And Then I Wrote Marvel

Happy Birthday, I Guess? (dad!Phil Coulson x Reader)

If any of y'all are reading Coulson Squared then this has some spoilers for my plans with love interests and storylines and such. Thanks @berryninjago for this prompt!

"You know *cough cough* most kids get money or something like that for their birthday. Not two in the gut."

"Birthday missions are usually so much more fun," you complained. "Like the time I went to Greece for my eighteenth birthday? Party. Oh, and when we went to Disneyland for my twenty-first birthday? Incredible. That wasn't really a mission, though."

"It kind of was. Fury classified it as a Level 7 excursion," your father said. "Just keep talking to us, okay? Fifteen more minutes is all I'm asking."

"I don't know if I have fifteen in me, but okay, whatever you want," you obliged.  "Let's see, what did I do for my nineteenth birthday?"

"Ten minutes until we land at the Lighthouse," May called back through the quinjet.

"Ten now? Wow, she's speeding," you remarked. "She doesn't generally do that unless it's an emergency."

"This is an emergency, (Y/N)," Daisy reminded you. "You're kind of bleeding out."

"Really? No way, I was too distracted by the blinding pain to notice the blood," you replied, a sarcastic edge to your voice.

"Tell us about your nineteenth birthday," Daisy said.

"That was a fun birthday," you recalled. "Got to explore the Grand Canyon right after we took care of Thor down in New Mexico. Shut down some supernatural artifact trading in Flagstaff. A good time all around."

"Did you go on a mission for your twentieth birthday, too?" Daisy asked.

"Absolutely. Maria and my dad had been sent on an undercover mission for reasons that I'm still not quite sure of--"

"I think Fury just wanted to have us show how undercover is best done," Phil said. "Paperwork included."

"That's nice, Dad. As I was saying, they were sent on an undercover mission, and I convinced Fury to send me along with them, acting as their daughter, which, I mean, wasn't too hard for me, considering I am actually my father's daughter," you mused. "I wish I could have seen 'Ria's face when she found out when I was going with them, though."

"It was spectacular," your father filled in. "She was incredibly frustrated."

"I love how she pretends to hate me. I don't think she'd be able to get on with her life if she found out that something awful happened to me."

"Keep her in mind, then, why don't you? Try not to die for us?" Daisy suggested.

"If you insist," you sighed. "Let's see, I already told you that I got to go to Disney for my twenty-first birthday. That was my last birthday before SHIELD revealed itself to be a cover for Hydra. My twenty-second birthday was when Trip finally caved and asked me out."

"You would not believe how long it took to convince him to do that," Daisy chuckled, readjusting her right arm, which was holding down a thick cloth over your bleeding abdomen.

You gasped involuntarily. "Wow, that stings!" you cried, your voice an octave higher than normal.

"Sorry," Daisy apologized, a sympathetic look on her face. "I know how bad being shot sucks."

"I'm just thinking, you know--" you coughed violently-- "most kids get money or something like that for their birthday. Not two in the gut."

"You're not really a kid anymore, (Y/N). You're twenty-five years old," Daisy pointed out.