"Coulson! Slow down!" Maria Hill yelled down the hall towards the agent who was walking seemingly fast down the hall.
"I don't have time. I have a Bus to get back too." He called over his shoulder.
She was getting closer to him. She needed to talk to him. It wasn't her fault and it wasn't his either. He needed to know that. She saw her opening. There was a closet to the left. She sped up and grabbed his sleeve before he could get far and pushed him into the closet. Coulson gave a gasp as he was shoved into a closet. He turned around to find that Hill standing before the door giving him a glare.
"What do you want, Maria?" he said giving his own glare. "I don't have time for this."
"You are blaming yourself and I want you to know that it wasn't your fault or was it mine. I had to take that shot. That agent knew what he was doing. You can't blame anybody but who did this."
"I've no idea what you are talking about."
"Oh, really." She didn't believe him. "Okay, then is it because I took your Captain American cards?"
"You did what?!" Coulson yelled out.
Maria's eyes went wide. She thought he knew that she had them. Great, I'm dead. She could see that he was holding on to his anger. She knew that they better be in top condition when he got them back. He has threatened everyone with a gun of his choice. He has pretty scary guns especially since he was such good friends with Fury. Hill tried to remember if the cards had any evidence that they have been tampered with. She has left them in her sock drawer.
Coulson was deciding what gun he could us but knew that he couldn't because of Fury. He wondered if he could get away with scaring her but not harming her. It took forever to get those cards.
"You better have not hurt…"
"Of course I didn't hurt them…"
"If they are so much as bent I'll…"
"Don't worry, they are better…"
They didn't hear the door to the closet open. Till they heard Fury's voice, "What are you two doing?"
The two agents were both speechless. Their minds going blank, this wouldn't look good. They were caught… by Fury… in a closet. Oh the ideas that he could get.
"Um, Sir we were just talking." Hill started to speak.
"Yes, we were speaking about work." Coulson cutted in.
"I'll leave you two to talk, but in a closet? Really? You could have used a room to talk in." Fury closed the door shaking his head at his two agents. What was he going to do with them?