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Coulson's POV

He waited just outside of medical for Barton to be done. It wasn't typical that a doctor would ask to talk to Barton alone. Most of them didn't feel comfortable around the ex-killer for hire. The only one that did was Panov who was used to the younger man.

Banks was neutral in how he treated those who came into his office. He treated all patients the same. It didn't matter if you were an field agent or an intel agent. He even treated Fury who left swearing like a sailor to many of the watching agents amusement. Phil was curious to find out what Banks wanted with the young agent.

Muffled yelling could be heard from back towards the rooms. It made Phil's hackles raise. Raised voices when it came to Barton never ended well. If this brought Delta forward this would not end well.

Phil could try to talk Delta down but there was no guarantee. Panov had more trust built than Phil did. Clint tended to talk to the man more than he did with Phil.

While the agent in him knew it would take time to build trust. He had hoped that he wouldn't start at the bottom. Delta had come after him in order to save both Phil and Gordon Webb.

He knew from speaking to Panov that Barton would only go after those he had chosen to call his own. Delta could take orders but more often than not would only obey them if it was in line with his own ideas. Plans made by Delta had the chance of bodily harm inflicted upon those who followed them. Though the plan was usually what made sure everyone returned. They might be injured but they would be alive. Not all could say the same.

Phil turned to so that he could look down the hall. He wasn't surprised to see Barton exit his room. What did surprise him was the way the younger held himself. It was not Barton that had come out of the room. Instead it was Delta.

He growled to the nurses, "Get down. Whatever you do, don't touch him when he comes out. Someone get ahold of Panov."

Phil cursed the doctor internally. Whatever the doctor had done brought out one of the most dangerous killers in the building. When this was over he was going to strangle Banks.

The nurses including the cocky one from earlier hid. No one wanted to be in the line of fire. As it was Phil had the best shot at talking down the man until Panov arrived.

It didn't take long for Delta to make his way down the hall. Grey eyes met hazel. They held just barely a hint of blue. Clint Barton had been pushed all the way to the recesses of his mind. Even when he first met Delta it wasn't this bad. It was no wonder that his men feared him.

Delta snarled, "Move. I do not wish to kill but I will if I have to."

Phil held out his hands palms up to show that he was not a threat. He didn't even have his sidearm with him. Like after each mission he checked it in and would pick it up after his psych evaluation.

Delta's grey eyes watched each and every movement. There was a cold look in them. It was obvious that he didn't trust Phil.

Phil tried to reason, "Delta, it's Phil Coulson. You rescued myself and Almanac. I brought you into SHIELD."

Grey eyes were not meeting his hazel ones now. They were scanning the room. He was trying to find the best way out.

Delta said his eyes stopping on the door just over Phil's shoulder, "What do you want, Coulson? I am leaving this room whether you want me to or not."

Grey eyes shot over to where the nurses were hiding. Something flashed in those eyes. What had he seen?

Phil glanced at the area and saw the cocky nurse from before. She was sneering at Delta and one hand was hidden. Was this woman insane? She was going to get them all killed at that rate.

Then grey eyes shot back towards the door over Phil's shoulder. Phil didn't even hear the door open. Surprise filled him. He didn't know that the doctor knew how to that quiet. However he didnt let the surprise show on his face.

Panov's quiet voice came from behind him, "Clint look at me. Look at me, agent."

Grey eyes moved from Phil to the doctor. The tension in the man's shoulder ebbated slightly but he didn't move. Delta was still there and was ready to fight his way out.

Panov ordered firmly, "Nurses behind the desk, move slowly towards the door. Don't make any sudden movements."

Phil moved to the right so that he was in between the nurses and Delta. His back was out to them and it allowed the doctor to move closer. Panov didn't move from his position by the door. He wasn't directly in front of it but close enough.

Delta said barring his teeth at the two men, "Let me leave, doctor."

Both he and Delta noticed the nurses leaving. The cocky one growled at him when he said that. Then she was gone. Phil was going to need to talk to Fury about her. If this was anyone else she would have died. Even now he wasn't completely sure that Delta wouldn't kill her.

Once she was completely gone he returned his attention fully to the doctor and Delta. It took a moment for him to see the silent battle between them. Panov was trying to diffuse the situation. Phil could only stand there and watch. He was neither a psychiatrist or any other kind of doctor. This was well beyond any sort of training that he had.

Shoulders slowly began to slump and the tension began abate. Grey faded slowly into blue. It was then that he stumbled forward.

Panov said his eyes gentling, "There we go. Clint what happened?"

Blue grey eyes searched around the room, almost like he was surprised that he was there. Phil moved closer to his agent but the younger man stepped back. There was a sense of wariness from the young man.

Then Barton looked back to the doctor. He answered his voice hoarse, "Alpha. Bravo. Charlie. Delta. Echo. Foxtrot. Gamma."

Panov and Phil shared a frown. What did Medusa have to do with this? The abandoned black ops group was no more. The few remnants were scattered over the world. Yet his instincts told him not to dismiss what his agent was saying. There had to be a reason for Barton to react the way he did.

Panov asked his voice neutral, "What about Medusa? What do they have to do this?"

Bank voice came answering the question, "That would be my fault. My brother was a Medusa operative. If it wasn't for Agent Barton here, my brother would have died. Our family would not have had a body to bury."

Phil asked his eyes hardening with anger, "What did you do, Banks?"

"I was invited to a wedding of Charlie of Century Team 3. That mission was terrible. I almost lost Echo and Gamma to gunfire. The scar on my side was from a mine. It was a miracle that any of us survived."

Phil winced. Clint went through many missions like that. When he went on a mission with his men he didn't expect to come back. The young man lived every moment with expectation that it would be his last.

Panov's hazel eyes blinked in surprise. Then he said moving closer to the young man, "Let's take this to my office, Agent Barton. Come."

For a moment Phil thought the other would refuse. Then to his surprise the blond nodded. He moved closer to the doctor and met Phil's eyes. An unidentified emotion filled the blue grey eyes. Then they were gone.