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After his discussion with Director Fury, Coulson has been sticking around the public areas of the bar for the most part. Today, however, there appears to be a number of people outside, and so he deems it safe enough to head out for a while. Besides, if he has to stay in the bar any longer he's going to lose it.

So, Coulson's outside by the lake, and he's in a pretty good mood. Mainly because as he walked outside, he finally saw the door again. He still has some recuperating to do, but it's good to know he can do it back in his own world from here on in.

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"Occasionally; he has the door appear at random moments, like anyone else. Luckily for me, it turned out."

Coulson gives Tony one of his probing looks.

"Sure you shouldn't see someone in the infirmary about that?" he asks.

Not to mention about the knock-out he had a few minutes ago.

"I..."

I'm fine, he wants to say, but he doesn't. If Pepper finds out about this (which she will, because it's Pepper and she knows things about him that even he doesn't know) she'll be mad at him for not getting it looked at right away.

But on the other hand...

"Let me try and walk it off for a few minutes first," he offers, as a halfway point they can both agree on.

And if Pepper doesn't figure it out on her own, Coulson will likely rat Tony out the next time he sees her by asking how Tony's doing after that crash.

However, Coulson isn't Tony's parent, and he's not Pepper, so he accepts the compromise.

"How has the reconstruction been going, by the way?"

"Good, actually. I mean, the penthouse is still trashed, and I can't work on the exterior framework until I get some of the steel from the builders, but it's going well," he admits honestly. "We've got most of the debris out, at least. Pepper and I have been staying at a few of the other places in the city until I've gotten the security breach issues ironed out at the Tower."

Just because Coulson can override his systems doesn't mean he should be able to.

"I'll have to remember to bring the latest decoding gadget that R&D has come up with the next time I drop by. Might as well get some real-world testing out of it."

Coulson chooses to see Tony's security measures as more of a challenge than a deterrent.

"You should drop by. We've decided to have movie night on Thursdays," he says. "Watching Capsicle try to wrestle the popcorn in the microwave is amazing."

Coulson Does Not Approve of Stark's laughing at his childhood hero.

"Oh really? And what movies have you watched?"

He can think of a number of movies that would be a very bad idea for the team to watch, for so many reasons.

"Last week we watched Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory," Tony says. "Wilder, not Depp."

That was also amusing as all hell.

"Before that it was...oh yeah. Dodgeball."

Coulson doesn't look impressed. "Dodgeball? I'm not sure you're showing early-twenty-first-century Midgardian culture at its finest. Or even at its 'fairly good'."

"Hey," he actually looks wounded. "It was funny. Thor kept insisting we go down and play in one of the labs, and we actually did, until Banner went all gamma-cray-cray and popped the ball."

He'd facepalm, if it wouldn't break his Phil Coulson: Zen Master demeanour.

"I wouldn't think competitive sports that involve trying to hit someone would be the best idea with Dr. Banner around."

"I was in the suit," Tony adds. "'Tasha and Legolas refused to join us, so it wasn't actually that dangerous until the big green guy got pissed off at how fast Cap was running back and forth. The man can dodge."

"Romanoff and Barton sound like the smart ones here," Coulson says, opening the door to the bar. "Do all your movie nights end like that?"

"Most of the time we just end up sprawled on the couch or on the floor, someone half-asleep," he shrugs. "They're really not all that exciting. Except for the popcorn."

"Any embarrassing drooling? Because if that's the case, I mat have to stop by just so I can get some blackmail material."

"No drooling," he says. "Sorry to disappoint."

He limps his way to the counter and leans against it, grateful for the support.

"What do you want to drink?"

"I'll have to rely on Photoshop, then," Phil says, leaning against the bar.

"I'll have a beer; Bar knows what I like." In a moment, a pint glass appears, filled with a dark beer with a thick head on it. Coulson isn't exactly sure just what kind of beer it is, but doesn't care.

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