NOTES: Good morning, readers! It's a Coulson day today. Enjoy!
Tray
Coulson walked into the infirmary with a tray containing a covered dish. Clint, who had taken a bullet to the abdomen the day before tried to sit up only to wince and stay put. "Please tell me you smuggled in some good stuff."
"Definitely good stuff," Phil answered. He set the tray down on the small, rolling table that stretched over Barton's bed and lifted the lid with a flourish.
Clint moaned at the sight. "I can barely move, and now you're going to force feed me only vegetables?"
"Next time don't get shot and I'll find you a cheeseburger."
Doughnut
Vending machine doughnuts became a coping mechanism for him. When the world grows a little too crazy, he calms himself by treating his sweet tooth. Granted over the years, the situations have become more intense, but he tries not to think about that too much or else he'll replace the doughnuts with a bottle from Natasha's vodka stash. He knows it's going to be a bad day whenever he walks into a meeting with Fury and Hill and both of them are holding the tiny packages out for him to choose between chocolate and powdered sugar. Usually he eats both.
Number
He's used to his assets going AWOL on him. Well, maybe not "used to", but he knows how to handle it. They get 36 hours to make some kind of contact with him before he passes word up the chain of command that something may have happened. At 48 hours he starts running down leads in earnest and putting out feelers to networks to see what may have happened. At 72 hours, he starts to grow concerned. And if you are holding one of his agents hostage, then you'd better let them go because a concerned Phil Coulson is terrifying.
Epidemic
He can always tell when Tony Stark has been invited to SHIELD headquarters to consult. There's a buzz around the place with junior agents whispering to each other and some even having the gall to giggle briefly in anticipation. They have obviously never met the man. Phil resists the urge to roll his eyes at the childishness. They haveno clue what a complete pain in the ass Stark was to deal with. And what makes it even worse is the fact that Fury is right: Iron Man would be essential to the team. Good luck getting him without Tony.
Entrance
He loves making an entrance, especially when it's up to him to save the day or rescue an agent. Coulson comes sweeping in the door in his impeccable suit that doesn't have a speck of dirt nor wrinkle. In his hands is an oversized firearm and his eyes are covered by sunglasses. Yes, even at night. He relishes that moment of shock from villains' faces that a meek mannered man like him was able to bypass their security. He then begins the task of politely requesting that he give them back what's his or things will go badly for them.