Phil feels the cold assault his skin as he steps out into his porch. Covered as he was, he could still feel the winter air seeping through his face to the tips of his ears and nose.

Christmas lights in one hand, he climbs the ladder he'd already set up to place the lights on the roof. When he gets to the top, he mentally curses himself for not untangling them beforehand. Great. Smart thinking, Phil.

He struggles, but concentrates nevertheless to separate the knotted wires together. He bites his lower lip, both from the cold and the frustration. His gloves really aren't helping, either. Maybe he should get down first?

"Excuse me?" At the sound of another voice, Phil jumps despite himself. When he falls, his fall is broken by another body under his, and his face breaks into pure, apologetic horror.

"Oh my God, I'm so, so, sorry," he rambles, helping the poor woman get to her feet. She was so tiny, how she held up his weight without showing any signs of getting hurt was an astonishment to him. "Are you alright?"

She glares at him.

"I'm fine," she shakes the snow off of her shoulders and her hair, her expression turning softer. Phil thought she was actually quite pretty, and he mentally punches himself for falling on her. "Are you Phillip Coulson?"

"At your service," really, Phil?

"I'm here to deliver your package," oh, right. He had ordered gifts for his godchildren. Little decorative rocks for Daisy, who for some reason loved collecting them, a full DVD set of Bill Nye the Science Guy for Jemma, and Cosmos by Carl Sagan for Leopold. How could he have forgotten? Maybe the woman standing in front of him is accountable?

The woman picks up the box, which, during the fall, gained a small dent and was beginning to get wet from laying on the snow. She huffs, her breath visible to Phil. He can't help but shift his eyes to her lips and notes how perfectly shaped they are.

"The company won't be held responsible for any damages done by the buyer," she says matter-of-factly, pushing a strand of stray hair away from her face. It was to no avail as her black ear muffs were in the way. He found it really cute though - her tidy, organized appearance was juxtaposed by a few strands of rebellious hair.

"Yeah, I know," he breaks into a small chuckle. "It was my fault."

She seems to agree as she arches her brow. "Just sign here," she reaches inside her shoulder bag for the receiving forms, stretching her arm out to him.

When Phil walks towards her, he trips on what he thought was a small hill of snow, but was actually a rock covered in it. She barely catches him this time, with him falling face first into the snow.

"Woah," the woman panics to get him up. "Are you okay?" When Phil finally faces her, her laughter escapes as a chuckle as she tries to hide it. "You broke your nose." She crinkles hers as a reaction, and for a moment Phil forgets about the pain, a warm feeling building at the pit of his stomach. He's so screwed.

"Just a really clumsy day, I guess," he shrugs, tasting the blood that's reached his mouth. "Where do I sign?"

She looked skeptical. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm the one who fell on you," his face softens. "I should be the one asking that repeatedly." And apologizing. At length.

"I already told you - I'm fine," okay so they're both stubborn. This should be fun.

"I've had my nose broken before, I'll be alright," with that she raises her brows again, intrigued. "I highly doubt you've been pinned down to the ground by someone," he realizes the connotation of what he's just said, and thanks the heavens he can blame the weather for the blush creeping across his already red face.

"You'd be surprised," she tilts her head and subtly smirks. It was his turn to be intrigued. He can already sense that she was the kind of woman who'd give him a hard time and because he's him, he'll love every moment of it. You stand no chance, Phil.

"So, the forms?"

She hands him a clipboard and a pen. Now that he's near her, he can properly see her eyes, dark and warm and secretive all at once. When he hands the clipboard back, he suddenly sees worry cross her perfectly contoured features. She reaches in her pocket for something, and before he knows it a handkerchief is hovering in front of his face. She hesitates for a moment and looks into his eyes.

"Go ahead," he was surprised by the softness in his voice.

She wipes the blood that's almost reached his chin. He doesn't know why, but her slow, gentle movements made him feel safe and comforted - warm despite the snow. He's surprised he hasn't winced once at the pain.

"You said you've had your nose broken before?" he was snapped out of his thoughts of admiration by the same thing that's been causing it.

"Yeah, I take self-defense classes," he says, his voice slightly muffled by the handkerchief between them.

"Really?" she cracks a surprised smile. "Me too," So that explains the whole "being pinned to the ground" thing. He was beginning to have rather inappropriate thoughts. "Where do you go?"

"Do you know that old building behind the mall?"

"Yeah, that's where I go," she nods, then retreats her hand from his face. He feels the loss of contact and suddenly finds himself wanting more. He resists touching her, mostly out of respect, and partly because he's almost certain she can easily whip his ass with the information she's just given.

"How come I've never seen you before?" He would surely remember.

"I only go Tuesdays and Thursdays," she says.

"I go Friday and Saturday," he suddenly sounds disappointed, and he's sure the woman caught it.

"Well maybe we can go together sometime," she definitely did.

"I would like that," he replies, hopeful on getting to know this enigmatic woman even more.

When she walks away from him and towards her truck, he suddenly realizes he doesn't even know her name yet.

"Wait," he yells after her. "I never got your name."

"Melinda," she turns to him with a smile. "Melinda May."

"Melinda May," he whispers to himself, liking the way her name rolls off of his tongue. "One less mystery to be solved."

He picks up his delivery and enters his house, forgetting about the ball of Christmas lights that inevitably got damaged during his fall. He might be a tiny bit (or hugely) embarrassed about it, but he's definitely unbelievably happy he fell for on the really attractive delivery woman.