Coulson strained, eyes wide and prying at the fingers round his neck. Sometimes he missed being control for normal missions. Involving normal humans.
He hit the console with a groan, the breath knocked out of him, and he blinked in surprise. "...This time?" he repeated, narrowing in on that one, not quite right part of what Loki had said, grimacing and giving a heave as he tried to roll himself off the other end of the console.