:D
"I get that a lot," Coulson answered absently. It was his role as the 'every man'. Forgettable. Boring. Normally it was the thing that kept him alive. Squeezing his eyes shut, he pressed one hand firmly over his mouth and gave a tug, pulling the knife an inch and growing still again, a muffled groan trapped behind his fingers.
He leaned forward, panting for breath, wincing as the trident held him in place, and he pushed his weight against it with a rock of his shoulders. He could do this. Unless Loki chose something long range. Then...well, he'd have to practice his knife throwing.