8/3/12 - Coulson, Stark

There are nights where Agent Coulson does not return to SHIELD headquarters at the end of the day.

“Sorry I'm late,” he says. “Got stuck in an elevator.”

Apology accepted, takeout received, she rocks up onto her toes for a kiss at the door only to flinch back before he can lean to meet her.

“Phil!” Her whole demeanor has changed; he hesitates. Uncertain. Takeout wrinkles papery between them when it's pushed back into his hands.

“...Have you been drinking?”

( 'Security. Intruder.' )

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