I'm Iron Man, And I'm Agent Coulson

Chapter 35 The Helicarrier

We pulled into the building, and parked in the garage, while my stomach churned with trepidation, the closer we got to our destination.
In the last forty eight hours we had another Asgardian god show up and take the Tesseract, which begged the question 'was Thor really dead', we lost Barton, and Fury okayed the Initiative, but it was more than that, and Loki's words reared, sending more anguish through my body.
The team he assembled would either save the world, or explode, taking us with them, but fighting a god, and whatever magic he held in his hands, I wasn't sure if we'd be enough.
Plus, I had confessed a rather large piece of information to Coulson, something I hadn't planned to tell anyone, but he didn't react the way I expected him to. He actually didn't seem surprised or worried, which sent my mind in all kinds of different directions. I was still having a hard time processing what was happening around us, but our dire mission demanded my attention, all of it.

I shook my head hoping it would clear my worry and reached for the door.

"Wait," Phil declared, before I opened my door.
"What is it?" I returned, turning back towards him.
"Who knows when we'll be back home, but I enjoyed waking up next to you," he added, slowly putting his hands over my cheeks and kissing me.

I giggled into his mouth, but he was right, though. We were on a mission like no one had seen before.
We were up against a god who had a cube with unlimited power, and undiscovered possibilities. So I gave myself up to this kiss, putting everything I felt into it. My fear, my need, and everything I felt for him. It had happened so quickly, and when I looked back, I saw the moments that all led to this point. Our first meeting, our first dance, my drunk dial, his training, the incident with Thor in New Mexico, and sleeping together for the first time.
Phillip Coulson was calm, cool, and always collected. He had a sense of humor, and constantly made me laugh, which was a big part of my attraction to him, along with his grey eyes, his t-shirts and black leather jacket.
He was so different than Tony. I just hoped the pieces of my heart would sooner or later come together.
They had to right?
But my focus began to shift away from the sandy haired man holding me, to the dark path up a ahead. My mind and body began twitching with angst, internally whimpering as the vile words from Loki reverberated through my mind.

"Please, just be careful," he whispered against my lips, kissing me one last time before letting me go and opening his door.
"Yes sir," I replied, opening my door and following him into headquarters.

30 Minutes Later

"Captain Rogers, you've met Agent (y/f/n)," Agent Coulson announced, formally introducing me to Captain Steve Rogers as we climbed on board the stealth jet.
"Sir, as always it's an honor," I cajoled, shaking his outstretched hand. Captain Rogers seemed to be more adjusted than his file let on, and more at ease with himself, along with his surroundings, Plus, he was still pretty handsome in his beige slacks, and brown leather jacket.

"I remember you," he replied, smiling, almost changing his pensive features, to something more handsome.

I groaned, "believe me Cap, it wasn't my idea, and if you would of given me a chance to explain, before you ran off, but...I'm glad you didn't try to kill me, I would of hated to put an old man back in the hospital," I babbled, taking a seat across from him and buckled up, as Coulson snickered, "also, I'm just not the dress wearing kind of girl, but you probably realized that, I was so uncomfortable."

"Uh, sorry, but no worries agent, and I'm not that old," Cap replied through a smirk, and took the files from Phil's outstretched hand, before finally sitting down.
I casually looked over the Captain again, as he opened the files and poured over them, a little taken aback that I was only three feet away from an American hero, one long thought dead over seventy years ago, but he exuded everything I'd read about him.
His relaxed poise, and concentration exuded off him, and made me a little glad he didn't seem to be suffering like Fury thought him to be.
Phil sat up front next to the pilot, preparing the plane for takeoff, giving me time to get comfortable with the Captain, which I appreciated, cause the silence was making my anxiety worse.