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avengers - phil coulson

1st Vintage Card - Voice/Action

[The sound of the fountain could be heard, and the sound of a man coughing out water as he tried to talk. His voice sounds strained and short of breath.]

Boss? [A wet cough] This isn’t exactly what I expected. Can anyone... read me? [No names or call outs, just in case this was... something else. Better safe then sorry.]

[A slopping sound, as if he just hit ground and leaned back on something, could be heard over a wet cough. The tone of his voice however was dry:] This isn't the carrier. This better not be the afterlife.

((Some tags will be answered after he's out of the hospital. Feel free to action tag him in the hospital however!))

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[He was letting her move him as needed, or do what ever. He really wasn't paying proper attention, to tell the truth. It was getting harder to focus on any of this.]

[Only then he heard the other. his brow raised, head turned, looking at Hawkeye. He felt himself lick cold lips, eyes trying to focus right. Then there was the smallest of smile tugging at the corner of his lip.]

Mmm, they did it. [They got Barton back. He could actually die in peace now, thanks. Not that he wants to. He had to blink off cold and sleep when he realized Natasha was talking. Get him moving. Check.]

How far? [He grunted as Barton lifted him, eyes closing tight and holding a breath for a moment. Yep. No more talking. Don't need to. No comments or wit. Just going to let his head swim a moment. He might have mildly blacked out for a moment, if that helps any. He might still be awake, with how he was trying to control his breath. Eyes closed and silent though, it was hard to tell.]

I'm good.

[She rises with him keeping her hands in place. She can offer support from her position.

They've got this, once then get a good rhythm down they won't have any problems. It isn't as though she and Clint are so far out of step with each other they're going to have any issues.]

Not far. [Calm and level. She's good at keeping her head.] Stay with me though, you got that? [Her eyes meet Clint's and she nods.] Let's go.

[ Eyes meeting Natasha's, Clint nods, and he lets the worry show for a second. But they've got this, and they're acting quick enough to make a difference. He clings to the thought that, if the deities were to bring someone in, then they wouldn't allow them any chances to slip away before they get to play with them. ]

No clocking out on us, sir. [ He's switching quickly between watching where he's going, knowing the journey by heart helping matters, and checking to see that Phil stays with them. He knows from his own experiences that keeping him awake is the best thing he can do until they can stop the bleeding and get him to the hospital after for fluids and drugs to help recovery. ] You know what Tasha's like, she'd kill you before you get the chance. And who'd keep me in line?

[He's not talking too much now. A nod at tasha for telling him to stay with her. a mumbled sound, really. And Barton telling him to not clock out? Well... he'd already told Fury he was clocking out, didn't he? But now he had to stick around. Had to. Weird things happening. ]

[Barton was back.]

[Things had to be better. He swallowed back more blood and nodded, trying to open his eyes]

Not... going anywhere. Stupid. Stupid mistake. She got you back. Got to... stay around, now.

Good, because Barton is right. If you're going to die? I'm going to have to kill you.

[There is a mocking touch of sincerity in her voice.]

Then Clint will get all weepy, and mope another divot into the couch. I promise it's not pretty. [She knows first hand, and would really rather not go there again if they can help it.] Let's try not to go there.

[There they've got it, ease as that. A fast walk, careful not to jostle him around to much. It's fine.

Not too far to go.]

Edited 2012-12-30 06:05 (UTC)

[ With Phil being here before, since the incident he tries not to think about if possible, he almost forgot he wouldn't know he was no longer under Loki's control. ]

Glad to hear it, sir. [ He bites his tongue on an explanation of what happened next, he doesn't need to think about it while he's trying to hang in there, and then there's the fact this Natasha isn't their Natasha, but she's still Natasha.

Instead, he throws her a warning look, one they both know he's not going to follow through on; he's not suicidal, and she always wins. ] Hey, watch who you're calling weepy. [ But notice how he doesn't deny it.

The building's right there, several steps away. ] Get the door, I've got him from here.

[he's only picking up half of what was being said, which honestly is frustrating. His head feels heavy and his mind light, which is also frustrating. He'll blame the cold, or the loss of blood. Right, the pain helps too. Thank the maker he has such a high pain threshold.]

You have a couch? [was pretty much the first thing he honed into there. And what he chose to comment on. Yes, he sounded surprised. Surprised that he has a couch, not that he cries on it. Or did he miss that part?]

[And god damn it's cold. He hates the cold. Warm locations are so much more his taste.]

[She shoots Clint back a 'Trololol bring it' look with a tiny relieved smile. They made it. Coulson is still talking... She can be a little relieved. This was the hardest part, right?

Wavering a moment she isn't sure if she should let go, but she does, because they have get in the building for this to be effective.

So, she lets go of the wound on the front, the hand against the one on his back is sticky and she's not naive enough to think it's anything but blood, so her focus remains on that wound while she pulls the door open. She lets go completely to allow Clint through and to be sure she'd not in the way of anyone who might meet them to help.

Stepping inside she takes a backseat now, because she doesn't know enough about what went on, or who Phil even is to be much help. Barton can take over from here.]

[ Clint manoeuvres him through the doorway without managing to knock him into anything, and as they enter the lobby, he heads straight for the reception area, declaring the situation quickly and coherently, waiting for the help to come.

The fact she falls back doesn't go unnoticed, but he appreciates how awkward it could be in that position. ]

Even got an apartment to go with it. You've got a room, with a bed, and clothes. It's one less thing to worry about. [ He's not touched the room since Phil left, even if he has occasionally snuck in and curled up on the bed once or twice to torture himself. ] And a dog. Your dog. You're gonna love the name you picked, sir.

Edited 2012-12-30 06:42 (UTC)

[There are SO MANY things wrong with this world right now. Well, beside bleeding out to death for a stupid, stupid mistake. Lets see. He heard Peppers voice, and Cap was here, Natasha has long hair, Barton is back and telling him he has a room and cloths and...]

A dog? [He said with a bit of a garbled sound, his body tightening in pain and his eyes closed shut, hard. Ow, ow, ow. How long had they been here. He'd been here before? HOW? His head hurt now too. And he felt like his mind as spinning.]

[Maybe he really was dying and this was all just a dream, because this can't really Be real, can it?]

[Doesn't matter. He passed out just then, slumped over into the mans arms until medics could take him away.]

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