Summary: Fanfic fix for Coulson's death. 'Cause I liked the snarky guy.
Author's Note: This has OCs. I will, hopefully, keep everyone in character. Also this does not have slash. I don't know if this is a one-shot or a multichap fic, so I guess I'll let feedback determine it.
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Not Quite A Christmas Miracle
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"They called it."
Those words echoed over the internal speaker system, startling each remaining member of the Avengers team from his or her own worries or sorrows. The man that Nick Fury spoke of had impacted all their lives to some degree. He had been the "fixer" who had ingratiated himself with Pepper and become something of a friend to Tony. He'd been a handler and mentor to Clint and Natasha—protecting the two SHIELD agents from themselves and the organization they served. He'd snarked with the best of them in New Mexico in the face of a demigod. And he'd acted the part of a starstruck kid with Steve. Come to think of it, only Bruce had failed to truly bond with the agent, but that didn't mean that the sometimes green hero wouldn't feel the loss as well.
Standing before the downed agent, Nick Fury swallowed the lump in his throat as he watched the medics shake their heads. He would not cry, he reminded himself harshly, wondering if his remaining eye would be obedient to this command.
Coulson had been his second in command and friend for so long that it felt strange not to have the man making some shrewd and nearly insubordinate comment about the moisture creeping down Fury's cheek.
The sound of a garbled cry tumbling from the lips of the formerly still agent startled Fury as Coulson's still form suddenly erupted with motion. Nick gaped as he watched. Phil'd been dead. Taking a step closer, he suddenly realized that someone had their hand on the agent—and something was flowing into Coulson. Never one to believe in miracles, his first instinct was to treat this as yet another of Loki's schemes. Unholstering his weapon, he aimed at the woman crouched beside Coulson. "Get away from Agent Coulson," he commanded, his voice cold and deadly.
The woman turned her head slightly, a confused look on her face. "He will not die today," she muttered softly. Meeting Fury's gaze, she offered a wilted smile. "He was right that they needed something to avenge. But they need him more," she whispered just before his bullet sent her sliding to the ground.
Nick shook his head, not quite believing what he was seeing.
"Get medics up here!" he bellowed into his communications headset. "Now, damn it! Coulson's alive!"
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TBC?