And Then I Wrote Marvel

Trust (dad!Phil Coulson x Reader)

I love realizing that I'm not the only one that absolutely loves Baby Coulson so huge thanks to all y'all out there that love her with me. This one goes out to berryninjago who introduced me to the song Agent Coulson by the Doubleclicks and like?? Guys. We all need that song.

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"You're doing that thing again, Coulson," Fury said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"That thing?" you asked. "Do clarify."

"The exact same thing you did after New York."

"And that is?"

"Don't play dumb when it comes to ignoring your mental health," Maria chastized you. "You're not subtle about it."

"Well, I'm sorry that I have resting depression face," you scoffed.

"You didn't have resting depression face before you were depressed," Fury said pointedly.

You stared him down, and he stared right back, his eyebrows raised.

"I may very well regret telling you this, but you, (Y/N) Coulson, are one of the few people that I trust," Fury admitted. "It'd certainly be nice if you'd do the same."

"You know, funny thing—I did trust you, and then you died, too," you snapped.

"Too?" Maria pressed.

"Everyone I care about always ends up leaving. They die, or almost die and come back different and distant and cold. I'm just sick of this, and I can't deal with it anymore," you vented. "I'm done losing people."

"Aren't we all?" she chuckled sadly. "It wasn't like this before, losing friends left and right."

"Either to death or betrayal," you added bitterly. "I don't feel like I can trust anyone anymore, not after all of this 'Real SHIELD' crap Bobbi and Mack are pulling."

"Really can't even trust us?" Fury asked, a solemn and humble air to his voice.

You looked back and forth between him and Maria before taking a breath and giving your answer. "I want to, but I can never tell what else you're hiding from me."

"You used to be okay with that," he said.

"That was when SHIELD's secrets were still affordable," you shot back. "I don't know exactly how separated you two are from SHIELD, but secrets are tearing us apart right now."

"I realize it was idealistic of me to think that SHIELD could recover from this," he sighed.

"I thought it could, too," you admitted. "But this is coming from a twenty-two-year-old girl that's spent her whole life with SHIELD. I don't think I can imagine my world going on without it, and that's my problem."

"Does your father know that you feel like this?" Maria inquired.

You stared down at your boots, hating yourself for the answer you were about to give.

"No."

Neither Fury nor Maria had a reply. Phil and (Y/N) Coulson were the father-daughter duo that they knew for their honesty and near inability to keep anything from the other. For you to keep your depression and borderline identity crisis from him, you couldn't have been in anywhere close to your right mind.

"I feel like I can't tell anyone anything anymore," you said, choking on your words. "Everyone else is going through so much right now, and I shouldn't burden them with my feelings, too."