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Agents of SHIELD Fic: Take Out

Title: [personal profile] kaffyr 
Fandom: Marvel's Agents of SHIELD
Characters: Melinda May, Phil Coulson
Rating: PG13
Words: 560
Edited: As always, by my beloved [personal profile] buckaroobob , aka dr_whuh
Summary: What goes with a commandeered Kalashnikov? Probably not jardiniera.
Author's Notes: Written for 
[personal profile] juliet316  in the 2013 [community profile] fandom_stocking  fun. This is my first attempt at Agents of SHIELD. I love the relationship between Phil Coulson and Melinda May; they're intensely human, and intensely super-hero-bad-ass-cool at the same time, which almost begs for cracky dichotomous action. This probably takes place between "The Well" and "Repairs". 
Disclaimer: No characters are mine. They are the sole properties of Marvel, the Whedons and their respective creators. I intend no copyright infringement and take no coin.


“So. Ward? Really?” Coulson whirled to his left and jammed his right palm into the jaw of the big man with the Kalashnikov. May kicked the rifle out of the guy’s hand while he was dropping.

“Is it your business? Here. Catch.” She grabbed the second man, and thrust him Coulson’s way to receive a head butt and a knee to the groin. He joined his buddy in sodden collapse.

“Of course it is — hold on, got a call.”

May spared a second while reloading to stare at him, surprised. “You’ve got bars out here?”

“Fitz jiggered my phone. Check the boulders up on the right. I think that’s—”

“On it.” She sprinted toward the cliff face, broken field running that kept her out of the sniper’s line of fire.

“Coulson.” He juggled the phone on his shoulder and the Kalashnikov he’d just retrieved. “What’s up? We’re kind of busy here.”

A strangled cry from behind the boulders meant May had introduced herself to the sniper. “OK, a little less busy. Yeah. It was the Bulgarian. He thought he’d go preemptive on us … no, no, it’s been handled, thanks. Look, why am I talking to you?” He spared a glance toward the base of the cliff. May was on her way back down. “Hold on—” He raised his voice. “Incapacitated or what?”

“What.” Her face was bland, her eyes hard.

Coulson winced, but only a little. If the sniper was the only casualty, they were still ahead of the game. “So again I ask,” he said, turning his attention back to the phone, “Why am I talking to— ah. Huh … I guess … pepperoni. No sausage … uh-huh … uh-huh … deep dish, extra cheese.”

“Hot peppers.” May was a little out of breath and she had someone else’s blood on her cheek.

Coulson nodded. “Did you hear that? Yeah. jardiniera if they don’t have proper hot peppers. Hold on again.”

He helped May tie up their unconscious attackers. Their boss might well kill them once he found they’d failed him, but neither he nor May were going to do that particular dirty work for the guy. “Yeah, sorry about that. Tying up loose ends. Make sure they bring a liter of RC … What? Oh. Give us —” He looked to May for an estimate.

“Ninety minutes.”

“Ninety minutes. No, we’ll find a ride back to the airfield. Right. ‘Bye.”

May finished cleaning her gun, then took the corner of her rag that wasn’t oily to her cheek, ridding it of blood. “Was that Skye?”


“Didn’t you tell her we were on a job?”


May rolled her eyes, then relented. “Well, technically we weren’t expecting the Bulgarian to move so quickly. And no, I’m not going to tell you why.”

“ I just want to be sure—”

“He and I know what the deal is. We just take pressure off each other.” The way her gaze hooded suddenly, he knew she hadn’t meant to say that much. He raised his eyebrows, but shrugged reluctant acquiescence.

“Fine. Got it.”

For a split second, he thought she looked disappointed that he was taking it so calmly. But that wouldn’t be May.

She surprised him then. “Jardiniera is not an adequate substitute for hot peppers.”

“It is in Chicago.”

“I’m not from Chicago.”

He grinned. “Noted.”

They walked out of the ravine and headed for dinner.


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Jan. 24th, 2014 08:02 pm (UTC)
This is so cute! I love the line about May "introducing" herself to the sniper. :P
Jan. 24th, 2014 08:33 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you like it - I tried to write in Whedonesque mode, but I'm really unfamiliar with the mode, and can only hope it came out right. I really like the show, I love these two characters, and I wanted to do them justice.
Jan. 24th, 2014 10:49 pm (UTC)

This was my first SHIELD fic...so glad it was yours and -

How bad is it that I laughed over half of this, gasp over the rest and spent the whole read grinning like a maniac because I could SEE and HEAR IT PERFECTLY?!

Oh right. That's a good thing.

Thank you for this, bb!! Excellent as always!

*Dances happily*
Jan. 25th, 2014 05:57 pm (UTC)
Ah - laughing and gasping and grinning are precisely the kind of reactions one wants to generate with a fic like this. My job here is done! Thanks!
Jan. 25th, 2014 05:00 am (UTC)
This is awesome. I really wanted to love this show from the beginning - and, despite some early stumbling, I do dearly love it, and each of the characters. You've got their voices down very well.
Jan. 25th, 2014 06:14 pm (UTC)
Thank you! It's always a challenge, taking on characters you haven't worked with. You don't want to caricature them by just using their tics, and I think that could easily happen with the inhabitants of The Bus. Glad you liked it!
Jan. 25th, 2014 05:05 am (UTC)
This is delightful. I do so love May and Coulson, and this show is really coming into its own.

I certainly wouldn't mind if you decided to write more SHIELD fic! :)
Jan. 25th, 2014 06:16 pm (UTC)
Thank you - the show has become better and better as it rolls along (and even some of the early stumbles come across much better upon second viewing.)

I certainly wouldn't mind if you decided to write more SHIELD fic!

Heh. I'm actually working on a short friendship fic with May and Natasha. We'll see how it works out.
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