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Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Sunday
Today was Coulson's first day of work and he spent it exactly the way you'd think: dressed in a suit and taking mental notes on how many guns there were here, what they apparently did, how easily they could be carried into battle if something along the lines of vikings invaded, and what kind of ammunition they would need.
Also, watching Toddlers and Tiaras on his phone when things were quiet. It was horrible. He kind of loved it.
Yep. Spending the day exactly the way you'd think.
Also, watching Toddlers and Tiaras on his phone when things were quiet. It was horrible. He kind of loved it.
Yep. Spending the day exactly the way you'd think.

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The 'mister' sounded a surprising lot like 'agent'. It was a skill he had.
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"Fine," he said. "Have you found everything thusfar?"
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Coulson was a man of very few frustrations, especially now that he didn't have to babysit people like Tony Stark.
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Not that he was screening Coulson after the fact or anything like that. Perish the thought.
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Once he was in the range, he made sure to run through certain safety protocols. His goggles were ready, he had his own personal molded ear plugs, his gun was selected and loaded with the safety on until he was ready to start shooting, and he even took a quick glance down the range to see if there was any chance that cardboard cutouts of innocent people might spring up as part of a test.
Not that he'd ever seen that in a normal shooting range. But you never knew.
"I'm ready to demonstrate if you're ready to watch, sir," Coulson said, once he was satisfied that the trial could start.
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He hadn't done much in the way of safety protocols. Let's face it - if his eardrums hadn't given out on him by now, they probably never would.
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Once he recognized the small child, he gave a smile and waved.
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"Is it a secret reason? Are you here to interrogate us? Oh god, I'm not good at interrogations. I get all nervous and bored and wander away halfway into it," Deadpool said, letting the kid down to go poke at the gun cases. "Why doesn't Nate tell me these thiiiiiings?"
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