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Authors Note: Marvel Movieverse, Agent Coulson/Steve Rogers pairing (AgentAmerica?). This is the first time I write something, so please don't be harsh, lovely readers. English isn't my native language, sorry for any misuse of words and etc. Constructive criticism, tips, ideas and reviews are welcomed. Also, it started as a one-shot, but it may have more chapters. Anyways, hope you enjoy it.
Prologue
Philip Coulson, composing part of the S.H.I.E.L.D organization, was a tough, supportive and strong agent. But he wasn't always an agent, always so tough, so supportive and strong. Like every human being, he once was a kid, too. Maybe he never really stopped being one on the first place, but at least on the exterior the infantile look had gone away.
When he was just a young boy, Phil remembers he used to play with his toys, most of the times alone. He remembers how it was awful to not have a dad - not that he didn't love his mother, but the figure of a father was something necessary for a kid his age. He remembers the first time he got stung by a bee, how it hurt, the first time he scratched his knee, first day of school, first day of snow, and so many other memories of his childhood. But there was one memory he cherished the most: his first Captain America comic-book. After identifying with Steve Rogers' lack of physical strength, and later gain of powers that made him as strong on the outside as he was on the inside, the little Coulson boy realized he had found the person to look forward to, his Hero.
Lots of aspects from his life were influenced by Captain Steve Rogers: being an honest and gentle man, defendant of the things that are right, listing himself to defend his country, and even his job at S.H.I.E.L.D. And, because of this job, he would finally be meeting his childhood hero, the one man Coulson would always be faithful to, love unconditionally and irrevocably. The only one he could truly say "I love you" without any regrets.
The doors of the Recovery Area opened, and as breaths of air couldn't quite fill the agent's lungs, he saw the man he yearned so much for, lying on the bed, close as he ever thought he would be. "Hello Cap" was all that Coulson could whisper.