A/N: This is an AvengersKink prompt I filled a while back, but just now got around to posting. It is set between Thor and The Avengers.
Hill looks down on the text message from Coulson with a raised eyebrow. Have been mortally wounded. Going home early. -Phil-
She looks back up at the mountain of paperwork on her desk. Mortally wounded?
Her phone dings again. She looks back down at it with a frown. Please bring cupcakes.
Well, guess she's not getting any more work done tonight. She's going to go let Director Fury know something's come up, making a stop, and then headed home to check on Coulson.
She opens the door to their shared apartment—like they could afford rent in this town on their government salaries and besides it's not like either one of them is ever home long enough to maintain an apartment—and stares.
Phil's laid out on the couch, with a blanket—hey, that's her fuzzy blanket!—surrounding by enough comfort food to feed an army. Seriously, he must have hit up every store between headquarters and here. The tv is turned to a classic movie, actually one of Coulson's favorites, if she remembers correctly.
"What—" she kicks aside an empty beer box—"Is the matter with you?"
He looks up at her with a pathetic expression and holds up a single finger, wrapped in a neon green band-aid. "Papercut."
Maria sets down the pink bakery box she's been carrying so that she can put her hands on her hips.
"I've seen you face down explosions, aliens, and Tony-freakin'-Stark with far less drama. All this because of a little papercut?"
He simply lifts his hand up and fixes her with one of his best heartbreaker smiles, "Kiss it better?"
She sighs and heads towards him. "Move over." She pushes his legs off the couch and slides down beside him.
"So, what are we watching?"
-End.-