DIRECTOR COULSON TOOK a sip of his coffee without even tasting it and set it down on the little café table. He was in the optimal spot for observing the subject—in the corner, his back to the wall. He had a perfect view of the seating area outside, and anyone looking in wouldn't be able to see him, at least, not at first. He was wearing a simple suit and tie, as well as carrying a hard-shelled briefcase. It was the most he could do to blend in, as he couldn't go around without his gear, and the heat and humidity of a San Francisco spring was nearly killing him. Under usual circumstances, he himself would never have gone out into the field—but Daisy had insisted on him, and Coulson seemed to have a gift when it came to "special cases". Plus, he had secretly been itching to get out again. He never took his eyes off of the couple at the table outside, sipping iced lattes under the shade of a café umbrella.
The girl was just like the picture Skye had supplied: curly blonde hair, deeply tanned skin, about five and a half feet tall and surprisingly muscled for a teenager. Her eyes were a clear bluish-gray color, although they might have just appeared bluish because of the sky, which didn't have a single cloud as far as Coulson could see. She was entirely at ease with the boy at the other side of the table, laughing and talking lightheartedly. He was glad to observe her, for now. He hated to have to disturb them.
The girl reached across the table to hit her boyfriend on the shoulder. Coulson nearly laughed himself. The two seemed to go together as much as Fitz and Simmons did. As missions went, this one wasn't so bad. The boy had messy black hair and was wearing a faded orange t-shirt, and the girl's was a deep purple with the letters SPQR. An easy way to spot the two in a crowd, if he were to ever lose them. Both wore colorful clay bead necklaces, perhaps made at a summer camp. Camp counselors? They seemed like they would be the type.
After about ten more minutes, the teens cleared their table and threw out their trash. Coulson hung back for a moment, then got up to follow them at a respectable distance. They walked hand in hand down the sidewalk, talking quietly. He pushed the café door open and walked out into the warm air and sunlight, pulling out a pair of sunglasses and balancing them on his nose. He wished he could sit and enjoy it for a while, as he had never really gotten a tropical island vacation, but he was in the field, of course, and had to detail these teenagers. The girl everyone had been so uptight about seemed normal enough. But then again, they all did. Coulson had too much experience with these types of things to dwell on normality.
They rounded a street corner, and Coulson sped up just a bit, wishing he had Lola with him—a flying red Corvette would be nice right now—but he wanted to remain inconspicuous. By the time he went around the bend in the sidewalk, they could have ducked into a store or something—but no, there they were, walking together just a little ways in front of him. They paused for a moment at the end of the block to purchase candied nuts from a truck vendor, and they were on their way again.
They didn't seem to have much of a purpose for walking around, although, he supposed, that's what a date was all about. He thought about all of those things Skye had said were true—about seven different potential criminal involvement cases, most of which her boyfriend was also a part of in some way. He felt like he was reliving Skye's—no, Daisy's origin story. They seemed like the epitome of well-behaved, if reckless, college kids.
They weaved through the streets on the sidewalks, stopping here and there to look in store windows and to discard their empty napkins in the trash bins, and all the while Coulson followed casually. He made sure to blend in, taking note of everything the two did. He got a little suspicious when they started leaning together and whispering, but he could never have gotten close enough to know what about, so he ignored it. He wasn't going to confront the girl yet, anyways.
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The Hidden Son (Percy Jackson / Marvel's Agents of SHIELD Crossover)
Fiksi Penggemar"What are you guys, some sort of alien hunters?" Coulson supposed that a real gun wouldn't work on...whatever these things were, but... "Alien hunters?" grunted the blonde, ducking a swipe from her attacker. She whipped around and smashed...
