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Rule: 10
Personal time between Agent Coulson and his coffee must not be disturbed.
"Dumb-Asses blew up my office again!"
Export From Official Report Of Director Fury.
The coffee was steaming and warm, the steam rising up in thin curls, and the rich scent of vanilla was carried on the steam that was floating from the cup that held the amber liquid.
Coulson lifted the cup to his lips and took a sip, a small noise of satisfaction escaping his mouth as the fresh coffee ran down his throat.
Coulson took another drink, and another, and leaned back in his chair, enjoying the rejuvenating effects of the brew.
He was truly at peace at this moment, as he was being transitioned from the drowsiness that followed waking up, into the alertness that manifested when he imbibed the brown fluid.
Peaceful, tranquil...a huge crash echoed just outside his office.
Coulson blinked once, and returned his attention to his coffee, expecting some other agent to deal with what had sounded like a wall collapsing.
No such luck.
"Agent Coulson, sir?" someone called from outside, "We require your assistance, please?" It was one of the rookies, which could probably explain the wall.
"What do you require assistance with?" Coulson called back.
"We may have accidently blew up Director Fury's office." The rookie paused before hurriedly continuing, "It was an accident Sir, a we launched a small missile durning training by mistake."
Reluctantly, Coulson exited his own intact office, leaving the coffee sitting forlornly on his desk.
He sorted the whole mess out in a shockingly short time, after all, Fury's office had been blown up before.
Thank goodness Fury wasn't in the office this time.
Coulson returned to his desk, picked up his cup, and returned to harmonious setting he had been previously immersed in.
Five minutes later, a bedraggled Hill came bursting through his door, carrying a titanic folder of papers.
"Something's come up Phil, I have to go." she said, placing the behemoth folder on the desk. "Can you file this for me?" She asked.
"They have to be given to Fury right away." Without waiting for an answer, Hill ran out, leaving Coulson alone with his rapidly cooling coffee and a giant stack of priority one forms.
Coulson's coffee was lukewarm by the time he had finished filing everything. He had only drunk half of his cup, and he did not receive the same effect that he would usually get from drinking a whole cup. As a result, he nearly fell asleep on his way to Fury.
His coffee was quite cold by the time he had actually filed the papers.
Coulson was irritated, drowsy, and did not want to make the journey to get a fresh cup.
So he sat down at his desk, tasking sips of the stone-cold coffee.
The very next moment, Fury came through the door, "Coulson, one of these forms is not filed correctly." he announced.
Coulson promptly flipped his desk, "I don't care!" he yelled in frustration, as the remainder of his coffee splattered everywhere.
Stepping over the upturned desk, he marched out the door, past Fury, down the hallway, and into the nearest cafeteria. Everyone turned to look at him in shock, as he stomped across the room, and to the line of coffee makers on the far left shelves.
Reaching out, he ripped one of the coffee makers from its place along the wall, cradling it possessively in his arms, he walked back out, and reentered his office.
Fury watched as Coulson installed the coffee machine with a feral look in his eye, as soon as Coulson was finished, he flipped the P.A system on.
"Bring me some creamer and sugar cubes S.A.T !" he bellowed over the intercom.
A terrified rookie brought in the requested items. Coulson made his coffee, and sat happily on the floor to drink it.
Fury left briefly to assure the rest of the base that Coulson was in fact, not suffering a mental breakdown.
In his absence, Coulson hit the intercom again. "Clint!" he called, "Come down here."
Clint reported to Coulson's office via air vents. "Sir?" he greeted.
"Stand outside with your bow, shoot anybody who tries to come in." Coulson ordered, as he stirred his coffee.
When Fury came back, he found a very confused Clint standing guard at Phil's office.
But that wasn't the end of it, for the next two months, Coulson posted guards outside his door in the mornings, to deter anyone from interrupting him, while he prepared and consumed his coffee.
Fury was forced to intervene when someone was shot in the kneecap.
But Coulson had proved his point very well.
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