Lensherr’s confusion about the visit mirrored Coulson’s own. If life was logical, the mutant wouldn’t be sitting by his bedside with concern written so clearly over his face. Nothing made sense anymore and it had little to do with the drugs being pumped into his system to keep the pain at bay.
His fingers tightened reflexively over the sheet, not so much out of fear as a need to feel pressure to maintain his focus and thoughts from drifting away. He hated hospitals and he hated being in a bed for so long without being able to do any of his usual work.
The question of “what happened?” was a complex one; one that Coulson couldn’t really do justice to while he was having such a hard time trying to hold onto what shreds of dignity he still had left. Really, being in a soaked hospital gown while holding up a bedsheet didn’t exactly scream “professional” or “fearless” or whatever else people are used to seeing him as. A pity no one thought to bring him his favorite aviators to at least hide his bloodshot eyes.
He smiled slightly, despite the question, finding the situation that led to his hospitalization perhaps a little funnier than he normally would.
“I was doing my job and Loki happened.” The amusement crept into his voice, despite his best efforts to keep it down. “He didn’t like the Helicarrier’s five-star cells too much.”
Lehnsherr winced. Of course it would be Loki, the god he had formed a temporary alliance with. This was what happened when ‘good’ went up against ‘evil’. People got hurt. Erik never imagined, however, that he would feel remorse over it. Maybe somewhere deep he was still human after all.
“… I see,” he muttered. That was his usual response when he didn’t know how to act. And the awkward silence between them grew even more. What was he supposed to say? They never really got along in the first place, and the only time they did was when he was teasing the agent.
“At least now, you can’t run away from me.” That sounded creepier than he had hoped, and he assumed his smile wasn’t exactly comforting either, “Has anyone told you that you look absolutely adorable in that gown? It goes with your eyes.”
Coulson continued to watch him, though there was a serene, almost blank look about the way he stared, as if his mind was wandering off. Were he more lucid, he’d realize that he was seeing a side of Erik Lensherr he never saw, but he wasn’t and it was likely that he’d forget the entire encounter entirely once he succumbed to the late-night medications.
The creepy edge to Lensherr’s voice after a moment of awkward hesitance, however, did draw the fallen agent’s attention once more. The hairs at the back of his neck stood at an end and his smile faded. There was something unnervingly familiar with their encounter now and usually he would walk away or make threats, but he wasn’t really in a position to make threats.
So his mouth switched onto auto-drive without his permission.
“Has anyone told you that your lines need work?”
It’s been almost a year since I started playing Phil Coulson and he holds a special place in my heart as the first marvel character that I truly fell in love with and got to know.
Nonetheless, I’m going to be realistic here and tell you faithful followers like it is:
I will not be able on this account actively for the foreseeable future. Yes, I will still log on from time to time, but rarely will it be fore more than a few hours or even on a weekly basis.
Consider this account under permanent semi-hiatus.
I have other accounts that I frequent sporadically, but Crmen can no longer maintain rp accounts where she rps actively every day. Real life calls, you know?
If you want to talk to me ooc, be my guest. I’m often on my personal account: sacredkarcram.
Other than that, the two accounts I will be maintaining somewhat more actively are:
Loki - lokilies.tumblr.com
Doctor Doom - latverianprometheus.tumblr.com
Cheers and thanks for sticking around. I should be popping in more often after midterms and grad school application madness dies down.
The dropping of formalities was a good sign normally, but Coulson wasn’t going to take it at face value. He might be calm and he might even be a little friendly toward Loki, but he still knew that this god used his words as weapons. Dropping his guard would be a mistake.
When Loki offered to be of assistance if the Avengers ever did start an irreconcilable fight between them, the agent showed his first sign of real surprise by hesitating to reply. His eyes didn’t narrow and he didn’t freeze, but he was quiet for longer than a few seconds as he reviewed what Loki just said to him.
Why would Loki offer such assistance when he wanted to tear the heroes apart in the first place? What would he gain from offering his help to S.H.I.E.L.D. to try to bring the Avengers back together in the future?
What was his game?
“…thank you.” That was really all Coulson could say in response.
Loki smiled, just a little, to see the Agent as he stumbled with his questions. The trickster knew just what was more than like running through his mind, and knew the answer to the question as well. “It isn’t really that complicated, you know,” he said quietly, the smile still playing at his features.
“The Avengers are heroes, and I am a villain. That much is cut and dry…” he said simply turning, and pacing a few steps, as though absentminded, or possibly bored, “…Yet you wonder, why it is I would make such an offer, yes?” The way Coulson schooled his features told the mischief maker he was more than likely correct in that assertion.
He paused, looking at the man he had very nearly killed, and studying his face as he did so. “…The answer is simple: They, are my heroes,” he explained with just a twinge of selfishness working it’s way into his smile. “Whatever else may be true, they were formed, at least in part, as a response to my actions… That, makes them my responsibility,” he said it as though he were a parent, approving a child’s purchase of a puppy.
Loki smiled again then, though there was the tiniest glimmer of sadness to it, “…If they break apart, it will be my doing, not because of some other uppity would-be-villain who wants to try their hand against the Avengers, and not because of some stupid argument or battle of egos at home. That, is final.”
Even the liesmith himself was unsure whether or not this was his true motivation, but at least he could be convincing when he presented the argument.
Loki Odinson was crazy, that much was certain from their last encounter. However, Coulson wasn’t aware of how crazy, crazy possessive the god really was until his reply. Figures the god would be one of those villains that got possessive over certain heroes.
But was he lying or was he telling the truth? And why was he telling Coulson of all this? Did he mean for Coulson to report this to Fury to instill a false sense of hope for S.H.I.E.L.D. in the event of the inevitable breakdown of the Avengers?
What was his real game? Or was this his game?
Just as Loki watched Coulson, Coulson watched back, trying to read the famous Liesmith, to pick apart what he’d just said.
There was an unsettling ring of truth in Loki’s words, but could he trust his judgement of a god he barely knew? And one infamous for his lying abilities?
He’d played S.H.I.E.L.D. as fools before when he handed himself into custody, was this just another trick?
Agent Coulson didn’t trust Loki and never would.
“Your reasons are unsound, but I don’t think you’re lying, at least not completely. Will you be watching the Avengers all the time to make sure they’re not falling apart, though? Do you have a life outside of terrorizing your brother and his friends?” Now he was goading Loki, but he had a feeling it wouldn’t make the god mad, at least not mad enough to get stab-happy again.
I forgot to upload this here! D<
Video: http://youtu.be/OoTGCILmQOc2.5 hours
Pic set-Ultimate Spider-man 1x23 “Not A Toy”
MAN I LOVE THIS EPISODE!!!
Ultimate Spider-Man S01E21 - I Am Spider-Man
“It’s a Wild Wild Web”
A Principal Coulson production.
Directed by Principal Coulson.
Songs by Principal Coulson.
That last photo at the piano! #dying XDDDDDDD