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Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Sunday
It was a quiet morning in the shop. That meant one thing: meditation time. Helping Coulson meditate today? Lots and lots of Mythbusters on his phone.
What? Some people found unnecessary explosions relaxing, especially when they weren't happening in his direct vicinity. It was either that or count ammunition to make sure they weren't getting ripped off, and it wasn't a day for counting. Or, you know, accidentally triggering an unnecessary explosion.
Coulson had seen some of the guns in the place, after all. He assumed that half of the ammunition was highly, HIGHLY explosive.
What? Some people found unnecessary explosions relaxing, especially when they weren't happening in his direct vicinity. It was either that or count ammunition to make sure they weren't getting ripped off, and it wasn't a day for counting. Or, you know, accidentally triggering an unnecessary explosion.
Coulson had seen some of the guns in the place, after all. He assumed that half of the ammunition was highly, HIGHLY explosive.