@SHIELD HQ: Gert, Clint, Coulson & Open
It was going to be a day. Phil had imagined something would happen following Xavier's speech because the man was a powerful and charismatic speaker and anti-mutant hate groups couldn't stand that fact, but he hadn't imagined an attack of anything of that magnitude. He'd been attending the Director in a meeting when the shit hit the fan, and Coulson barely needed a cue before he was off and running to see the analysts and get more information.
He skidded into the room after Barton, practically knocking into him. "Boss wants to know who's on i—oh. Okay you're on it. Good. Great." He took a moment to catch his breath. The building could really use some of those powered walkways to make these emergency sprints less daunting. "What have we got? Single shooter? Manifesto? Experienced, not experienced? They still there? Any pot shots at civilians? Any mutant response? What's the threat level?"
Because Fury gave him the authority to make that call about the Avengers on his own, and if they were needed, he'd send them. But as chaotic as the group could be at times, he didn't like to call the team out unless there was really a reason to bring the thunder. He got a blip on his phone. Someone had already responded to the automated distress call. "Oh Carol's there. That's...." He was going to say 'good' but then thought better of it. "Probably not the healthiest choice."
He glanced over his shoulder at Clint. "How about you grab Natasha and take something fast over there. And keep Carol from getting into it with the crew from Xavier's."