Isn’t she adorable?
Who? The kitten or the girl holding it >:D
Okay, this is war.
Aren’t I Just SSSSSOOOOOOOO fuckin adorable =U=
You know I find it funny that you want to be a fashion designer seeing as you hardly wear clothes
==> Coulson: Have Mental Breakdown
Well that escalated quickly. There isn’t even a preface for what’s happening. Your name is AGENT PHILIP COULSON but you prefer PHIL, or COULSON, or AGENT COULSON. This is unimportant though. You are currently sitting in the BREAK AREA on the hellicarrier. You usually mind your own business here, often taking the time to work on HOMEWORK or read a couple COMIC BOOKS. Right now you are trying to focus on your MUSIC THEORY homework but you can over hear SEBASTIAN and a couple of other agents talking. You tap your pencil on the notebook quietly as you try not to hear them.
“I just think we’re wasting our time, Fury’s a dumb old fart who doesn’t know what he’s doing.” Sebastian crosses his arms across his chest.
“I say SHIELD will go much farther if they’d just shut down the Avengers Initiative, I mean, the team hardly does anything and when they do they break more than anything.”
“Not to mention they’re a mess of a team, always fighting, running off, trying to kill themselves.” Sebastian rolls his eyes, you gulp nervously, trying not to think about what hes saying. “I swear if Banner and Pym had just asked I would’ve put them down.”
“Not to mention Fury’s gotten soft.” Another agent chimes in, scoffing as they do so. “Hiring people based off of heart and motivation.”
“I know, I’m here solely for skill heart and hope, it’s for the weak.” Sebastian said. “Any kid who thinks they can make it here just because they believe in fixing the world is gonna die real fast. I swear that one whos obsessed with Rogers-” He stopped, the room is silent as eyes fall on you.
==> Die inside
“I’m sorry.” You say, getting up from your seat. “I’m just going to uh- go back to work.” You leave the room, their eyes following you, not another word is spoken.
==> NOW have emotional breakdown.
You walk swiftly through the hallway, noticing you still have ten minutes left of break, ten minutes until you can go beat something up. You find an isolated area and hit the walls a couple of times. You KNOW you aren’t a good agent. You KNOW you shouldnt be there. You are COMPLETELY AWARE you’re probably only there because Commander Fury feels bad for you. Everyone knows. You lean backwards against the wall. If just one person would take you seriously… just one…
You don’t cry. You just sit there with your eyes closed, thinking about how terrible you are at everything. You suddenly hear footsteps coming into the hallway, someone running, you hear them lean on the wall near you. You feel them nearby and open your eyes. Sitting next to you is CAPTAIN AMERICA or STEVE ROGERS as he prefers.
==> Die
You think you did. Your heart is pounding. What is he doing. You can’t help but stare, your mouth open. He seems to have noticed you too.
“Oh I’m sorry.” He says. “Am I bothering you?”
“N-n-n-no, No captain, what are you doing here?” You ask, horrified at your inability to speak words.
“Honestly.” He lowers his voice. “I’m hiding from Sebastian. He’s scary. Why are you here…Phil?” He asks, reading your name tag.
“Hiding from Sebastian, he was talking about me, so I left.” This is CAPTAIN AMERICA and now you’re boring him with your STUPID PROBLEMS, damn it Phil, you are lame.
“Was he calling you names?” Cap asks you, does he not realize who you are?
“Kind of….” You say “He said I won’t make it.”
“Well hey, you know what, butts to that guy.” Steve smiles, you giggle. Captain America is so calm and nice. “He’s a big bully and he just wants to make you feel bad about yourself because he wants to feel better about himself, I think I’ve seen you training here a couple times, you’re the kid with the bag of flower, right?”
In a simulation you tried to take down a robber with a bag of flower but ended out stilling it all over yourself. Apparently your hero knows about that.
“Yeah” You say sadly.
“It was really smart of you, if you’d build some arm muscle you would’ve been able to hit that guy right in the noggin” He gives you a smile that can only be described as derpy.
“Thanks Captain”
“No Problem, Phil.” He ruffles your hair. “Now if you excuse me I’m going to go see if Fury is done yelling at us yet.”
“See you, Captain Rogers”
“Please, call me Steve.”
