Coulson took the baby, careful in his arms. Poor thing, he wondered what they did to it. "Good. Though being shot while saving a baby is pretty noble." He teased softly, watching the little bundle. He didn't see the fact that the baby had bee nthrown, or had a gun so close to it's little head. If he'd known, he'd understand the angery crying more. As it was, he didn't mind too much. He tried calming it down ith movement, moving back around the round room now.
"Meyers? Still with us?"
Meyers used to be a young man. Now he looks like he aged 20 years in 20 seconds. It didn't look bad on him, but there was no way he was meant to be that old. The man was seated now, on the ground, holding Coulson's coat around him and shivering. He nodded. "Yessir." The word mumbled out.
Phil looked to Clint with a side eyed shot. What ever the machine was, it aged the man. "Barton. Let's get these two out and back to Jackson and communication. I want a clean up crew and some Intel out here to figure out what the hell they did to Meyer and this kid." And he shhh'ed the baby in his arms again. The child calming down faster in Coulson's arms.
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Date: 2013-05-03 03:22 am (UTC)"Meyers? Still with us?"
Meyers used to be a young man. Now he looks like he aged 20 years in 20 seconds. It didn't look bad on him, but there was no way he was meant to be that old. The man was seated now, on the ground, holding Coulson's coat around him and shivering. He nodded. "Yessir." The word mumbled out.
Phil looked to Clint with a side eyed shot. What ever the machine was, it aged the man. "Barton. Let's get these two out and back to Jackson and communication. I want a clean up crew and some Intel out here to figure out what the hell they did to Meyer and this kid." And he shhh'ed the baby in his arms again. The child calming down faster in Coulson's arms.