Jeff, God of Biscuits, Sunday evening

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

Coulson had to go to a secret doctor on the mainland earlier to get checked out for his recent... let's just call them 'health concerns.' But everything was about as good as could be expected, and that meant it was time to celebrate.

"I don't know, they all look so good," Coulson told the clerk at J,GoB. He'd been staring at the donuts for a couple minutes, but only because the clerk seemed kind of bored when he came in. "You know what? I'll take a half dozen of your choice. I trust you." The clerk sighed and picked six donuts pretty much at random, betraying Coulson's trust entirely. But Coulson didn't have to know that.

Once that was all sorted, Coulson took his donuts and a coffee over to a booth. That way the clerk wouldn't have to be all alone. Coulson was so thoughtful.

[OOC: I'm back from vacation and am once again mostly conscious! Open for all of your pastry purposes.]

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[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Because Tony had not met nearly enough people who knew an older version of him. Not at all.

...and donuts were necessary if he wanted to finish up the coding for his potential AI.

There he was. Waiting in line behind his torso trauma buddy the bland new guy.

He nodded at him in greeting. "Hey."

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"This was going to happen sooner or later," Coulson said. Maybe sighed. Just a little. He'd listened to enough radio that he knew it was an eventuality. "How are you tonight, Mister Stark?"

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Tony sighed. "If you're planning to kill me, can it wait until I've had a danish?"

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"How about I just offer you a donut instead?" Coulson asked. "I wasn't going to get through all of them tonight anyway."

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"No questions about me being a teenager?"

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Not really, no," Coulson said. "I had to get used to that kind of thing my first day here."

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Always good to know how weird things can be, huh?" he asked.

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"The past couple years, pretty much every day makes it clear that things can be weirder than I thought," Coulson said. "You have no idea who I am, right?"

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Not in the slightest," Tony admitted. "I don't know most of the people who know me."

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"That's not surprising. Phil Coulson. I work at Wellspring Arms and Meditation," Coulson said.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Tony Stark," he replied, offering a hand. "High school student."

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"I figured that much," Coulson said, shaking Tony's hand. "But I guess that means you're not the Stark behind the local Stark Industries?" The Tony Stark Coulson knew would probably put that first. Well, second. But he didn't know if young Tony was advanced like young Loki, so he wasn't assuming Iron Man yet.

[taseredagod.livejournal.com]

Darcy was not having a good week. She was sharing a tiny tent with three guys, which would be awesome under most circumstances but was somehow turning out to be less awesome than imagined. She was also getting daily phone calls from concerned family members who had apparently failed geography. So all in all, not the best mood.

So it may have taken her a pastry and coffee order before she noticed anyone else.

"I want my iPod back!" Well, she had meant to say hello. That counted, right?

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Miss Lewis?" Coulson asked after a moment of consideration. "I didn't realize you were in town."

[taseredagod.livejournal.com]

"Well, technically I'm at the school." Darcy pointed out. "And did you just admit that your creepy government organization does not know and see all?"

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

Coulson smiled. "They might know. But I'm not part of any government organizations anymore, so I wouldn't."

[taseredagod.livejournal.com]

Darcy spent a minute doing her best owl impersonation. "Wow, so all those movies lied to me? You really can just walk away from a shadowy government origination?" She paused. "Died that mean I can't pester you into giving me back my iPod?" She had priorities okay?

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"It's possible I'll get pulled back in eventually," Coulson said. "But for now, movies lie and your iPod is gone. Sorry."

[taseredagod.livejournal.com]

Darcy considered this. "I can't decide which one disappoints me more." She finally pronounced. "So what are you doing here if not skulking about, bothering neurotic scientists?"

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"I've taken up a second career as a store clerk," Coulson said. "At Wellspring Arms and Meditation. But I focus more on the meditation these days."

[taseredagod.livejournal.com]

Darcy started. She was doing that a lot. "Wow, that's a really lame cover story. It's like straight out of that movie with what's his face and what's his face." Darcy logic didn't try to pretend to be related to Earth logic.

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"You're free to think of it that way if you want," Coulson said. "But as far as I'm concerned, I'm in a town where quick access to big guns isn't a horrible idea."

[taseredagod.livejournal.com]

Darcy thought the town was run by aliens. It was best not to ask her what she thought. "I'll stick to my trusty taser." She informed him. "Oh hey wait. Did you have anything to do with the whole mess in New York and Jane being all MIA for a while?"

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

Coulson gave a practiced look of confusion before lying, "I haven't heard from Doctor Foster since New Mexico. But what was this mess in New York?"

Well, at least that helped confirm that Darcy was from his world and time. But it meant he needed to use his cover story of that not being the case.

Fandom really did provide helpful covers.