This is a series of one-shots for Coulson, because I was bored and needed to write something despite my exams and reports due in this month. Sometimes you just need to chill and write for no reason really lol. I've got nine one-shots worked out for it, but if anyone wants any particular themes or whatever then just ask – message or review, whichever you prefer. These one-shots won't be nothing special, just quick things, though they may become more meaningful the more I write and the better I get at writing Coulson's character. Anyways, enjoy x

Just Business

One-Shot One

"Oh, come on!" He heard, as he walked down the corridor. A loud sigh breached his ears.

He glanced behind himself, noticing the lack of people present. The hallways were practically deserted.

Shrugging, he sped up a little only to hear a huffing moan, "For goodness sakes. I've already been down this way!" The voice hissed with agitation.

A small grin grew upon his visage, "Lost, are you?" He queried loudly, trying to parch the smirk that threatened to clamber over his face as she jumped.

She span around to face him, glaring viciously at the ill-hidden smile, "Oh shut up you smug bastard!"

Forget the grin. He snorted and it echoed down the halls despite his hand trying to cover his beaming teeth.

She licked her lips, trying to smother her sneer and compose herself. "I'm sorry – sir… I jus-"

"It's okay," he told her with a wide smile, "Where are you trying to get, the dining hall?"

She shook her head, "No, it's packed in there. I'm looking for the rec-room."

His mouth opened with a silent 'Ah!' of comprehension. She suddenly turned her eyes to a recruit that barrelled down the hall. They both split apart and against the walls, opposite one another to let the young lad pass them. He took a quick look of her.

Brown hair that seemed a little frazzled. She had large dark bags beneath her eyes and some Vaseline on her light pink lips. Not a natural beauty by any means, but definitely pretty… if she were to put in an effort.

She wore the typical uniform of a nurse, consisting of a light blue suit and name tag. However, she wore non-uniform items as well, such as a silver bracelet on her left hand. It was quite bland. No particular design. The skin of her right hand was dry, peeling slightly. He could not tell if this was due to overexposure to the sun, as her reddened nose would suggest, or if she merely needed to change her soap or adopt some hand moisturiser.

"I'll take you." He abruptly said, as her attention slowly reverted back to him. She stared, blinking up at him.

"Err… thank you…" She mumbled, bowing her head, as her cheeks flushed.

"Good," He said, suddenly standing straighter and moving passed her, "Follow me then."

She stared after him a moment, "Hmm… What an odd character."

"Are you coming, or not?" He called and she gasped, running after him.

"Hey!" She shouted back, "Stop walking so fast! I've not got your long legs mister!"

Coulson grinned again and ignoring her pleas, walked just a tad bit faster.

…

"So," She ventured, twiddling her fingers together anxiously as they walked through the air-ship.

"Yes?" He asked.

She twisted her neck to get a better look at him, "I'm Sarah." She told him.

For a moment he did not reply, but soon enough, "Coulson… you can call me Coulson."

She turned her gaze from him, staring at the grey floor with a slight pout.

No first name.

She could not fathom why he would not share his first name when she did so, so freely.

"You're careless." He said unexpectedly and her brown eyes became glued to his lips.

"What?" she glowered, her voice fizzing maliciously as she sensed an insult coming her way.

"You should not be so careless with your name Sarah…" He spared her a quick glance before turning his eyes forwards once more, "It could get you hurt."

She stared forwards as well, saying quietly, "Oh…"

"Which is your favourite?" He asked. She gave him another odd stare and after an awkward silence he understood, clarifying himself, "Which Avenger member is your favourite?"

She stuttered, "I-I don't… I don't know. I've never really thought on it."

"Mine is Captain America. He's always been my favourite hero – ever since I was little."

Sarah smiled slightly. She could hear the child in him surfacing through his tone of voice, but she wondered if he was genuinely trying to get to know her or simply make up for the lack of first name clarification.

"I've got a card collection from way-back-when and he's agreed to sign it for me." His teeth gleamed in the bright lights of the corridors, as he grinned.

Sarah laughed fondly, "He must be some guy…"

Coulson nodded a little, his eyes glazing over, "Yeah."

Sarah looked up at him thoughtfully. He seemed to be lost now. To an extent she hoped that this would not end with her further lost in the ship. On the other hand altogether though, she was extremely curious as to why someone that seemed so solid and certain of himself could be taken by the fairies by the mere thought of Captain America. His once straightened broad shoulders were a little slackened now and his lips twitched when what she could only assume to be a fun memory crossed his mind.

Coulson stopped and she almost tripped into him, "Well," he said, "Here you go."

She peered up at the sign, 'Rec-Room'.

"Thank you, Cou-" As she turned, she found him gone. She turned further and found his back to her, as he walked down the same path they had previously taken.

She blinked, "What an intriguing man."

She shrugged away a shiver as she eyes drifted lower down to the point just below his dark jacket. She immediately averted her coy gaze though, licking her lips with great appreciation and opened the door to the rec-room.

"I should get lost more often." She mumbled with a cheeky smile…