WHO: Agent Coulson & Nienor. (And Lola.) WHAT: A drive on the Pacific Highway. WHEN: Tuesday Afternoon. WARNINGS: Low.
The weight was, to a point, lifted off Coulson's shoulders. He had no memory of this car, not from his life here, not from the dreams.
But it showed up anyway, in the empty stall in their garage. And Coulson couldn't help but see it as a sign. A sign that things went beyond his dreams up to this point. That he had somehow survived.
That there was more to come, for better or worse. But when you thought you had been killed by a Norse demigod, 'worse' wasn't much to be afraid of either way.
He drove up to the hospital in the 1961 Corvette C1 that he had named Lola for reasons he couldn't fully explain, smiling up at Nienor almost impishly.