agentpcoulson (agentpcoulson) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-07-08 19:32:00 |
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Happy Birthday, Phil Coulson
Who: Phil Coulson (narrative)
When: July 8th, 2012
Where: Phil's apartment, Manhattan, New York City
What: Phil ponders his birthday
Rating: G
Phil Coulson awoke at 5am as he did every morning, in the same spot on his bed as every morning, and went to go start the morning routine he did every morning: shower, shave, hair, breakfast.
As his eyes opened slowly, and after he'd reached over to turn off the buzzing alarm clock, he remained in bed, staring up into the darkened ceiling. Finally, he spoke aloud to no one.
"Forty-eight."
Sitting up, he went next towards the shower, and passed the time spent there pondering this age, his physical shape, and the state of his life. All seemed satisfactory. Certainly, the amount of hair was always something to scrutinize, along with a few pounds that always seemed to be necessary to shed. Coulson examined his face in the bathroom mirror, carefully. Had there always been this many wrinkles in his face? So many lines? And yes, he did spot a few graying hairs.
At breakfast, he fixed himself only one egg and skipped the bacon, adding instead a half of an orange. Maybe he should change his diet, would that help with the wrinkles? Or should he switch to decaf? Would he survive a full day working for SHIELD without caffeine? Maybe a change of exercise routine, not just hitting the gym equipment at HQ, but also a morning jog.
Finally, Agent Phil Coulson put all of this life pondering aside and went to dress for work. He wouldn't have time there to mull over his age, or the limits that a body reached as it progressively got older. Or the loneliness that he'd been avoiding acknowledging every night when he came home.
He was an Agent of SHIELD, and he had work to do.