GW| I have a very prominent memory where I'm sitting with Skye and Coulson at a really big table. We're all silent, staring at the table. Coulson has his hands folded on top of themselves like he's contemplating something. Skye breaks the silence; "...So what's the dealio, Couls-olio?" We both look at her for a solid three minutes (1/?)
We both look at her for a solid three minutes, completely silent. Coulson blinks, visibly confused. "...What?" I'm trying not to bash my head off the table. "...I just wanted to break the silence. I didn't know what to say." I'm now resisting the urge to stand up and leave. (2/?)
"...We're here because May is in the hospital, but I didn't know how to say it, so I was quiet." Finally, I'm in attention. I'm genuinely worried (believe it or not.) and struggle to speak up. "What happened? Is she going to be okay?" This man fucking stares at me, unmoving, not blinking, possibly not even breathing. (3/?)
It's like his brain did a windows bluescreen and had to restart. (Fucking Tahiti got his ass.) After a solid ten minutes, he finally speaks up again. "She's going to be fine. She got shot and the wound was infected because she didn't tell anyone."
LIKE???
MOTHERFUCKER YOU GAVE ME A GODDAMN HEART ATTACK FOR AN INFECTED BULLET WOUND?? I THOUGHT SHE WAS DIAGNOSED WITH FUCKING LUPUS OR POLIO OR SOME SHIT.