Marvel Imagines From DeviantArt (Requests Closed)

Clearance (Agent Coulson)

His first name is agent! Get it? Ahahahahah I'm so smart

I'm sorry guys, I was out for 3 days and you didn't get any one shots...so I'll be double updating today ;3

Requested by @Darkblud
Hope you like it! :-D
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You walked through the halls of the Helicarrier as fast as you could while doing your best to see over the large stack of files and other papers in your arms.

You let out a gasp as you collided with someone and stumbled backwards, papers scattering across the floor as they tumbled from your arms.

You groaned, getting down on your knees as you began collecting the files and documents once more, doing your best to arrange them into something resembling their previous order.

"Sorry ma'am, my mistake." a soft voice spoke and you glanced up into the kind face of the man you recognized as Agent Phil Coulson- one of S.H.I.E.L.D's finest.

You sighed ruefully as you turned back to the task at hand, forcing a smile, "It was an accident sure, it could have happened to anyone."

He smiled kindly as he knelt down and began picking up some of the other papers and files, handing them to you politely.

"Thank you sir." you said softly, taking the sheaves of papers and adding them to your own thickening pile.

"Call me Phil." the agent replied with a friendly smile, "You're Agent [l/n], right?"

You looked up, hoping he didn't notice your obvious surprise. The Phil Coulson knew your name? You nodded, feeling slightly flustered as you continued to collect the scattered papers.

Phil picked up a file and regarded it, forehead creasing slightly as he looked at you, "Are you sure you have high enough clearance to be working with these files?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow.

You frowned, taking the file and examining it briefly before tucking into the growing pile next to you, "I can assure you sir- I mean Phil- I have high enough clearance to transfer the files. I don't really read them or anything anyways, just make sure they get to the right places at the right times." you replied, feeling rather sheepish.

"If you say so." Phil chuckles softly, handing you the last of the files before straightening and offering you a hand up. You smile and gather up your pile of papers once more before taking it. His hand was surprisingly warm and soft and you felt your cheeks tinge pink. If Phil noticed he didn't say anything, just smiled slightly.

Suddenly there was a massive explosion and you yelped in shock as the Helicarrier lurched violently to the side, sending you sprawling against Phil. He caught your arms to keep you from falling to the deck and your papers scattered again.

You flushed crimson despite the situation when another explosion sent you flying. You let out a cry as your back slammed against the wall, pain lashing through you like a crack of a whip as your vision went blurry, heat searing your skin.

"[y/n]!" you heard Phil yell above the ringing in your ears. You could barely see past the black spots that had filled your vision.

There was a deafening screeching sound of metal ripping and air tugged roughly at your body, plastering your clothes against your body. A roaring sound filled your ears and for an instant you felt weightless as you made a desperate grab for something, anything to hold onto. You felt a rough edge of metal and clung to it.

Sharp metal bit into your fingers and you felt warm blood trickling down your arm as your vision began to clear. You wished it hadn't.

You were suspended thousands of feet in the air, clinging to what was left of the outer shell of the Helicarrier where the explosion had caused part of the hull to shear away. The air tugged relentless at your body, trying to pull you from your precarious position.