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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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"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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