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"i heard you broke the perimeter."
i continued slamming my sledgehammer into the wall, expanding the hole we created. my dad drilled into the floor with a jackhammer. he changed the wiring, dropping electrical cords through the hole in the ceiling. i dropped my sledgehammer as i finished breaking the wall.
"nice to see you, coulson," i gave him a two-fingered salute.
i picked up a wrench and tightened the bolts around the giant pipes.
"uh, yeah," my dad answered coulson's accusation. "that was like, three years ago. where you been?"
"i was doing some stuff," coulson muttered.
"yeah, well, me too and it worked," my dad said. he grabbed a level and placed it on one of the pipes. "hey, i'm playing for the home team coulson, you and all your fabulous furry freak brothers. now, are you gonna let me work or break my balls?"
coulson lifted a slightly domed-shaped thing out of the box. "what's this doing here?"
"that's it," my dad snapped his fingers. "bring that to me."
"you know what this is?"
"it's exactly what i need to make this work. lift the coil. go, go. put your knees into it," my dad said. "minnie, come help him."
"on it," i said, dropping the wrench.
i stood on the other side of coulson, and helped him lift the coil a couple of inches.
my dad nodded to himself and placed it under the coil, "there you go. and... drop it. drop it."
i dropped the coil, and checked out the level, "perfectly level," i muttered out loud.
"okay, i'm busy. what do you want?" my dad asked coulson, looking up at him.
"excuse me," i stepped into the conversation. "i'm right here."
"i'm sorry," my dad said to me, though he didn't sound sorry, "we're busy. what do you want?"
"nothing," agent coulson shook his head. "goodbye. i've been reassigned. director fury wants me in new mexico."
