"It's soothing, you'd like it," Coulson promised, hurried voices chattering at him in his ear, and he lifted his hand to remove the device, calmly slipping it inside his breast pocket.
As Loki spoke Coulson's cheek twitched, but his feet remained rooted in place, gaze unwavering. The room lit up with red and sirens went off, but the agents Coulson had been hoping for didn't seem to be as close as he'd hoped. They really were understaffed. Anxiety finally creased his brow, and he took a step back, trying to plot his next move.