A deep red stain appeared on Phil's stomach, the blood soaked into the agent's white shirt. Slowly the shirt turned the red of the blood, an unattractive color in Serephina's opinion. His head was slightly tilted to the side as Serephina dropped to the ground beside him. She raised her hands to do anything, but her fingers were shaking too much. She hadn't shaken like that in a long time, on her first mission she had suffered the same symptom. Since then, she had actually trained herself not to. Actually.
"Phil?" her voice trembled, only slightly, but she was trembling. She pulled back, somewhat hastily, his black jacket to get a better look at the wound. "Hey, little one.", she had never heard his voice so soft and weak. Phil wasn't weak, he shouldn't be. She pressed her hands, almost in panic, to the wound, which still wouldn't stop bleeding. "I'm sorry, little one," he whispered softly, raising his head to her again. The blood on his chin dripped, barely noticeably, onto her hand, which was pressed to his torso. The drip left a red line on her pale skin. "I need you to stay awake, okay? I've informed Nick." she just breathed, not daring to speak louder. Tears burned in her eyes and her throat tightened. "Serephina, listen to me.", Phil's voice sounded sterner again, yet she just shook her head and hardly dared to look at the man. She didn't want to see him die, not yet.
"The god got away. You have to tell the boss, okay?", the sternness had not left his voice, it was just quieter. Serephina shook her head slightly, Phil was one of her teachers. One of the few friends she had in this place. "It's not the time to die!" she replied softly, having to suppress a sob. She wasn't usually this emotional, with him it was something else. "It's okay.", they were words that sounded terrible to her from everyone. He couldn't be allowed to die. The dark red of blood had spread on her hand, warming her cool fingers. "My time is up, little one. I've prepared you well. Okay? Stay alive.", Phil's breathing had become more and more shallow and each word had become quieter and quieter. His last word, was no more than a breath, then fell silent. He blinked again faintly, then his gaze was lost.
Serephina sobbed softly and lowered her hands from the warm wound. He had stopped breathing. Nick's heavy footsteps reached her ears only muffled, as if she had been wrapped in absorbent cotton and shaken a few times so that she lost her orientation. She felt Nick pull her to her feet to turn her away from Phil. The dark-skinned man gently grabbed her by the shoulders and pressed her against his chest, she began to cry softly. Only for a few seconds, but she needed those seconds. The sobbing slowly died away and Serephina slightly detached herself from him. She wiped away the salty tears that had spread on her cheek with her sleeve in a distressful way. "Okay?" was all Nick asked her, to which she just nodded and took a quiet breath.
The Director then raised his hand to his commlink and began to speak as the paramedics finally entered the room, "Agent Coulson is dead.", a panicked voice replied, "A paramedic team is already on the way!". Nick sighed softly and looked to Serephina before replying, "They're already here. They confirmed.", with that Nick's hand sank again. Serephina watched silently as they placed Phil's body on the gurney and covered it before pushing him away. The older man sighed softly and then looked to the younger woman, with a nod of his head, he gestured for her to follow.
The ship was in chaos, agents everywhere began to work and repair the ship. Both agents didn't know if they had lost anyone else. Where the other heroes were, how Barton was doing or if Thor was still alive. It was a terrible situation.