“Coulson was the agent that interrogated me after… that thing I did,” Alexis said. “At least, I think that was his name. Coulson? Carter? Collins? It began with a C. I don’t think I could picture him doing karaoke.” She stifled a giggle at the thought of whoever that agent had been singing (probably drunkenly, because nobody did karaoke while sober) Phil Collins in front of other people.
“So, do you like working for S.H.I.E.L.D.?”
“Did he try too hard to give off a cool dad vibe? If so, it was him. Coulson interrogated me, too, but without the scary government douche act. He actually sounded like he was about to make me a friendship bracelet and take me out for margaritas.”
“Occupational hazards aside, yes. So far I’ve met like, three Asgardians. If the order is correct, Thor should be next. Fingers crossed.”
