Agents Of SHIELD Imagines

Phil and Melinda

Sorry again for another request not fulfilled for a very long period of time but I hope you like it and this does it justice. I was thinking about it all night while struggling to sleep due to my undiagnosed illness for the last 4/5 months but hopefully you enjoy the read! :)

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"Coulson."

"May."

"May"

"Coulson"

"Coulson"

"May"

"Everyday guys! You pass each other in the hallway and greet each other the same way. The sexual tension is bubbling right now. Just kiss already!" Daisy cried out as she passed the pair.

Phil smirked a little as Melinda moved past him and continued towards her destination.

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"Phil..." Melinda cried out as he ran around the corner and was faced with May's slumped form.

"May..."

"She- She just died in my arms..." she hiccupped.

Phil looked down to the small, infant child lying motionless in May's arms. May had her palm still firmly pressed into the little girls abdomen, blood pooling and trickling between her fingers drying as she wept over the deceased girl.

"You did everything you could." he said, kneeling down in front of the pair.

"She must have been no older than five. Five Phil. Five." May cried out in frustration.

"You did everything you could May." words could not form in Phil's brain. He was at a loss on how to comfort his team mate.

"Five." May whispered.

"Melinda. You did everything you could."

"It obviously wasn't enough." she breathed out, finally looking up to catch Phil's gaze.

Phil watched his hand as if he was trapped in the back of his mind reach up and cup Melinda's chin between his thumb and forefinger.

The confusion in May's eyes snapped him out of his daze.

"Wrong time."

"Noted." May said, turning her attention back onto the young girl.

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"Phil."

"May"

"Coulson."

"Melinda"

"Phil."

"Melinda."

Daisy groaned aloud in frustration at her team mates painfully slow budding romance as she passed their interaction.

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"May?" Phil shouted scouring the rubble trying to find his team mate.

"May?"

"May!?"

"Over hear!" came Melinda's distressed voice.

Before Phil even reached for the door handle which held May from his reach the foul smell of blood burned his nostrils.

"May." Phil asked, slamming the door against the battered wall.

Melinda didn't get the chance to speak as Phil took in the bullet wound to her thigh.

"It's not all mine." she announced, whipping her arm across her nose in detest to the foul odour.

"How bad?" Phil asked, ripping off the bottom of his top to make a makeshift bandage.

"Through and through." she winced as he tied the torn fabric around her wound tightly.

"Jemma we need a medical. May has a bullet wound to the thigh. entry and exit wound noted." Phil spoke into the radio.

"Keep all pressure off that leg if it's gone through the damage could be extent." Jemma's voice came over the radio, broken up slightly with minor radio interference.

May held out her arm for Phil to help lift her into a stance.

Phil pulled her gently but quickly up onto her supporting leg ensuring no pressure was added to her wound.

"B-" May didn't get to start or finish her sentence as Phil closed the height difference between them and pressed and quick, swift kiss to her lips.

"Bad timing." she noted.

"When is it ever good timing?" Phil chuckled slightly.

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(I really hope you like it and that I have made up for the amount of time I have let your request sit around. I am again dreadfully sorry. But hope you like it!

Love,

Phoebe xx)