One Sketch At A Time

Chapter 15: Melinda & Coulson

      (Coulson)

      Phil woke up to May pushing herself off his chest and pulling the blanket off them. He yawned, rubbed his eyes, and glanced at the clock. 4:47

     "You okay?" He gently asked her, watching May wince as she swung her legs off the couch.

     "Yeah. Can't go back to sleep now. I usually get up this early for Tai Chi anyway." She whispered. May leaned back, and something caught her eye. She reached onto the desk, and grabbed the notepad. She sighed with annoyance, and passed it to Coulson.

     Amelia had obviously  quick sketched them together on the couch last night. It was still irritatingly well drawn. He saw May stand up, and was about to tell her that she shouldn't be standing, but knew it wouldn't make any difference. May was strong.

     "I need a new bandage and a shower. You can go get the first aid kit while I get myself cleaned up." She limped off to the bathroom.

     He watched her stumble off, and when he was satisfied that she was okay, he put his suit coat back on and left the room. It was still dark outside, when he retrieved the kit from the car. 

     Coulson swiped the key card and came back. The shower was still running, and Amelia was up. "What's going on?" She asked.

    "May is up." He answered.

    "Oh." Amelia sat back down in the armchair that she had slept in. She stuffed her bandaged hand down the sleeve, and sat back.

    Several minutes later, May emerged from the bathroom. Her hair was damp and finger combed, and she swiped the kit and headed back. "Thanks!" She shut the door behind her. 

    "When will we get back?" Amelia asked Coulson.

    "About four more hours of driving, since Crise didn't think." Coulson answered.

    "Oh." Amelia looked pretty board.

     May appeared at his side, a new bandage wrapped around the still torn leggings from yesterday, and she didn't seem happy to still be in the same cloths. "What's the plan?" she asked.

     "You hungry? Last night, Daisy told me this place had a complementary free breakfast." He offered. 

     "Good. I'm starved." May limped back to the couch, where she put on her jacked and combat boots. 

     "Me too." Coulson agreed. Phil had realized that he hadn't eaten since lunch, two days ago, just before May was taken, and he had been to stressed to think about meals.

    He put his hand on May's shoulder, and glanced at Amelia, who was staring at him with horror. then he noticed that his artificial left hand was glowing. He took his hand off May, the light dimed, and it went away.

     "Your... your... hand was glowing..." Amelia stuttered.

     "Yeah, it does that sometimes." Coulson tried to dismiss the moment.

     "Why... was it... glowing?" She asked again.

     "It's robotic." He shrugged.

     "He lost his hand in a fight." May added. But Amelia was still a little spooked.

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     (Melinda)

     May was really irritated that Amelia was in her and Phil's charge. Breakfast was nice, and Daisy had told her about how Coulson hadn't eaten. Then she had chewed him out a little about starving himself, and luckily, he took it well. The team split up for breakfast, Daisy, Jemma, Fitz, and Amelia at one table, Yo-yo and Mack at another, May at one, and of course Phil joined her. They eavesdropped on Amelia and Daisy, who picked right up on their Philinda fangirling.

     "Sooooooo... did they do it?" Daisy asked.

     "What? Oh. The bed? No. The couch. They shared the couch." Amelia reported.

     "Awww." Daisy sighed with disappointment.

     "I think it was because I was there."

     "Ugh. I should have thought of that."

     "I felt like a child chaperone for two adults who are both glaring at us right now." Amelia nodded toward May and Coulson, who faked to not be listening, but still throwing them death stares. "The 'Philinda  Fan Club' is going to have to meet later. " Amelia joked to Daisy, who laughed.

     "Alright." Daisy agreed.

    "I just feel really bad, because remember how they told me not to draw them anymore? I disobeyed, and I drew them on the couch together - one handed, of course - last night." Amelia confessed.

     "I need that drawing." Daisy plotted.

     "We shouldn't meddle so much in their obvious relationship." Amelia smiled.

     "Like, I'm seriously waiting for them to kiss." Daisy and Amelia talked more to Coulson and May than to each other.

     "Well..." Amelia grinned.

     "What?" Daisy asked with anticipation.

     "Yesterday, when we were in the H.Y.D.R.A. base, Coulson didn't want to leave May at one point. They argued for like, two minutes, before May  kissed him, 'To shut him up', as I quote her."

     "Yeeesssss!" Daisy mini cheered.

     "They are still glaring at us." Amelia warned.

     "So?"

     "Could I ride with you guys today? I think I would be less board with you than sitting in silence." Amelia asked.

     "Sure!" Daisy agreed.

     May sighed with relief. they weren't babysitting Amelia anymore. Even though it technically wasn't babysitting.

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