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"Show Me How"
"Like Hell. You can't keep him from me."
Puente Antiguo, New Mexico
Coulson scratched his head, looking up at the blue sky and feeling slightly uncomfortable with the four pairs of eyes watching his every move like a hawk. His team all stood in front of the SUV, decked out in combat gear, feeling helpless.
"Are we sure about this?" Fitz asked, slightly leaning into Ward, who nodded. "How is he supposed to conjure the Bifrost if he can't even remember how it's done?"
"That's the thing, Fitz." May spoke up, averting her head to the Brit who, along with Jemma and Ward, turned to look at her. "He does remember. Now, it's the matter of getting the gatekeeper to let him in."
"Heimdall, open the Bifrost." He commanded, yet his command went unanswered. This is a lot easier with the group behind me. He thought. "Seriously!" Coulson turned back to his team, throwing up his hands in defeat.
"What's the matter, Phil?" May asked as he approached them.
"I don't believe I'm going to be granted access." He answered, sadly.
"Sir, I'm sorry." Ward clapped a hand on the shorter man's shoulder. Coulson looked up at him with blurry eyes.
The comfort his team tried to give him didn't quench the heartache and frustration he felt as he tried to find some way to be with her. It felt like that damn mirror still separated them. He could almost feel the cold glass standing firmly against his back, refusing to let him turn around and see her. She was just on the other side of it – he was sure of it.
He could almost hear her distant whisper on the other side. Can't you see me, AC? I'm right… he heard her pause before feeling a hand on chest, directly over his heart. Here. Raising his hand to place over his heart, he took a deep breath. Come get me, AC. I know you can.
"Show me how, Skye." He whispered.
TBC...