For 1_The_Purple_Donkey_1
The SHIELD Osprey landed in the circular driveway of the house. Two med teams raced out, quickly triaged and then took over patient care. Phil Coulson turned away from the scene as he refused to view his two best friends being coded. He heard everything though, the medical jargon, 'He's taching along in V-Tach!' and he struggled to maintain his composure.
"Where are based you out of?" Phil asked the pilot, a small sprite of a woman that barely came up to his shoulders. It was instinctive, how much he trusted her because she reminded him of Melinda May.
"Small base about twenty miles away. We've got a trauma unit plus a small cybernetics team so you couldn't have picked a better right spot for this to happen. We'll take good care of them, sir," she assured Phil.
Felix Blake, you fucking bastard, you planned for his, Phil realized. You probably spent days correlating every SHIELD base that had what you thought we might need within a half hour of the beach.
"You better, as I'm tagging along for the ride," Phil insisted.
The pilot nodded her head.
"You'll have to sit up front with me," the pilot explained. Phil nodded while Trip walked over to him.
"I know where the base is, so I'll drive over after we clean up here," Trip promised. "I'll bring Winston?"
Phil nodded even as the Giant Schnauzer followed his pet to the Osprey. When the med team loaded Felix, the service dog attempted to get on the helicopter, and was shooed away by the team. He attempted again to sneak back onto the chopper and again was turned away. The third time he got smarter and tried to smoosh himself into appearing much smaller than he really was, perhaps fooling the unsuspecting souls who might confuse him with a small mammal, such as a squirrel, or an oddly colored chipmunk as opposed to a rather large salt and pepper Giant Schnauzer.
"Is that Blake's service dog? I saw the two of them at HQ one day." The pilot then asked, "If he can quietly sit in your lap, bring him. I've got a headset that might fit him, so we can protect his ears."
"I think I can sit in his lap instead?" Phil offered. He struggled to smile, realized that he wasn't sure if he'd be able to maintain his composure and instead whistled for Winston. It took some finagling (as Winston was a very big chipmunk after all) but soon they were secure. Phil clung to the dog for emotional support, as that was Winston's job.
John Garrett was loaded next and Phil still refused to look, because he didn't to remember them like that, being worked on.
"We're loaded," the pilot informed him. "When they give me the all clear, we'll lift off. We've got two teams ready for them."
The sky was incredibly blue, and it almost matched the blue perfection of the ocean. The waves crashed on the shore, and John Garrett exhaled loudly. It was a perfect day to do just about anything, including take a nap. He was exhausted, and so he closed his eyes.
Until some rude soul dripped water on him.
"Seriously? What are you doing here?" stated an all too familiar voice. Really, there was only one man that could put that much irritation into a simple question.
John opened his eyes and stared at Felix Blake. "Blakey, what the fuck are you doing here?"
Felix Blake tilted his head and just looked at Garrett in that exasperating, 'Are you really that stupid, Garrett?' manner.
"No," John Garrett protested. He quickly stood up and knocked over a drink with an umbrella he didn't remember ordering.
"If I'm stuck with John for all eternity, I am demanding A REFUND," Felix Blake loudly announced to the celestial concierge, who decided not to answer him.
"I think my father would be rather disappointed, as this isn't his idea of heaven," admitted John.
"What makes you think this is heaven?" Blake asked. "It looks more like…."
The two men looked at each in true horror and an overwhelming sense of terror.
"TAHITI," they both stated. "IT'S A MAGICAL PLACE."