Coulson was standing where the arrival point was, looking unruffled as always. Two days ago he had arrived and the unshakable air hadn't failed him.
Outwardly.
Inwardly, he still had a lot of questions. For starters, he wasn't sure he had died, but since the Chief had told everyone as much he hadn't said anything. Director Fury had his reasons. On top of that, he didn't believe in coincidences. They were all arriving, one by one, these Avengers.
What would require something like that?
But his face betrayed no worry, just that half smile that usually could be seen around the coworkers he liked.
"Good to see you, Maria." It wasn't an overly public setting. No need for 'Agent Hill' here.