Coulson motioned towards a hallway, his NSA badge clipped on his jacket pocket. There was a lounge they could take in privately. Since most people of this world were still shaken about the aliens that had just tried to invade this earth, Coulson thought it prudent to not talk about ones that hadn’t shown up yet.
Once they were in the room with the door closed, Coulson relaxed. “I’ve read up on what’s happened here. This world just had First Contact of its own, but not with Asgard or anyone we ran into. From the sounds of it, Stark’s statement that he’s been here for a year is sound. Time works different. Between you and I? I’m ready for anything to happen next. This feels like a build up.”
Two days. He’d been here for two days, and already had a full debrief waiting. Naturally.