Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Sunday

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

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.

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[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Morning, mister Coulson," Cable said as he came down the stairs.

The 'mister' sounded a surprising lot like 'agent'. It was a skill he had.

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Sir. How's the day treating you so far?" Coulson asked, not showing any reaction to the way Cable pronounced his title.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Cable's expression was that of the grizzled veteran who had had to clean up a four-year-old's stomach contents barely half an hour ago.

"Fine," he said. "Have you found everything thusfar?"

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Everything I need is where I expected, nothing's exploded, and I haven't had reason to use any of the stock yet," Coulson mtnioned. "All in all, I'd consider this a successful day so far.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Cable nodded, striding into the shop proper. "As an employee, you're also welcome to make use of the shooting range," he provided. "Just in case you have some frustration to work off..."

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"So I don't need to check my registration and vet myself first?" Coulson deadpanned. "Good to know. But I'll probably use it more to stay sharp than anything else."

Coulson was a man of very few frustrations, especially now that he didn't have to babysit people like Tony Stark.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Staying sharp isn't a luxury around here," Cable allowed. "But then I assume it wasn't at your last place of work, either."

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Not really, no," Coulson agreed. "But I kept busy enough that I didn't have to worry about any rust building up."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Would you mind demonstrating?" Cable asked, with a sweeping gesture towards the door to the shooting range.

Not that he was screening Coulson after the fact or anything like that. Perish the thought.

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Sure. But keep in mind that I used the past tense," Coulson said, turning to head toward the range. "It's been a rough couple of weeks, so I wouldn't expect my very best."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"I'll give you a pass on the first two bullets," Cable said, following him. "I'm a good sport."

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"I thought I'd only need one. But since you offered, I'll pace myself," Coulson said. It was either a joke, cockiness, or confidence. Coulson didn't make any attempt to clarify which one it was.

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.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"New person? New person," Deadpool decided, small child clinging to his back. "You look very suit-y."

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"There's a reason for that," Coulson said. The reason being that he basically lived in suits. His idea of casual dress was loosening the tie, maybe unbuttoning the top button. "Can I help you?"

Once he recognized the small child, he gave a smile and waved.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Jan waved back, digging her heels into Deadpool's back to get a better position.

"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?"

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"No. I look suity because I'm wearing a suit," Coulson said. "As far as I know, interrogations aren't part of my job here."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Are you sure it's not because you're evil?"

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"As sure as I can be," Coulson said.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"You end up being evil and I will stab the hell out of you," Deadpool warned him. "I have a rep to uphold here."

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't go with stabbing. It's been done," Coulson said. And it didn't quite kill him! For more than a few seconds, at least.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Really? How about bludgeoning?"

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"That would be new," Coulson admitted. "Let's go with that."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"And I'd hate to be passe. I'm the hero of the post-post-modern era." A beat. "No clue what that means, but I like it."

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"I think it means you're a hipster hero," Coulson said as he tried to piece that together.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Damn it!" Why would you do this to him? "Wait... at least I look good in tight paints. I'm not getting some crappy Spider-Man 3 hair, though."