The Consultants

One:- Professor

Authors note:-
Yes there are other stories I should be writing but be honest, if you had this idea could you let it go? And yes there will be more...

Disclaimer
I don't own either Character used here. believe it or not both are owned by Disney these days so this isn't as unlikely as it might seem.

Phil Coulson pulled up Lola outside the university and looked around. There were a number of students still milling around but most of them seemed to be heading to their dorms. He'd timed his arrival so that he parked just after the end of classes.

Stepping out he straightened his suit and tie. One or two of the teenagers looked his way, Lola could always attract the eye. Smothering a smile he headed to the Dons residence. A guard tried to stop him at the door but a quiet word and a forged invite granted him access. Sparing a smirk at the security Coulson glanced to the camera supposedly hidden in an alcove. He was sure he'd been seen by at least four others on the way in, it was just a shame a nasty computer virus was about ready to wipe all electronic records.

Leaving the guard with the impression he was going to see the Dean Coulson skimmed the register and headed in what would have been the right direction if that was who he was really after. Once out of sight he made a sharp turn and headed in the correct direction. At the end of a short hallway he found the rooms of the man he was looking for.

The name on the door was flaked and chipped. A sign that no one, not even the man inside was expected to still be using it. In fact the only part that was still really readable stated that the owner was Professor of History, Ancient Languages and Cultures (Emeritus). Knocking Coulson straightened his tie before taking a deep breath. It wasn't everyday you met a living legend.

Sure he'd met the Asguard Thor, helped set up the Avengers and even met Captain America but he man he was about to recruit had been around even longer than Captain Rodgers. Hell, this guy was punching out Nazis four years before the war in Europe had officially began.

'Come.' A voice tired not with age but weariness called out. Coulson opened aad went inside. 'Just put the work on the table Mike. Don't know why we bother anymore, the damn internet spoon-feeds these kids…' the man at the desk in the middle of the room stopped and scowled. 'You're not Professor Walker.'

'No. My name is Agent Coulson.' He straightened as the scowl depend. 'I'm with the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Devision.'

The much older man, that still looked about sixty despite his actual age, grunted and lent back. 'You mean that lot that set themselves up from the old Scientific Strategic Reserve back in the forties, S.H.I.E.L.D. isn't it?'

'Yes sir.'

'Well, like I told that Agent Carter back then, and her old boss, Phillips wasn't it?, I'm not interested. I did my time.'

Coulson resisted looking around, still his training had kicked in and he already had a mesure of the lay out. The room was covered in books, research papers and discarded notes. Not messy though, just busy. There was large bay window to one side that was the only other way out, between Coulson and it was another table and a very important hatstand. 'I understand that.' the Agent said. 'And I'm not asking you to do any more. However you have to understand the world is changing…'

That got him a laugh as the professor lent back in his chair. 'When you've been around as long as I have boy you'll know the world is always changing. Sometimes for the better and sometimes for the worse.'

'That's why we need you, as a consultant. Your expertise in ancient cultures is nothing compared to your experience in the field.'

'Still not interested.'

This was going badly, but coulson still had a card to play. 'We found the Tesseract.' It was still classified but this man was worth it.

'The Tesser… impossible!'

'No. It was responsible for the recent, event in New York.' Again highly classified but Coulson had clearance, if he could get this man on board so would he. 'You know the sort of stuff that could still be out there better than anyone else. We need you. Not in the field, just as a consultant.' There was the hook. It might take a while to reel him in but the legend would be a valuable resource. Either in the field or on the end of a phone.

The much older man stood up and headed to one of his stacks pulling a stool he hopped up with a speed that showed he was still in shape. The book he pulled from the shelf had Asguard runes on the cover. He was obviously beginning research.

Again hiding a smile Coulson pulled out a S.H.I.E.L.D. communicator, one hardwired to his teams frequency. 'Professor Jones, I'm sure you'll like some time to think on my offer. You can contact me through this, it's fairly simple to use.'

He looked up. 'I'm sure it is. Now you'll have to excuse me, I've got students papers to review and a great deal of research ahead of me.'

'I understand.' Coulson nodded and turned to leave.

'Oh and Agent?'

'Yes?'

'Call me Indy.'

End The Professor