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♉ the envy of the Everyman our family seemed complete
She doesn't return his text. He only finds out why thanks to the news networks that have taken to following his brother and his newfound comrades around like starved dogs, waiting to jump on any potential scraps. It's not one of his own schemes - he may be one of the best S.H.I.E.L.D. comes up against, but he's hardly the only one - and so he merely watches Doom's ultimately failed attempt at whatever new goal he's set for himself. The camera doesn't much linger on it; after all, she is only another bystander, another anonymous agent that accompany the more flamboyantly costumes, and when she takes a deflected hit, it's delegated to the b-roll. Loki doesn't notice the remote's been crushed to pieces as he calls his magic about him and teleports.
The idiots are at least prepared enough that they've installed an infirmary in their lofty tower, and Darcy's been given her own room - away from the murmur of voices outside and full of what these idiot mortals have deemed 'medicine'. Loki doesn't much give a damn about them, casting them out of mind to focus on the unconscious girl on the bed. For the first time in he can't remember how long, he's without cloaks or shadows, all the enchantments that keep him unseen and unnoticed. It doesn't matter. Darcy does.
The idiots are at least prepared enough that they've installed an infirmary in their lofty tower, and Darcy's been given her own room - away from the murmur of voices outside and full of what these idiot mortals have deemed 'medicine'. Loki doesn't much give a damn about them, casting them out of mind to focus on the unconscious girl on the bed. For the first time in he can't remember how long, he's without cloaks or shadows, all the enchantments that keep him unseen and unnoticed. It doesn't matter. Darcy does.
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He tells himself he doesn't get close to his agents. So it comes as something of a surprise, during the attempt to clear out civilians during the latest Avengers downtown brawl, that he sees Darcy take a hit and immediately abandons the swearing college student who won't put his phone away and run.
It takes him about ten seconds to cross the street, dodging one blast of some sort of energy weapon from the villain of the week and diving sideways out of the way when cement blocks come spinning out of an exploding building. He's at Darcy's side, bellowing into his radio, before he realizes he's diverting resources to get one agent out when it will probably cost the lives of any number of bystanders still present.
He's doing what he never does. He's giving one life more weight than others.
The fight probably goes on after Coulson and Darcy are loaded into the back of a black suburban and raced down the nearest clear street. Sitwell can probably even handle most of what's left to be done. Not as well as Coulson himself, but he's occupied. Keeping pressure on the worst of her wounds as they skid down back alleys and the wrong way down one-way streets. Silent, focused on the task, not thinking of the mangled body under his hands as anything but an object to be preserved until more skillful hands can take over.
When they do, he sits outside the operating theater, phone in hand, coordinating cleanup for the fight that's ended in his absence. He gets one very terse call from Fury promising later conversation, says "Yes, sir" and goes back to work. It isn't until Darcy is in recovery - stable, but in critical condition - that he allows himself the luxury of self-examination.
Namely, the question of what on earth he was thinking.
But even that luxury is brief, and the question unanswered when Loki arrives.
Coulson is on his feet the moment he senses an unfamiliar presence in the room, Glock .40 out, leveled at Loki's head. He doesn't do more than confirm an unfriendly target before he's emptying the clip with aim that, against anyone else, would mean a head that resembles a bowl of chili thrown against a wall.
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"Agent Coulson." It's said coolly, with the merest dip of his chin, as if they've merely chanced upon each other while walking down the street. As if he hasn't just gone and wasted an entire round of ammunition in an attempt to ventilate his skull. "If you're quite finished, I've business to attend to."
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