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Maria Hill remembers all the little things about Philip Coulson, possibly even more than any paragraph A subsection B line C word A in any training manual, debriefing or rules she could care to think of, and that was saying a lot considering how by-the-book she was.
"You don't have to be so pragmatic, Hill," he'd say and then give his goofy, sheepish smile that rounded out his already soft face. For a man, he still had a youthful glow about him. No matter what he had to do in his job; whether he had to deal with super powered divas or just act an as everyman to S.H.I.E.L.D., he was the hardest worker and probably the best agent S.H.I.E.L.D. ever produced.
"Want to play a round of cards next time?" he'd asked her moments before all this shit went down, before the Loki-controlled Hawkeye attacked, before the Hulk Hulked out and all hell broke loose. "We can use mine."
"Really, Coulson? You'd play your cards?" she was surprised by his offer and he nodded before scurrying off. Even though his cards were more like trading cards, she didn't bother to correct him. It was the thought that counted.
It was probably why she was so angry with Fury when he purposely placed those beautiful vintage cards in the inside pocket of Coulson's suit, blood staining the edges of Captain America's feet and bleeding through the sides. They were tainted, just like how Fury manipulated his death to push the Avengers.
Maria gently fingered the cards in her hands, how tossed aside they were after Fury just dropped them on the table.
She would play his cards for him and keep them safe. She tucked them in her pocket close to her heart and promised herself under no circumstances would they ever be stained with innocent blood again.
Just a little drabble thing that I decided to write. Doesn't make much sense but I wanted to write out my feels. I wish we could have seen more Hill/Coulson interaction.
