"Shield's Reclaimed"

AN: My muse's reaction to Bobbi and Hunter's exit from AOS. While I look forward to their new show, I will miss them interacting with Shield and their characters. This story is a way to accomplish just that. It is AU because I seriously doubt Marvel's powers at be to go into the same direction I plan to. This story will contain most of our beloved AOS characters. It is rated T to begin with. I may change to M. Not sure yet. Bobbi/Hunter pairing. Skye will be a primary character in this one too.

Below is the prologue so its short.

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CH 1 Prologue

"Coulson and Lola"

The red and white Corvette sparkled in the California sunshine as Phil Coulson drove up the winding highway road towards the beach. After spending more time than not either cooped up in his office, in a meeting or on a plane, he could already feel his blood pressure lowering. While he was going to his particular destination for a reason, he had cleared his schedule to be free the entire day if necessary. Only a handful of people knew of his plan and of who he was trying to recruit to carry it out. The United States President, Commander Talbot and Melinda May were aware. The first two giving reluctant approval. The latter giving him her unwavering loyalty and support. All too soon he reached his destination. Coulson pulled off the highway and into a fairly busy parking lot. Finding an empty parking slot, Phil Coulson parked and got out of his vehicle. He adjusted his sunglasses as he started down the well-traveled path to the public beach.

He had dressed the part to blend into the public enjoying a day at the shore. It would not do for him to show up in his typical suit and dress shirt. He put his car keys in his kaki cargo shorts and scanned the beach for his targets. He knew their routine. He had kept tabs on them for a year and a half thereabouts. Maybe they knew that. Maybe they did not. It seemed a lifetime ago they had even made eye contact with each other. When they parted, Phil Coulson had felt it was not the last he would see them though.

Seabirds dove down and up catching pieces of bread thrown by children. A Volleyball game was going on near the pier. Coulson bypassed both walking further up the shore past a trio of families playing with young children at the water's edge. He saw surfers riding their boards waiting for the perfect wave. He stared at them for a moment then made his way to the lifeguard tower.

"Your legs are as white as a baby's butt," the lifeguard remarked in a British accent. "Not getting your vitamin D Coulson?" the lifeguard jabbed keeping his eyes on the ocean waves he was guarding from his tower.

"Not say that I have had a lot of down time as of late Hunter," Phil Coulson looked up at his former agent shielding his eyes from the sun as he stared at his former colleague at Shield. "Not to mention I don't pull the California look off as well as you do. But today seemed like a good day to get out into the sunshine. Beautiful day."

"Social call then mate?" the lifeguard asked blowing his whistle at a couple of teenagers roughhousing around some little children picking up sea shells very close to the water.

"Maybe..." Phil Coulson said cryptically. "Bobbi nearby?" the director of Shield asked politely. "I know your shift is over in five minutes."

"I won't even ask how you knew that," Lance spoke with amused irritation. "Thanks for getting that tail off of us in Savannah mate."

Phil Coulson merely nodded scanning the beach and water leaning against the lifeguard stand.

"Bob, should be here momentarily," Lance told her. "She signaled me when she spotted you coming down to the beach. We just got to wait for her to catch a good wave."

Phil Coulson knew he should not be surprised. He kept his face impassive as he looked in the direction of Hunter's pointing finger. A long surfer was getting on her board setting herself up to ride a giant wave. He recognized the stance immediately. He never knew that Mockingbird was a surfer.

"Can we meet? Say at that beach bar you frequent four nights a week?" Phil asked suppressing a smirk as Lance Hunter's eyes widened.

"You buying first round and I think we can meet you there," Lance remarked surprised but not surprised how much Phil Coulson seemed to know about his daily life it seemed. The former spy had suspected a friendly shadow for the first nine months after leaving Shield. But since arriving and settling in San Diego, it had been quiet. There seemed to be no threats or friendlies. He had joked with Bobbi that Hydra must not like sand in their underpants.

"See you in an hour then," Coulson spoke nodding at the woman who was walking out of the water holding a red surf board the color of his beloved Lola.

"This just has to work," Coulson thought to himself as he got into Lola and started the engine. A lot was riding on this. A lot was riding on Bobbi Morse and Lance Hunter.

He had recruited both into joining Shield when he resurrected it almost three and a half years back. Phil Coulson hoped he could do so again.