SHIELD fell, but I still stand.
Independent Phil Coulson role play.

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It was hard to believe, but even Kasady had set rules; and bedding a SHIELD agent was definitely not one of them. The organization was something, as a whole, the serial killer couldn’t quite understand, but he knew that whatever thing was associated with Government, was automatically against his judgement of the world. And they were certainly against him.

But, here he was - having spent the night with one of those agents, and for a brief moment, all his morals had been destroyed; corrupted by lust and whatever else he had managed to feel overnight.

Kasady looked to the agent through the top of his eyes, swallowing harshly against the lump in his throat. He couldn’t deny - last night was amazing. but he couldn’t admit it either.

“I thought fucking a serial killer was against protocol?”

Kasady’s face contorted to a sign of agreeing with what the Agent had said. “I guess that’s true..” he spoke out; shoulders shrugging absently as his muscles began to relax. It had not been often that he had become so chatty after sex; well, it hadn’t been often that he would let the other one live after intimacy - But Kasady knew, somewhere in his mind that this man wouldn’t go down easily. And he wasn’t up for physical confrontation.

His eyebrows lifted to what the man had said; his grin broadening slightly. “I don’t know man, i’ve heard these agents are capable of anything.." his words were mused with his tone.. "It takes you to have the energy to do hand to hand combat, which isn’t likely after sex like that.."

"I’ve fought right after fucking before. It sucked, I’m not eager for a repeat." Phil wove a hand dismissively, but he’s grinning. "This has been spectacular for my ego, I must say. We’re capable people, I’m not sure if we’re capable of everything. Certainly I can’t hide a knife when I’m bareass naked."

Phil stretched out, shameless in his skin. “My point is, in our current state I’m certain you can do more damage. Not that I’m interested in such of course, I’m more up for a repeat of last night.” He smiled brightly.

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Clint let out a soft mew when Phil nosed his throat, swallowing out of reflex.  The archer let out an unintelligible noise and arched under the older, hands going to his shoulders and nails digging into them when his neck was licked.

"Mm, easy beautiful. You know I’d never hurt you." Phil’s voice is a rumble, tracing Clint’s neck with his lips, nuzzling under the latch of his jaw. His mouth sweeps back down, licking over where one of Clint’s scent glands are, purring.

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Lazarus let out a possessive rumble. “No one’s allowed t’look at y’naked but me an’ maybe a healer if necessary if/when you’re sick/slash wounded.” He muttered feverishly, nuzzling at Phil’s neck.

"So possessive." Phil said fondly, giving Laz a little squeeze, chuckling when the General pawed at his leg. He turned his attention to Laz’s grandparents. "Thank you so much for taking us in."

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"The only reason I chained you up is to show you how much I love you!" (Natasha snapped? Taken over by Loki? Who knows!)
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Phil sighed and relaxed as much as he could against the chains, lifting an eyebrow at her. “You know, I’m not opposed to kink but chains are not comfortable. Rope, dear.”

Natasha looked up at him and smiled. “I would love that Phil. Thank you.” She gave him a kiss. “Now let’s just see how long it is before I’m locked up in a cabin somewhere.” She joked, smiling at him.

Phil laughed out loud. “Oh never, you can take care of yourself.” He booped her nose with one finger. “Trust me, darling, I’m not going to put you in a safety bubble. The most I’d ask is that you do sleep somewhere secure when off duty.”

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Of course he doesn’t want to talk about it; he’s probably had that conversation a hundred times. And really, Steve knows his questions are misguided — it was Fury’s call to lie to the team, not Phil’s. And how he lives in a world where that’s not the most pressing question he’d like to ask the director, he’ll never know.

"Not horrible at all," he assures him graciously, sliding the chair back into place before ducking out of the office. "Anything else you want to talk about, shoot." There’s a beat, and he looks sidelong at the agent.

"You a Dodgers fan at all?"

"What do most people talk about?" Phil says this half to himself. He’s so far outside society’s norm and he’s not even one of the heroes. He went to the elevator and hit the button, looking up at Steve at the question.

"You’re a Dodgers fan? Would not have guessed." He admitted. "Usually New Yorkers support the Yankees. How’d you come to be a fan of an LA team?" He’s honestly curious. "Honestly my family wasn’t really into sports besides the Olympics. We went to a few Cubs games when I was growing up. Blackhawks, too."

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Everything’s a goddamn disaster.

SHIELD’s gone, his real identity is probably on some terrorist watch list, and Phil had given up and gone to ground. Yes, he still thinks of himself as an Agent of SHIELD but it doesn’t matter for shit if he doesn’t survive.

So the people he trusted, the agents and babyagents he gave a fuck about, all got codes sent from his phone the minute he knew things were going to shit. His wizard recruit Jerome had been one of them.

How they got to this, he’s not sure. They both have experience being on the run and he’d dipped into his resources, gotten them new identities and headed south. He’d prefer to get out of the States entirely but the airports are being watched, and Miami’s a town you can disappear in. They had agreed to stick together, watch each other’s backs.

And now he’s laying there, watching Jerome and thinking this probably makes him a cradle robber, yet he can’t feel a goddamn bit ashamed or guilty about it.

Jerome cuddled closer against him. “Thanks,” he chuckled. “I really like yours, too, actually. Didn’t imagine you’d be the type to get tattooed; kind of a pleasant surprise.” His fingers moved to graze over the yin-yang on his chest. Instead of moving away, now, his own wings seemed to arch against Phil’s fingers, while still confined to the canvas of Jerome’s back.

"Yeah, all it takes is a few arseholes just to fuck everything up," he murmured, allowing his eyes to close. A wry smirk ghosted his lips. "Did you know, when I was in the Snatchers, I was saving people?" he asked, voice quiet. "I’d move ahead of the rest of the group, find people on the run… give ‘em supplies, directions to safe houses. My boss nearly killed me when he found out." He chewed on his lower lip. "Didn’t really matter in the long run. Still had to run for my life just like everyone else."

He blinked, shaking his head. “Ah… sorry. Reminiscing, there. I’ll shut up, now.”

"Even I was young once." Phil chuckled. "The shield on my back is the oldest, I got that done in my early twenties. My leg was next, that’s a tribute tattoo. This one?" He rattled his fingers on the yin-yang. "It’s for my Hawk and Widow." He moved the hand back to Jerome’s skin, tracing the lines of his muscles while stroking the wings.

Jerome’s remark that he’d managed to save people even while up to no good makes him quirk his brows up then smile. “I had the sense you weren’t actually that bad of a guy. Bit of a rogue, maybe, but that’s not a crime.” He nuzzled Jerome. “Good on you for saving people.”

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It was hard to believe, but even Kasady had set rules; and bedding a SHIELD agent was definitely not one of them. The organization was something, as a whole, the serial killer couldn’t quite understand, but he knew that whatever thing was associated with Government, was automatically against his judgement of the world. And they were certainly against him.

But, here he was - having spent the night with one of those agents, and for a brief moment, all his morals had been destroyed; corrupted by lust and whatever else he had managed to feel overnight.

Kasady looked to the agent through the top of his eyes, swallowing harshly against the lump in his throat. He couldn’t deny - last night was amazing. but he couldn’t admit it either.

“I thought fucking a serial killer was against protocol?”

Kasady elicited a laugh at the male’s words; a genuine feature of positivity to the man instantly corrupting his face. “Hey, when you put it like that, it sounds like a compliment..”

It was a rare thing, for Cletus to point out something was good throughout all the bad - but his attention was firmly on this male now. And he was somewhat coming to like him.

"But I don’t know. Giving what I just experience.." his words trailed off, hands resting firmly upon both thighs as he continued to glance at the man.                                                                           "And i’m pretty grateful you haven’t stabbed me.."

"I’d say it depends on the perspective." Phil replied, grinning because Kasady’s laugh is spectacular to him. "But then again, don’t most things?"

He had to tip his head at the last remark, and gestured at the fact that he is still currently nude. “I’m not sure what you think about SHIELD agents but I currently don’t have anywhere to put a knife. Yeah I had a few blades on my person, but they’re with my clothing. I know a good bit about hand to hand combat, but somehow I doubt that’s of much use against you if you get upset.”

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