| [Coulson is having an odd day. A very, very odd day. Never mind the whole being... under the sea... thing. For a while there, he was quite sure that he was dead. But then. Not so dead. Instead, under the sea. Sure, yeah. This makes perfect sense.
His chest aches, and the blood on his clothes is quite the sign that he wasn't just dreaming. Coulson has been listening for a while, fiddling with the little starfish communicator, reading the pamphlet.
He's still confused.]
I think I'm using this right. Not really trained in use of starfish-shaped... gadgetry. But, if anyone is out there and can hear this, I have a question or twelve.
The pamphlet was very helpful. Map especially. But still, I was hoping someone could direct me to a hospital. Or a clinic. Or someone with a band-aid or two. I'm not picky.
[Beggars cannot be choosers. Coulson is intimately familiar with this concept.] Additionally, I'm agent Phil Coulson of SHIELD. I have an overabundance of questions and a lack of answers. If anyone feels like elaborating on just... how... I'm suddenly in a bubble under the sea and why this isn't some elaborate hallucination, I'd love to hear it. |
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