An hour later Coulson is in a control room monitoring Stark in Monaco when all hell breaks loose.
"Romanoff here! Sir, we've got a situation."
"Stark behaving badly again?"
"No sir. There's a pissed off guy with whips powered by what looks like an arc reactor."
"Come again Agent?"
The techs already have the satellites aimed at the scene and Coulson can't believe what's unfolding before his eyes. He snaps his fingers at another tech to route the feed to Fury's desk.
SHEILD watches as Stark in the Iron Man suit and the whip wielding guy battle. It's over in minutes and the guy is on the ground.
"Sir?" Romanoff questions. "Coulson!" she hisses as loud as she can without being overheard by the mass of people huddle by the window watching the scene.
"Fall back Agent Romanoff." Fury's voice booms over the comm link. "Maintain your cover until further instructions. I want to see what happens."
Natasha opens her mouth, but no words come out. See what happens? See what happens? "Дрисня. "She swears to herself in Russian and wonders if Fury has finally lost his mind.
It's lunch time at the LA base and the mess hall full of agents and support personnel. Fury and Coulson walk in, quietly discussing what to tell the council about the Monaco incident. Barton is still sitting at the same table as before, reading a book. Fury notices him.
"What the hell is Barton doing here?" he barked at Coulson.
Clint looked up, trying to look as innocent as possible. Trying.
"I called him in, Sir. Thought we could use another set of eyes on the situation."
"Good thinking." Fury said gruffly and strode a way.
Barton knew better than to open his mouth.
"Get your ass over to Medical and get cleared. We might actually need you over the next 36 hours."
"Yes Sir!" Barton overdid the military style sir just a little.
Coulson ignored it a walked away.
Maybe LA is going to fun after all, Clint thought to himself.