Title: Coulson's Little Girl
Plot: A series of Coulson/OC one shots, non-romantic. Meet Rebecca Coulson, Agent Phil's adopted daughter. Since the death of her mother from cancer, Phil was the only one who was there for her. Sometimes family is all you need.
Disclaimer: I own Rebecca, others are not mine.
Rating: K+, maybe T for talks of death and feels
Secret Mission
This was the most dangerous mission she had ever been on. If she was caught, it would spell big trouble for her. She crouched down, hiding by the door so she wouldn't be seen. The darkness hid her well and she had always been quiet. She ran and jumped, landing onto her target area perfectly.
"Mowning daddy!" five year old Rebecca Coulson giggled as she landed on the bed belonging to her father, Agent Phil Coulson. Since her mother, the agent's cello playing girlfriend and Rebecca's mother, had died due to colon cancer; Rebecca had been living with the agent who adopted her. He was her best friend, someone who was always there for her.
Phil yawned, groggily sitting up. Last night had been a rough one, having barely made his flight in from New Mexico. He had found a large source of energy on the SHIELD scanner and Fury had sent him out to secure it; the item being a large hammer that had created a crater in the desert. Home had brought much more sleep than the sight and now worry if Maria Hill was taking proper care of Rebecca. Not that he had any doubts about that, Maria doted on him. He just wasn't ready to move on from Rebecca's mother yet; that's why he wouldn't date her. "Mornin' cupcake! What time is it?"
"8 o' cwock!" Rebecca smiled as she snuggled up to her father. The young girl was the spitting image of her mother and in a lot of ways reminded Phil of her mother. For instance, both were happy in the morning no matter what time they woke. Then there was their looks: brown hair that both women enjoyed pulling back in a ponytail and two blue eyes set in a childish face that shimmered with both confidence and curiosity.
"8 o'clock huh? Why aren't you asleep?" Phil chuckled at his daughter, "It's still summer time. School doesn't start yet."
"I wanna go zoo," Rebecca replied, looking at her father with a childlike sense of wonder. "Auntie Hiww say zoo got nice animaws. We go zoo wif Auntie Hiww?"
God Bless Maria Hill, Coulson thought to himself as he rubbed at his eyes. The girl was always making sure that Rebecca was well cared for and kept her curious sense of wonder. "Well the zoo's not open yet."
"Is too! Miss Hiww towd me the zoo open at 8 o'cwock! I even had hew set my awawm!" Rebecca protested as she crossed her little arms.
Sometimes having such a curious daughter made him lose sleep. "How about," Phil replied tiredly, "we get breakfast here first. I'll make breakfast, chocolate chip pancakes even." Before he had adopted her, Phil had been as talented with technology as Nick Fury was at ballet: not at all. Being a dad taught you things and cooking was one of those important things.
"You make pancakes?! Yay!" Rebecca beamed, "Den we take subway and go zoo? You and I sweep on subway, no be tiwed fow zoo."
That was something, among the list of things that grew every day, Phil loved Rebecca for. She was five and thought of more needs than just her own. "Alright," Phil smiled as he stood up and put on his house shoes, "let's get to the kitchen."
