Coulson caught the papers in his lap a moment before they spilled, let the seatbelt jerk him back as Barton hit the gas. He was only half- listening to the steady stream of chatter, picking up the tone more than the words themselves as he traded papers for a camera.
He had tapped his comm, and all he got at the other end was a broken stream of static interference. They were on their own. And me without my ruby slippers.
"Just keep us in one piece." He didn't let any tension into his own voice, calm and steady as ever.
As they got closer the high beams only made it a few feet in the dust kicked up by the tornado, the shadows offset by erratic flashes of light that didn't look like normal lightening even to the camera's infer-red. And - that was a person.
"Swerve left." The order was followed by the dull thud of a body against the side of the van, and just as suddenly as everything had started - it stopped.
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He had tapped his comm, and all he got at the other end was a broken stream of static interference. They were on their own. And me without my ruby slippers.
"Just keep us in one piece." He didn't let any tension into his own voice, calm and steady as ever.
As they got closer the high beams only made it a few feet in the dust kicked up by the tornado, the shadows offset by erratic flashes of light that didn't look like normal lightening even to the camera's infer-red. And - that was a person.
"Swerve left." The order was followed by the dull thud of a body against the side of the van, and just as suddenly as everything had started - it stopped.