway vehicles to prevent any escape, while she took the initiative to infiltrate the manor alone in search of the package.
Once inside, she navigated down to the basement, where she discovered a large hyperbaric chamber. She peered through the glass, her eyes widening as she realized who was inside. The chamber contained Mike Peterson.
Skye had met Peterson once before, back when he had saved a woman from a burning building, long before she had become a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. Ironically, she had been the one to warn him about the agency, claiming they existed only to cover up superhero-based events.
Peterson was a Centipede-enhanced supersoldier, and the last time they had crossed paths, they had witnessed him being blown to kingdom come.
Her surprise was short-lived, as Quinn and his men quickly converged on her position. Quinn forced Mike from his slumber and attached a high-tech prosthesis that painfully transformed into a new leg.
Under the orders of Quinn and the mysterious Clairvoyant, Mike reluctantly prepared for his next task. However, when instructed to kill Skye, he refused, stating firmly that her death was not part of his mission.
As Mike departed, Quinn decided to take matters into his own hands. He pulled his weapon and shot Skye twice in the stomach.
Upstairs, Mike brutally attacked the Italian mercenaries who had transported the package, punishing them for leading S.H.I.E.L.D. straight to the heart of the operation.
Still outside, Fitz heard the commotion of the fight just as Coulson and the others arrived. A cold dread washed over him as he realized Skye must be in grave trouble.
Coulson moved with tactical precision, managing to incapacitate Quinn before rushing to the basement.
There, he found a bloodied but still-living Skye.
Thinking quickly, Simmons directed them to place Skye into the same hyperbaric chamber Mike had emerged from. The pressurized environment stabilized her, saving her life, though only for the moment.
Later, aboard the Bus, Ward seethed with a quiet fury that Coulson had allowed Skye to get hurt in the field, while a distraught Fitz did his best to comfort Simmons for her frantic efforts to prolong their friend's life.
Melinda and Ward were alone when she spoke. "If Coulson thinks there's a chance in a million to save Skye—to save any of us—he'd take it. People like us, we need people like him." They shared a heavy, quiet silence before she finally left the room for the cockpit.
Coulson and his team rushed Skye to the S.H.I.E.L.D. Trauma Center in Zurich, Switzerland. After waiting all night—and failing to obtain any classified information about Skye's history from Director Fury—Dr. Jazuat informed Coulson that her condition was dire. They were faced with the impossible decision of whether or not to keep her on life support.
Refusing to give up on Skye so easily, Coulson ordered her hospital room to be moved onto the Bus. It was there that he decided to play his final trump card.
Years prior, in the aftermath of the Battle of New York, Phil Coulson lay in his dark hospital room, partially illuminated by moonlight. He had been brought back from the brink; he touched the spot on his chest where Loki's scepter had pierced him.
He still struggled to comprehend his resurrection. His fellow agents had made it clear: it wouldn't be incorrect to state that Ethan Park was responsible for his return.
Phil was lost in these thoughts when his senses, sharpened by years of training, picked up a sudden gust of wind in the room.
Phil looked toward the shadows and smiled.
"I couldn't blame you; I like that corner, too," Phil stated.
Footsteps echoed, and a face emerged from the darkness. It was Ethan, smiling. "Yeah... I saw the dark corner; I couldn't help myself," he replied.
The smile on Phil's face dropped for a second—he had expected Fury or Hill—though it returned just as quickly. "Visiting hours are over, you know?"
Ethan walked across the room to the single wooden chair, manually dragging it in front of Phil's hospital bed before lounging into it in a relaxed, casual manner while Phil watched in silence.
"Heh... I apologize for disturbing your rest, but I am leaving the States. Before I go, I thought you should have this," Ethan said. Tora transmuted a wooden box containing his teleporting kunai.
Coulson could only stare. He was about to speak, but Ethan continued, "We were at the shawarma joint downtown when Thor mentioned that your kunai got broken."
"Oh... I don't know what to say, Park," Coulson replied, clearly overwhelmed.
"Don't say anything. And here—" Tora, sensing his intentions, transmuted a card and a pen into his hand. Ethan wrote something on it and slid it toward Coulson.
"What's this? Your contact information?" Coulson was shocked; Park was famously elusive.
"Don't try tracking it; you won't be able to," Ethan replied with a smile. Indeed, this number was from a burner phone currently sealed inside a Mirror Dimension seal. And though incoming calls can be made, if a professional tried tracking the number, all they will receive are random coordinates across the Globe.
"Is that a challenge?" Phil asked playfully.
Ethan simply shook his head and continued, "And next time—and I hope there is no next time—if there is, call me. This kunai will help you provide the exact coordinates." He made to stand.
As Ethan headed toward the open window, he looked back at Coulson one last time. "It took courage, doing what you did," he said, referring to Coulson's confrontation with Loki during his escape from the Helicarrier.
"Stand proud, Coulson. You are strong."
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A/N: So how was the chapter