OTA or standalone
Coulson's personal effects were largely sentimental collectables, antique spy wear, Captain America trading cards; there wasn't much else that had stuck with him over the years. When the evacuation effort turned south he ducked out, made a call to his ex-wife, told her where to go to have the best shot of getting on a ship, what to say if they tried to turn her away, what essentials they'd need and what to leave behind.
Then it was Audrey, which was almost harder. The both of them tried to play if off with laughs, another missed visit. It was the other side of the country, there wasn't enough time for Phil to get out there and help her, even if he could get a plane in a time like this. He'd made some calls though, she'd be escorted straight to the nearest ship, and once they docked he'd find her. That was the plan at least.
Phone pocketed, Phil returned inside. The hospital was a mess. It was a lot more difficult to evacuate some of these people than others, and some of them...they weren't going to make it. Still the agents were doing their best to project a calm and orderly presence in all this chaos.
"She's good, move her out, watch the step down," he instructed, assessing the nearest gurney, "Simmons," he added in a lower tone, waving him over, "Get out of here and make sure your kids are right, we've got this."