I hear you loud and clear but who will protect me
He use to do it a lot as a child, but it was a very lonely thing to be the only one, when he saw other species given status for having a special ability, rewarded and even praised but this particular ability was deemed to be non existent or fake with no known records in existence. You were made to disappear, tested on or used for ulterior motives, which never suited anyone but the maker and his ideas on life. Phil Coulson was a psychic, he could hear everything loud and clear and on a good day for miles around which as a child brought inner peace but this was still something he never told a soul about in adulthood, not even his beloved S.H.I.E.L.D who had deemed them non-existent or Melinda May the woman who was his everything.
As he grew, he began to use it less and less as he saw how anyone claiming to be a psychic was treated, the tests they were coerced into performing and later they would disappear. Never a record of the individual was found from life to death. It was a nightmare when he was in a room full of people what once brought inner peace brought utter chaos, because all their thoughts bounced around his head, screaming, annoyingly scratching at backs of his eyes and all he wanted was the peace and quiet from his childhood.
The final time that he could remember using this ability at will was the day Loki had graced the city; his mind has gone into overdrive with all the dark thoughts that emanated in his mind attempting to destroy and ultimately ended his life for nothing more than Loki's amusement. Not only did that cause the pain in chest but also a headache so immense that he thought his brain would run out of his ears. In the distance he could hear the shouts and could hear Fury telling him, "This was not his time to die, you are ordered not to die!" but for short while he had the inner peace known as death before he was yanked back to the world of the living by orders of Director Fury himself.
Time lost its meaning for a short period of his life as he could not account for certain times when he was unconscious, he was fed the pre determined S.H.I.E.L.D lines that everyone knew about and in return his answer was, "Tahiti: It's a magical place."
Now in the present day, he is on The Bus, in his office with only a small handful of select Agents and a very stroppy young woman by the name of Skye. Now this thought was bouncing around his or more accurately this person, the minute that he had seen her, a connection had formed and felt the overwhelming urge to protect her as though she was his own but he had no idea why. His mind had lit up like the 4th of July, her thoughts were currently resounding in his head and not one of them was pleasant but extremely cheeky.
His was chuckling to himself when May walked in room, as usual no knocking, no waiting and certainly no standing outside until he opened the door. There she stood and without a 'by your leave' the words left her mouth, "What are we to do with her?" May asked looking severely pissed, as someone had ordered her to keep watch over Skye and May does not like playing babysitter to anyone or anything, especially a stroppy young woman who needed to be put in her place. With a look from Coulson that May knew too well, which clearly told her that this girl was going nowhere.
"She stays and you will have to trust me, can you do that?"
May give him a look of her own the 'do you think I was born yesterday, joined S.H.I.E.L.D and this is the first day' look and walked out of the office.
What May did not know is that Phil could hear every thought that was running through that beautiful head of hears, "God he has beautiful eyes" but the one that made him look up was when he heard, "I love him so much but I don't know whether to tell him."
Now this is something that Phil had always wanted to hear but right now he needed to help Skye but that thought would be carefully stored away for the not too distant future, where him and May were going to sit down, hash it out and he was going to make her his, in every possible way.
The main thing that was on his mind was his ability had returned, he had tried everything possible and every known technique to get this under control, so that it did not return, if Hydra or anyone found out about this he would be hunted for life but he couldn't deny that he could hear it loud and clear.
He closed his eyes at his desk and willed it stop but the very thing that he was trying to drown out had gotten even stronger and now he could hear all the thoughts on The Bus. Fitzsimmons were in the lab, standing at the Holotable talking their own 'science-babble' language which was giving him a headache, Ward was doing his usual grunting and kick the beads out of the punching bag, May was now in the cockpit singing in her native tongue which was unusual as he had not heard her do that for years and Skye-
'Boom boom' this noise had shot out of the room at break neck speed.
When he approached he saw Skye on the bar with a lamp raised above her head, Ward was sporting a busted lip and looked like he was ready to kill. "What the HELL is going on here? I leave you and May to do one little thing and look after her whilst I am dealing with S.H.I.E.L.D HQ and I come down to find a two level 7 specialists bested by a mere slip of a young woman!"
"Please Skye, put down the lamp and calm down." Skye whipped her head around and looked at Coulson, she gave him a very inquisitive look as though she was trying to read his soul, something was telling her to trust him but she was not sure why, but she decided to stand by her gut, since that was the only thing that helped her survive when she was on the streets and in the foster homes. Slowly she placed the lamp back on the bar, Coulson held out his hand, which she took without hesitation still unsure of his intentions she stood behind him whilst Coulson levelled his stares on the two level 7 agents who had been bested by a woman with no training in her arsenal.
"I'll deal with you two later, Skye you're with me." Coulson turned around and walked towards his office with Skye in pursuit being watched by the level 7 Specialists, standing there with their mouths open.