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ysabetwordsmithThis story belongs to the series Love Is For Children which includes "Love Is for Children," "Hairpins," "Blended," "Am I Not," "Eggshells," "Dolls and Guys,""Saudades," "Querencia," "Turnabout Is Fair Play," "Touching Moments," "Splash," "Coming Around," "Birthday Girl," "No Winter Lasts Forever," "Hide and Seek," "Kernel Error," "Happy Hour," "Green Eggs and Hulk,""kintsukuroi," "Little and Broken, but Still Good," "Byzantine Perplexities," "Up the Water Spout," "The Life of the Dead," "If They Could Just Stay Little," "Anahata," "When the Wheels Come Off," "Against His Own Shield," "Coming in from the Cold: Saturday: Building Towers," "Coming in from the Cold: Sunday: Shaking Foundations," "Coming in from the Cold: Monday: Memorial Day," "What Little Boys Are Made Of," and "Rotten Fruit."
Fandom: The Avengers
Characters: Phil Coulson, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, JARVIS, Maria Hill, Daveed, Agent Smith, Agent Jones, Agent Sitwell, Dr. Samson, Rhodey, assorted new SHIELD recruits, Agent Morse, Steve Rogers, Betty Ross, Natasha Romanova, Tony Stark
Medium: Fiction
Warnings: Angst, survivor guilt, SHIELD, mental health care, facing the past, sexual harassment, uncomfortable body stuff, emotional overload, disability issues, graphic description of past torture, nightmares, nausea, amnesia, despair.
Summary: Several of the Avengers visit SHIELD for a variety of professional and personal reasons. It helps to have friends at your side while facing challenges.
Notes: Courage. Team as family. Competence. Friendship. Slow build. Emotional first aid. Nostalgia. New hobbies. Healing touch. Hurt/comfort. Games. #coulsonlives.
A note on feedback: While it's not necessary to comment on every post I make, remember that I don't know who reads/likes things if nobody says anything. Particularly on long stories, I've discovered that I get antsy if there's nothing but crickets chirping for several posts. So it helps to give me feedback at least once, even if it's just "I like this" or "This one doesn't grab me." First and last episodes are ideal if you rarely feel inspired to comment in the middle.
I also have a list of favorite photogenic scenes from the whole series for fanartists to consider, partly compiled from audience requests.
Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5.
"Coming in from the Cold: Tuesday: Facing Fears: Part 1"
In the morning, Phil came into the common kitchen to find Clint already at the table with a bowl of Cookie Crunch. Bruce sat beside him, hands wrapped around a steaming cup of tea. Bucky stood over a covered skillet that smelled fragrantly of sausage and sauerkraut.
"Good morning," Phil said, listening to their lazy murmurs as he headed for the coffee machine. It already had a cup sitting in it, coffee trickling in as he approached. The laser pointer wrote PHIL across the cup in blue letters, then winked off, letting him know it was prepared according to his preferences. There were advantages to living with a technogenius and his electronic family.
Phil took an appreciative sip, the strong black coffee washing away the last of his sleepiness. "Thank you, JARVIS, this is perfect."
"Skillet's done, come and get it," Bucky said as he filled his plate.
Bruce and Phil each dished up some of the fluffy mass. "What is this?" Bruce asked. "It smells good."
"It's hofbrau hash. I learned to make it in Germany," Bucky said. "Potatoes, sauerkraut, meat if you have it -- I threw in some apples and other stuff too."
Phil looked at Clint eating nothing but heavily sugared cereal, then put a single spoonful of hash onto a small plate and took it to him. "Here, try this too. It sounds a lot like a breakfast version of shut-up-and-eat-it."
Bucky was already shoveling food into his mouth at a brisk pace. Bruce followed suit. Clint sampled the new dish more cautiously, then decided it was okay. Phil found it delicious. The quantity in the skillet diminished at speed as people took second helpings.
"I need to go in to SHIELD today," Phil said over breakfast. "Assistant Director Hill wants me to look over some new recruits so that I can advise about forming teams and assigning handlers. What are you guys planning to do?"
"I was thinking ... maybe ..." Bucky said slowly. "You sent me a message about services. Shellshock. Moral Injury. Mad Science Torture." His fork clinked against the plate as he poked at his food. "JARVIS said that it's not considered malingering anymore, if a soldier comes back from combat and maybe needs a little help wrapping his head around what happened to him."
"That's the ideal, although it's a work in progress," Phil said. "What did you have in mind?"
"I kinda want someone to talk with," Bucky said. "You guys have been great, don't get me wrong, but you've all got your own stuff to deal with. I thought it might help to have someone who's not so tangled up in the team dynamics, and not a civilian either, someone who can hear what I gotta say without getting messed up over it. What happened to me makes me feel frantic, what I did makes me feel dirty, it's all just a wreck inside," Bucky shrugged his left shoulder. "SHIELD, I don't really trust them, but the stuff in the message sounded good, you know?"
Phil had forwarded descriptions of the new counseling options on offer. "If you're talking about Dr. Samson's services, then yes, I've heard excellent feedback from other agents regarding his private and group sessions," Phil said. "We could certainly contact him and ask him to fit you into his schedule, if that's what you want."
"Guess I'm asking if I could come with you, if it's safe," Bucky said.
"I'll make sure it's safe," Phil promised. "Clint, Bruce, what about you two? Now might be a good opportunity for you to get back into the swing of things."
"I'll come with you for moral support, and protection if you need it," Clint said to Bucky. Then he looked at Bruce.
Bruce swallowed hard. "I could, uh, help with that too."
"Thanks, guys," said Bucky. He didn't know the full details of why Clint and Bruce tended to avoid SHIELD these days, but Phil did. Some people blamed Clint and Bruce for the near-destruction of the Helicarrier, despite Loki having set up the whole disaster. Neither of them really felt comfortable there, but they wouldn't let a teammate go without backup. Their latest trips to SHIELD had been on Bucky's behalf also.
They need to face their fears too, Phil decided. If they keep avoiding SHIELD, it will just get worse over time. People need to get used to seeing them around, preferably not during an emergency.
So Phil put in a call to SHIELD. He alerted Assistant Director Hill to their pending arrival, so she could assist with any necessary safeguards. Then he contacted Dr. Samson, who readily bumped one of his non-critical clients to a slot later in the week to make room for meeting Bucky. Soon everyone finished breakfast and got ready to leave.
The ride to SHIELD was a little tense. When they reached their destination, Phil could see the potential for trouble in the taut line of Clint's shoulders and the desperate clench of Bruce's fists in his pants pockets. Still they flanked Bucky in a protective stance. Between them, Bucky looked relaxed, almost lazy, but his eyes tracked every flicker of motion.
Assistant Director Hill met them on arrival. "Agent Coulson, Agent Barton, thank you for coming in today. We could use your eyes on the new recruits."
"Yes, ma'am." The archer's voice was crisp, only a slow blink betraying his surprise at being included in the official activities.
"Dr. Banner," Hill said, acknowledging him with a nod.
"Um. Just observing," he replied, sidling behind Phil.
"Sergeant Barnes." Hill turned to Bucky with a welcoming smile. "It's good to see you on your feet, soldier."
"Thank you, ma'am," he said. "It's good to be here."
"I believe we may still have some of your personal effects in storage, along with what we kept for Captain Rogers," said Hill. "He chose not to reclaim any of his. You might feel differently. Shall I check on the contents and bring you a list?"
"Please," Bucky said.
"All right, then," Hill said. "I'll see you all later." She strode away, her boots clicking briskly against the floor.
"Usual drill?" Phil said to Clint. "You flush the birds and I watch how they fly?"
"Sure thing," Clint said, more relaxed now than when he left the tower. "I can take them to a practice area, give them an hour or so to work off the excitement, then make things interesting."
"That sounds like a plan," Phil said.
Then Clint smirked. "Hey, Doc?" he said, and turned to Bruce. "You wanna help me out with the newbies? I got an idea."
"I, I'm not a soldier," Bruce said, wringing his hands. "I'm not a spy. I don't know about any of this stuff."
"Nah, I'm not talking about spy stuff," Clint assured him. "I'm thinking if I rig one of my marker arrows to explode when somebody touches it, we'll have red paint everywhere -- call it a medical emergency drill for the newbies. You can tell us what you think about their first aid skills, who'd be reliable under field conditions and who'd panic."
"Field conditions," Bruce murmured thoughtfully. "Wonder what they'd do if they couldn't find a first aid kit ..."
"Or it wasn't fully stocked," Clint said, playing along.
"Or it had crazy things in it like handkerchiefs, string, and a bottle of scotch," Bucky said with a grin. He'd heard stories about Bruce's improvisational skills, and shared some of his own from the Howling Commandos.
Phil gave a wicked little chuckle. "I like the way you boys think. Make it happen."
Then they went to the cafeteria to wait for Dr. Samson. Phil approved of his proposal to meet them all in neutral, public territory rather than bringing Bucky alone into his office. The ID card scanner had a sticker above it that read, Do not look directly into laser with remaining eye. One corner of it had been picked off -- Director Fury had little sense of humor -- but the rest would have to wait for a janitor with solvent and a razor blade.
Ahead of them in line stood a mousy young man with dark curls, who ducked his head shyly when they fell into step behind him. His nametag read Daveed. "It's good to see you again, sir," he murmured as they moved down the line. "Just so you know, there's a bug in the Helicarrier engine control routines, but we've just about got it fixed."
"Good job," said Phil.
Daveed gave him a bashful smile before ducking away to a corner table.
There was coffee in the cafeteria, although nowhere near as good as they enjoyed at home. I'm getting spoiled, Phil thought, taking a sip anyway.
Some of the people already seated got up and moved away from the Avengers' table. Phil glared at their departing backs, making a mental note of their names. Agent Smith and Agent Jones shared a silent look, then came over to say hello. They ranked high among the few who placed the blame wholly on Loki.
"It's good to have you back, Barton," said Smith.
"We missed you," Jones said. "It's not the same, only seeing you when we get called out to hold the perimeter for the Avengers."
"Thanks," Clint said softly.
"Smith and Jones here are two of our best linemen," Phil explained to Bucky, and then made introductions all around.
"Hard job," Bucky said. "I appreciate you watching the Captain's back."
"Somebody has to do it," Smith said with a philosophical shrug. "He gets around, chasing that shield of his, but he always completes the mission."
"Hulk now, he's harder to keep ahead of," Jones added. "That guy can jump. We always give him a few extra blocks. Anything you know that would make things easier, Dr. Banner?"
Bruce startled, not expecting anyone to address him directly. "Uh, no, not that I can think of."
"Well, let us know if you do," Jones said.
"Give our regards to Dr. Ross," Smith added.
"And just how would you know her?" Bruce said, leaning forward.
"She's training as handler for you and Hulk, so we're liaising with her about your support needs during and after combat," Smith explained. "It just seemed polite to come over and ask you too."
"Oh," Bruce said quietly. "That's um, thanks, I guess."
"You're welcome," Smith said. Then he and his partner went back to their own table.
"So SHIELD provides ground support for the Avengers?" Bucky asked Phil.
"Yes, and air support if needed," Phil said. "Usually it amounts to crowd control, extra eyes on the enemy, medical services, carrying supplies, that sort of thing. The Avengers do the heavy work."
"I like to stay eyes-high," Clint said, leaning forward. "Most of the time, I pick out a good perch and Iron Man drops me on a roof. From there I can shoot everything in range, and call targets for the rest of the team. It'll be nice to have someone else on my level so we could cover each other."
"Don't forget that I do more close-up work than you do," Bucky pointed out. "I'd rather shoot, but I can go hand-to-hand if necessary."
"Sure, but that's the point -- things heat up in the sky, you can drop down and draw 'em off while I stay in position," Clint said. "As it is now, when I get driven to street level, I'm less effective there and we lose our bird's eye view of the fight. Iron Man helps some, but he does not have a sniper's eye for trouble."
Agent Sitwell sidled up to their table and deposited a box of donuts. "I heard that you guys came in to test the recruits," he said. Like Phil, he was slim and unassuming, his dainty gold-rimmed glasses giving him the look of a harmless bureaucrat. It was a good cover. "Nice to hear that you're also planning to field your new sniper. It'd be a shame to let talent like that go to waste." He smiled at Bucky, then disappeared again.
Bucky opened the box and made a happy noise when he spied the vanilla-frosted donut covered in bubblegum sprinkles. "My favorite," he said, taking a large bite.
"He's totally courting you," Clint whispered to Bucky.
"What?" Bucky yelped. "Wait, no, I go for dames not fellas --"
"Not like that," Clint said. "I mean Sitwell wants you for an asset."
"I thought Phil was our handler ...?" Bucky said with a frown.
"I am," Phil assured him. "I handle the Avengers, and I've been fielding Barton and Romanova for years, singly or as a duo. I hope to add you whenever you're ready. However, that doesn't mean you're obligated to accept me as your handler. Agent Sitwell and I have covered for each other's assets before ... though 'courtship' may be a bit strong of a term."
"Well, what else would you call it?" Clint said. "I dunno what you handlers think you're doing when you pick out a new asset from the pool, but look at it from our end. You offer us spare ammo or dry clothes, and you remind us to sleep if we've stood watch too long. That shows you care about our survival and performance, so we know you won't make us run on empty." Clint helped himself to a chocolate-frosted donut with rainbow sprinkles. "You watch us. Then you bring us stuff that you think we'll like, so we know you've been paying attention. It lets us gauge how good you are at observation."
Phil couldn't help but think of the time he spent choosing pajamas for game night, so as to meet not just the physical need of context-appropriate clothing but also the social need of being understood as an individual. It gave him a way to demonstrate that he recognized everyone's personal tastes.
That brought to mind how JARVIS treated the Avengers. He feeds us, he keeps us warm and dry, and he reminds us to take care of ourselves. He's always watching and listening to keep us safe. He was courting us just like Clint said ... Phil thought, and had to chuckle. ... and we never realized it, but we ALL said yes. It was funny how easily Phil overlooked the handler aspects of what JARVIS did, but once Clint pointed out the pattern, other examples fell into place.
"All right, you win," Phil agreed. His hand hovered over the box, waffling between powdered sugar and chocolate-dipped donuts.
"Oh, not again," Clint said. He put one of each in front of Phil. "Just watch, Bucky. Next time there will be three or four of those bubblegum donuts in the box."
"Huh," Bucky said. He peered at the donuts, evidently memorizing the selection for future reference.
"Anyhow, Sitwell likes the strong, silent type," Clint said. "I know from what Steve has said that sometimes you're chatty and other times you clam up. Phil here doesn't do well with radio silence, but Sitwell does. So they could take you on completely different kinds of missions."
"Such as ...?" Bucky said gamely.
"Let me tell you about this time Sitwell took Black Widow to Istanbul," Clint said, waving his donut to illustrate. "You'd think the two of them would stick out like crazy there, wouldn't you? But no. They went in after this mutant-trafficking ring, and just fucking vanished. Three weeks later, they showed up in Ankara with Black Widow disguised as a man while Sitwell hid himself, two kilos of hashish, and three machine guns under a burqa ..."
Phil listened as Clint regaled Bucky with the not-too-classified portions of the tale. He also watched Bucky to gauge his interest in getting back into the field. While hesitant about his own reliability if approached directly, Bucky responded eagerly to stories and practice and anything that touched on combat in more oblique ways. He'll get there, Phil decided.
Dr. Samson arrived while Bucky was still engrossed in Clint's story. Instead of interrupting, he glanced over the rest of the group. Then he spied Bruce and broke into a wide smile. "Bruce! I mean, Dr. Banner, I'm delighted that I get to meet you finally, and you too, Hulk," Dr. Samson said, holding out a hand.
"Um," Bruce said lamely. He scrunched a little smaller in his chair. "Hi? Why would you even want to ..."
"Betty has told me so much about you," Dr. Samson said. He pulled his hand back without any sign of insult.
"I find that hard to imagine," Bruce said with a grimace.
"Did she mention why I broke up with her?" Dr. Samson asked gently.
"I didn't ask," Bruce said.
"Well, she talked about the two of you so much, I realized that she was still in love with you. So I shooed her away as carefully as I could, and told her to go find her men," Dr. Samson said.
"That's, uh, very generous of you," Bruce said. One hand plucked at the opposite cuff of his shirt.
"I owe you an apology, though," Dr. Samson said. "I am sincerely sorry for setting General Ross on your trail. I had no idea how dangerous he was -- Betty never warned me about him -- but by the time I met him in person and realized that, it was too late. I deeply regret the harm that resulted from it. I hope you can forgive me."
Phil knew that General Ross had first tried to dupe Betty into betraying Bruce, with no luck whatsoever, because she knew exactly how warped her father was. Failing that, General Ross had turned to someone less familiar and thus more susceptible to his lies. It hadn't turned out well for anyone. Dr. Samson had expressed his outrage with a couple of ruthlessly aimed nerve strikes to General Ross' ego.
And now Bruce was still sitting there staring at Dr. Samson, without giving any kind of response. Phil reached under the table and gave Bruce a very soft tap on the ankle.
"Thank you for the apology. It was very thoughtful," Bruce said with careful formality. "I'm not used to ... that is ... I don't really know what to make of it."
"That's perfectly understandable," Dr. Samson said. "I'd like for us to be friends, but if you don't feel comfortable around me, I won't bother you again."
"No, it's fine," Bruce said. He seemed bemused by the man's amiable approach, but willing to go along with it. "I don't have many people willing to be around me at all, so it's not like I can afford to throw any of them away." He closed his eyes for a moment, nibbling on his lip. Then he looked back at Dr. Samson and held out his hand. "So yeah, nice to meet you. I'm glad you were there for Betty, too."
"My pleasure," Dr. Samson said, shaking Bruce's hand.
By then, Clint had finished his story, so Bucky was free to introduce himself to Dr. Samson. Bucky's handshake was careful but confident. "I liked the list of services you offered," he said.
"That's good to hear. Did anything in particular catch your eye?" Dr. Samson asked.
"Mad Science Torture, but I can't go in a group, too much of what happened to me is still classified," Bucky said. "Same with Moral Injury."
HYDRA had been fooling around with variations on the super-soldier serum and with the Tesseract. Department X had different types of enhancements and the cryochamber. What a mess, Phil thought sadly. It's a good thing that Dr. Samson's level-headed response to the whole Hulk situation earned him a high clearance.
"No problem," Dr. Samson said easily. "We can cover the same topics in a private session. Would you like to take this to my office, or pick somewhere else? Some of the other agents prefer talking in the gym, and one even likes the sauna."
"Sauna? Gym? We can do that?" Bucky asked.
"Whatever makes you feel comfortable," Dr. Samson said. "We could walk while we talk, if you like. I can show you all the good places to hang out."
"Except the air vents," Clint said. "No offense, man, but you don't look fit enough to scramble up the kind of places Bucky and I can get into."
"Then I'll leave that part of the tour in your capable hands," Dr. Samson said.
Bucky chuckled. "Sure, whatever," he said, standing to follow Dr. Samson to the door.
"That was weird," Bruce said after they left.
"How so?" Phil asked.
"Just everything," Bruce said with a shrug. "Meeting my girlfriend's ex-boyfriend. Him being excited to meet me. Bucky feeling safe enough to go off with him after, what, five minutes?" Bruce frowned a little. "And I think ... the Other Guy finds him kind of ... intriguing. Not sure why."
"Well, Betty likes him," Clint pointed out. "Hulk tends to pay extra attention to things like that. Besides, Dr. Samson apologized for what happened with old Thunderbolt. Has anybody ever done that before?"
"No," Bruce said softly, looking down at his hands. His fingers twitched, weaving together.
"So maybe Hulk likes the idea of someone who's sorry for hurting him, instead of gloating over it," Clint said. Then he patted Bruce on the shoulder. "Come on, buddy, you're overthinking this. Let it go for now. We've got some newbies to go play with."
"Okay," Bruce said. He shook himself, then stood to go with Clint. "We'll see you later, Phil ... or sooner, I guess, if things go wrong again."
Phil brushed his fingertips over Bruce's wrist, a discreet touch of comfort. "I wouldn't have invited you here if I didn't trust you. We all need to get used to having a shield at our backs," he said. "Everything will be fine. I look forward to reviewing the tapes you and Clint get of the new recruits." Then Phil headed to his office. He had plenty of time to kill while Clint and Bruce set up the testing. He might as well get some paperwork done.
The office was quiet and clean, ever so faintly stuffy from disuse. Phil did most of his work from Avengers Tower these days. Still, there were some things that he left strictly within SHIELD jurisdiction, sensitive files in particular. Though to be sure, the more vulnerable material he kept on paper, filed amidst old manuals on food handling regulations. Phil's secure email overflowed with messages. Everyone wanted his help with something, it seemed.
An assortment of conduct complaints between handlers and assets marked a growing problem with discipline. The lower morale got, the worse people behaved. So many officers took their cues from Fury that his volatile temper spread its influence throughout the organization. At least Coulson had direct authority over the handlers and could reprimand them for mistreating their assets. To the handlers with problem assets, he sent notes reassuring them that such behavior was unacceptable, along with disciplinary suggestions and pointers to some of Dr. Samson's offerings that might help. Coulson hoped that would settle things down.
Assistant Director Hill had flagged several messages for his attention because they related to Stark intellectual property. When Coulson had discovered the extent of material retained from Howard Stark's tenure instead of turned over to his heir as legally required, it was appalling. He was still trying to figure out whether Fury had really coughed up all of it or not. Now this, hints and suspicions of someone sniffing around Tony's designs where they had no business going. So much of SHIELD ran on Starktech, they couldn't afford to offend Tony. Again. Coulson filed the additional materials as part of his ongoing investigation.
That reminded Phil of Sam Wilson, the counselor they had met at the VA in Washington, D.C. I wonder if we could entice him to come work here, Phil thought. He already has a high clearance because of his involvement with the EXO-7, and now he works with veterans. It can't hurt to try. He brought up the relevant forms and sent an invitation. Then he moved on.
The new Pope, Francis, had only held office for a few months but already managed to outrage villains and Church officials alike with his radical compassion. Fury's notation on the file read, "We like this guy. Word on the street is that he's made a couple of hardcore supervillains repent. Let's try to keep him alive, see if he can do more of that." Phil looked over the list of known assassins who had been contacted about killing the Pope, and sighed.
At least they no longer have the Winter Soldier, Black Widow, or Hawkeye to send after him, Phil thought. He jotted down ideas for countermeasures.
He continued to a message from Colonel Rhodes about coordinating War Machine with Iron Man. Tony had introduced them, but they still knew each other more by reputation than personal contact. It wasn't hard to read between the lines. Rhodey thinks that the Air Force might let him get back in touch with Tony if it means replacing the inferior Hammer weaponry with Starktech, Phil mused. He doesn't mention it directly, though. Let's see if we can work something out. Phil replied with a request for a video call.
Next came a cluster of incidents from troublemakers relatively new to the scene. The recent smackdown in Russia had left something of a power vacuum. AIM was underfunded, the Ten Rings squabbling, and Department X had gone ominously silent. It left the regional and national villains vying for a place on the global stage. Phil dutifully made recommendations for dealing with them.
He hesitated over the last one, a neo-Nazi anti-mutant (anti-everything, really) group trying to horn in on HYDRA turf. Finally Phil wrote, "Let Magneto and Professor X handle this one. It's their specialty, and if we get in the way, the collateral damage will just go higher." The offenders would have a slightly better chance of survival in SHIELD hands, but Magneto in particular held the shortest average start-to-finish on problems of this type, and the X-Men would minimize the risk to innocent bystanders. Phil was perfectly willing to trade off lower survival for the bad guys to get them off the street sooner and reduce civilian casualties.
The computer chimed, giving him updated personnel files on the new recruits. Hawkeye had run them through an obstacle course and posted the fresh scores. Hmm ... promising, adequate, adequate, probably hopeless, almost impressive ... Phil thought as he paged through the results. Out of the dozen candidates, one or two would probably fail out today. A few might stand out enough to merit special training. The rest would go into the general pool for use in whatever capacity SHIELD needed.
Phil's screen flashed a video call notification. He tapped in his acceptance, and a warm brown face appeared. "Colonel Rhodes, thank you for getting back to me so quickly. I'm pleased to find that Tony's descriptions of your reliability are right on the mark," Phil said.
"You're welcome, and call me Rhodey. I've heard some good things about you as well," he replied, with a faint emphasis on some that made Phil wonder how mixed the reports had been.
"I'd like to hear your ideas about War Machine and Iron Man," Phil said mildly. "Sometimes we could use better air support than we have. I imagine there are times when you could use some heavier boots on the ground. Now, according to Mr. Stark, the Air Force isn't too fond of him these days ..."
"If Tony has told you that much, then he's told you that the military is keeping us apart and probably why. After Afghanistan, and Vanko, I'm not the most popular guy either," Rhodey said. "I think Tony and I can clear the air between us, given a chance to talk. I also think War Machine would be a lot more effective with upgraded armor and weapons that don't shoot at the wrong side."
"Yet you chose to approach me with this, rather than Tony," said Phil.
Rhodey sighed. "I know that Tony wants to get back in touch with me. He sends me messages, and in the last few months they're not all dickbombs anymore. So he's easing up a bit. I send replies when I can." Rhodey fingered his tie, a wingman pattern printed in silver on navy blue. "He sent me this too."
"That's promising," Phil agreed.
"I don't want to ask him for weapons, although I'm not sure anything less would get the Air Force off our backs," Rhodey said. "I respect his decision -- don't agree with it, hate it in fact -- but it's his right and nobody else should take that away from him. People have robbed him enough already. Including me, since I stole the suit in the first place --"
"You must know that he let you take it," Phil pointed out. "You're a couple of inches taller than Tony, not to mention broader in the shoulders. Iron Man wouldn't fit you, and War Machine wouldn't fit him. That suit was made for you."
"That doesn't make me feel any better about how I got it," Rhodey said. "Tony's still pissed that I let Hammer hack it, and he's right to be. I fucked up. I know that. But this isn't just about me and Tony. We've got jobs to do, people depend on us, so we need to get our shit together." Rhodey rubbed a hand over the short ruff of his hair. "I don't know how to reopen contact, though. It's been so touch and go between us. I hoped maybe you could help with that."
"I can certainly speak with Tony about about giving War Machine a tuneup," said Phil. "If you want my advice ... ask him to upgrade the armor and the software. Once Tony gets that suit on the bench, I can't imagine him leaving anything from Hammer attached to it, nor would he leave you defenseless in the field. I think you stand a good chance of getting your weaponry fixed without having to ask for it. As you said, it should be Tony's choice."
"That might just work, if I can get the Air Force to go for it," Rhodey said.
"You could have had them off your back months ago, if you'd accepted any of the several offers of help," Phil said. Tony and JARVIS had both complained that Rhodey refused to let them intervene, and Phil had no better luck.
"I hoped it would wear off naturally," Rhodey said. "It usually does when I screw up. This time ... maybe not." His voice held a deep note of regret, like an echo lost in a well. Phil knew that Rhodey's steadfast searching was a key reason why Tony made it out of Afghanistan, but that loyalty nearly cost Rhodey his career.
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Notes:
The ring theory of communication is "Comfort In, Dump Out." This explains why it is useful to have friends or counselors outside your immediate circle when you need to deal with shit, without dumping it on people who are facing the same challenges.
Moral injury occurs when someone is forced to violate their own ethics. This kind of rupture is difficult to treat and rarely heals clean. You can see what a mess HYDRA has made of Bucky.
Skillet Hofbrau Hash is a tasty breakfast jumble.
This is Daveed. He's Jewish. In The Winter Soldier, he's the one who refused to launch the HYDRA helicarriers, even though he expected to be killed for it, reappearing in The Age of Ultron. Given the changes in LIFC, we have HYDRA nosing around but not controlling SHIELD.
Jasper Sitwell is another SHIELD agent, one of Coulson's friends. You can read more about Istanbul and burqas.
Pope Francis has made himself popular with many people, some of them quite unexpected.
Rhodey / War Machine is a friend of Tony Stark. As you can see here, Rhodey is bigger than Tony. Almost everyone is bigger than Tony when he's not in the suit. :D
This is the wingman tie that Rhodey wears.
[To be continued in Part 2 ...]
Fandom: The Avengers
Characters: Phil Coulson, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, JARVIS, Maria Hill, Daveed, Agent Smith, Agent Jones, Agent Sitwell, Dr. Samson, Rhodey, assorted new SHIELD recruits, Agent Morse, Steve Rogers, Betty Ross, Natasha Romanova, Tony Stark
Medium: Fiction
Warnings: Angst, survivor guilt, SHIELD, mental health care, facing the past, sexual harassment, uncomfortable body stuff, emotional overload, disability issues, graphic description of past torture, nightmares, nausea, amnesia, despair.
Summary: Several of the Avengers visit SHIELD for a variety of professional and personal reasons. It helps to have friends at your side while facing challenges.
Notes: Courage. Team as family. Competence. Friendship. Slow build. Emotional first aid. Nostalgia. New hobbies. Healing touch. Hurt/comfort. Games. #coulsonlives.
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Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5.
"Coming in from the Cold: Tuesday: Facing Fears: Part 1"
In the morning, Phil came into the common kitchen to find Clint already at the table with a bowl of Cookie Crunch. Bruce sat beside him, hands wrapped around a steaming cup of tea. Bucky stood over a covered skillet that smelled fragrantly of sausage and sauerkraut.
"Good morning," Phil said, listening to their lazy murmurs as he headed for the coffee machine. It already had a cup sitting in it, coffee trickling in as he approached. The laser pointer wrote PHIL across the cup in blue letters, then winked off, letting him know it was prepared according to his preferences. There were advantages to living with a technogenius and his electronic family.
Phil took an appreciative sip, the strong black coffee washing away the last of his sleepiness. "Thank you, JARVIS, this is perfect."
"Skillet's done, come and get it," Bucky said as he filled his plate.
Bruce and Phil each dished up some of the fluffy mass. "What is this?" Bruce asked. "It smells good."
"It's hofbrau hash. I learned to make it in Germany," Bucky said. "Potatoes, sauerkraut, meat if you have it -- I threw in some apples and other stuff too."
Phil looked at Clint eating nothing but heavily sugared cereal, then put a single spoonful of hash onto a small plate and took it to him. "Here, try this too. It sounds a lot like a breakfast version of shut-up-and-eat-it."
Bucky was already shoveling food into his mouth at a brisk pace. Bruce followed suit. Clint sampled the new dish more cautiously, then decided it was okay. Phil found it delicious. The quantity in the skillet diminished at speed as people took second helpings.
"I need to go in to SHIELD today," Phil said over breakfast. "Assistant Director Hill wants me to look over some new recruits so that I can advise about forming teams and assigning handlers. What are you guys planning to do?"
"I was thinking ... maybe ..." Bucky said slowly. "You sent me a message about services. Shellshock. Moral Injury. Mad Science Torture." His fork clinked against the plate as he poked at his food. "JARVIS said that it's not considered malingering anymore, if a soldier comes back from combat and maybe needs a little help wrapping his head around what happened to him."
"That's the ideal, although it's a work in progress," Phil said. "What did you have in mind?"
"I kinda want someone to talk with," Bucky said. "You guys have been great, don't get me wrong, but you've all got your own stuff to deal with. I thought it might help to have someone who's not so tangled up in the team dynamics, and not a civilian either, someone who can hear what I gotta say without getting messed up over it. What happened to me makes me feel frantic, what I did makes me feel dirty, it's all just a wreck inside," Bucky shrugged his left shoulder. "SHIELD, I don't really trust them, but the stuff in the message sounded good, you know?"
Phil had forwarded descriptions of the new counseling options on offer. "If you're talking about Dr. Samson's services, then yes, I've heard excellent feedback from other agents regarding his private and group sessions," Phil said. "We could certainly contact him and ask him to fit you into his schedule, if that's what you want."
"Guess I'm asking if I could come with you, if it's safe," Bucky said.
"I'll make sure it's safe," Phil promised. "Clint, Bruce, what about you two? Now might be a good opportunity for you to get back into the swing of things."
"I'll come with you for moral support, and protection if you need it," Clint said to Bucky. Then he looked at Bruce.
Bruce swallowed hard. "I could, uh, help with that too."
"Thanks, guys," said Bucky. He didn't know the full details of why Clint and Bruce tended to avoid SHIELD these days, but Phil did. Some people blamed Clint and Bruce for the near-destruction of the Helicarrier, despite Loki having set up the whole disaster. Neither of them really felt comfortable there, but they wouldn't let a teammate go without backup. Their latest trips to SHIELD had been on Bucky's behalf also.
They need to face their fears too, Phil decided. If they keep avoiding SHIELD, it will just get worse over time. People need to get used to seeing them around, preferably not during an emergency.
So Phil put in a call to SHIELD. He alerted Assistant Director Hill to their pending arrival, so she could assist with any necessary safeguards. Then he contacted Dr. Samson, who readily bumped one of his non-critical clients to a slot later in the week to make room for meeting Bucky. Soon everyone finished breakfast and got ready to leave.
The ride to SHIELD was a little tense. When they reached their destination, Phil could see the potential for trouble in the taut line of Clint's shoulders and the desperate clench of Bruce's fists in his pants pockets. Still they flanked Bucky in a protective stance. Between them, Bucky looked relaxed, almost lazy, but his eyes tracked every flicker of motion.
Assistant Director Hill met them on arrival. "Agent Coulson, Agent Barton, thank you for coming in today. We could use your eyes on the new recruits."
"Yes, ma'am." The archer's voice was crisp, only a slow blink betraying his surprise at being included in the official activities.
"Dr. Banner," Hill said, acknowledging him with a nod.
"Um. Just observing," he replied, sidling behind Phil.
"Sergeant Barnes." Hill turned to Bucky with a welcoming smile. "It's good to see you on your feet, soldier."
"Thank you, ma'am," he said. "It's good to be here."
"I believe we may still have some of your personal effects in storage, along with what we kept for Captain Rogers," said Hill. "He chose not to reclaim any of his. You might feel differently. Shall I check on the contents and bring you a list?"
"Please," Bucky said.
"All right, then," Hill said. "I'll see you all later." She strode away, her boots clicking briskly against the floor.
"Usual drill?" Phil said to Clint. "You flush the birds and I watch how they fly?"
"Sure thing," Clint said, more relaxed now than when he left the tower. "I can take them to a practice area, give them an hour or so to work off the excitement, then make things interesting."
"That sounds like a plan," Phil said.
Then Clint smirked. "Hey, Doc?" he said, and turned to Bruce. "You wanna help me out with the newbies? I got an idea."
"I, I'm not a soldier," Bruce said, wringing his hands. "I'm not a spy. I don't know about any of this stuff."
"Nah, I'm not talking about spy stuff," Clint assured him. "I'm thinking if I rig one of my marker arrows to explode when somebody touches it, we'll have red paint everywhere -- call it a medical emergency drill for the newbies. You can tell us what you think about their first aid skills, who'd be reliable under field conditions and who'd panic."
"Field conditions," Bruce murmured thoughtfully. "Wonder what they'd do if they couldn't find a first aid kit ..."
"Or it wasn't fully stocked," Clint said, playing along.
"Or it had crazy things in it like handkerchiefs, string, and a bottle of scotch," Bucky said with a grin. He'd heard stories about Bruce's improvisational skills, and shared some of his own from the Howling Commandos.
Phil gave a wicked little chuckle. "I like the way you boys think. Make it happen."
Then they went to the cafeteria to wait for Dr. Samson. Phil approved of his proposal to meet them all in neutral, public territory rather than bringing Bucky alone into his office. The ID card scanner had a sticker above it that read, Do not look directly into laser with remaining eye. One corner of it had been picked off -- Director Fury had little sense of humor -- but the rest would have to wait for a janitor with solvent and a razor blade.
Ahead of them in line stood a mousy young man with dark curls, who ducked his head shyly when they fell into step behind him. His nametag read Daveed. "It's good to see you again, sir," he murmured as they moved down the line. "Just so you know, there's a bug in the Helicarrier engine control routines, but we've just about got it fixed."
"Good job," said Phil.
Daveed gave him a bashful smile before ducking away to a corner table.
There was coffee in the cafeteria, although nowhere near as good as they enjoyed at home. I'm getting spoiled, Phil thought, taking a sip anyway.
Some of the people already seated got up and moved away from the Avengers' table. Phil glared at their departing backs, making a mental note of their names. Agent Smith and Agent Jones shared a silent look, then came over to say hello. They ranked high among the few who placed the blame wholly on Loki.
"It's good to have you back, Barton," said Smith.
"We missed you," Jones said. "It's not the same, only seeing you when we get called out to hold the perimeter for the Avengers."
"Thanks," Clint said softly.
"Smith and Jones here are two of our best linemen," Phil explained to Bucky, and then made introductions all around.
"Hard job," Bucky said. "I appreciate you watching the Captain's back."
"Somebody has to do it," Smith said with a philosophical shrug. "He gets around, chasing that shield of his, but he always completes the mission."
"Hulk now, he's harder to keep ahead of," Jones added. "That guy can jump. We always give him a few extra blocks. Anything you know that would make things easier, Dr. Banner?"
Bruce startled, not expecting anyone to address him directly. "Uh, no, not that I can think of."
"Well, let us know if you do," Jones said.
"Give our regards to Dr. Ross," Smith added.
"And just how would you know her?" Bruce said, leaning forward.
"She's training as handler for you and Hulk, so we're liaising with her about your support needs during and after combat," Smith explained. "It just seemed polite to come over and ask you too."
"Oh," Bruce said quietly. "That's um, thanks, I guess."
"You're welcome," Smith said. Then he and his partner went back to their own table.
"So SHIELD provides ground support for the Avengers?" Bucky asked Phil.
"Yes, and air support if needed," Phil said. "Usually it amounts to crowd control, extra eyes on the enemy, medical services, carrying supplies, that sort of thing. The Avengers do the heavy work."
"I like to stay eyes-high," Clint said, leaning forward. "Most of the time, I pick out a good perch and Iron Man drops me on a roof. From there I can shoot everything in range, and call targets for the rest of the team. It'll be nice to have someone else on my level so we could cover each other."
"Don't forget that I do more close-up work than you do," Bucky pointed out. "I'd rather shoot, but I can go hand-to-hand if necessary."
"Sure, but that's the point -- things heat up in the sky, you can drop down and draw 'em off while I stay in position," Clint said. "As it is now, when I get driven to street level, I'm less effective there and we lose our bird's eye view of the fight. Iron Man helps some, but he does not have a sniper's eye for trouble."
Agent Sitwell sidled up to their table and deposited a box of donuts. "I heard that you guys came in to test the recruits," he said. Like Phil, he was slim and unassuming, his dainty gold-rimmed glasses giving him the look of a harmless bureaucrat. It was a good cover. "Nice to hear that you're also planning to field your new sniper. It'd be a shame to let talent like that go to waste." He smiled at Bucky, then disappeared again.
Bucky opened the box and made a happy noise when he spied the vanilla-frosted donut covered in bubblegum sprinkles. "My favorite," he said, taking a large bite.
"He's totally courting you," Clint whispered to Bucky.
"What?" Bucky yelped. "Wait, no, I go for dames not fellas --"
"Not like that," Clint said. "I mean Sitwell wants you for an asset."
"I thought Phil was our handler ...?" Bucky said with a frown.
"I am," Phil assured him. "I handle the Avengers, and I've been fielding Barton and Romanova for years, singly or as a duo. I hope to add you whenever you're ready. However, that doesn't mean you're obligated to accept me as your handler. Agent Sitwell and I have covered for each other's assets before ... though 'courtship' may be a bit strong of a term."
"Well, what else would you call it?" Clint said. "I dunno what you handlers think you're doing when you pick out a new asset from the pool, but look at it from our end. You offer us spare ammo or dry clothes, and you remind us to sleep if we've stood watch too long. That shows you care about our survival and performance, so we know you won't make us run on empty." Clint helped himself to a chocolate-frosted donut with rainbow sprinkles. "You watch us. Then you bring us stuff that you think we'll like, so we know you've been paying attention. It lets us gauge how good you are at observation."
Phil couldn't help but think of the time he spent choosing pajamas for game night, so as to meet not just the physical need of context-appropriate clothing but also the social need of being understood as an individual. It gave him a way to demonstrate that he recognized everyone's personal tastes.
That brought to mind how JARVIS treated the Avengers. He feeds us, he keeps us warm and dry, and he reminds us to take care of ourselves. He's always watching and listening to keep us safe. He was courting us just like Clint said ... Phil thought, and had to chuckle. ... and we never realized it, but we ALL said yes. It was funny how easily Phil overlooked the handler aspects of what JARVIS did, but once Clint pointed out the pattern, other examples fell into place.
"All right, you win," Phil agreed. His hand hovered over the box, waffling between powdered sugar and chocolate-dipped donuts.
"Oh, not again," Clint said. He put one of each in front of Phil. "Just watch, Bucky. Next time there will be three or four of those bubblegum donuts in the box."
"Huh," Bucky said. He peered at the donuts, evidently memorizing the selection for future reference.
"Anyhow, Sitwell likes the strong, silent type," Clint said. "I know from what Steve has said that sometimes you're chatty and other times you clam up. Phil here doesn't do well with radio silence, but Sitwell does. So they could take you on completely different kinds of missions."
"Such as ...?" Bucky said gamely.
"Let me tell you about this time Sitwell took Black Widow to Istanbul," Clint said, waving his donut to illustrate. "You'd think the two of them would stick out like crazy there, wouldn't you? But no. They went in after this mutant-trafficking ring, and just fucking vanished. Three weeks later, they showed up in Ankara with Black Widow disguised as a man while Sitwell hid himself, two kilos of hashish, and three machine guns under a burqa ..."
Phil listened as Clint regaled Bucky with the not-too-classified portions of the tale. He also watched Bucky to gauge his interest in getting back into the field. While hesitant about his own reliability if approached directly, Bucky responded eagerly to stories and practice and anything that touched on combat in more oblique ways. He'll get there, Phil decided.
Dr. Samson arrived while Bucky was still engrossed in Clint's story. Instead of interrupting, he glanced over the rest of the group. Then he spied Bruce and broke into a wide smile. "Bruce! I mean, Dr. Banner, I'm delighted that I get to meet you finally, and you too, Hulk," Dr. Samson said, holding out a hand.
"Um," Bruce said lamely. He scrunched a little smaller in his chair. "Hi? Why would you even want to ..."
"Betty has told me so much about you," Dr. Samson said. He pulled his hand back without any sign of insult.
"I find that hard to imagine," Bruce said with a grimace.
"Did she mention why I broke up with her?" Dr. Samson asked gently.
"I didn't ask," Bruce said.
"Well, she talked about the two of you so much, I realized that she was still in love with you. So I shooed her away as carefully as I could, and told her to go find her men," Dr. Samson said.
"That's, uh, very generous of you," Bruce said. One hand plucked at the opposite cuff of his shirt.
"I owe you an apology, though," Dr. Samson said. "I am sincerely sorry for setting General Ross on your trail. I had no idea how dangerous he was -- Betty never warned me about him -- but by the time I met him in person and realized that, it was too late. I deeply regret the harm that resulted from it. I hope you can forgive me."
Phil knew that General Ross had first tried to dupe Betty into betraying Bruce, with no luck whatsoever, because she knew exactly how warped her father was. Failing that, General Ross had turned to someone less familiar and thus more susceptible to his lies. It hadn't turned out well for anyone. Dr. Samson had expressed his outrage with a couple of ruthlessly aimed nerve strikes to General Ross' ego.
And now Bruce was still sitting there staring at Dr. Samson, without giving any kind of response. Phil reached under the table and gave Bruce a very soft tap on the ankle.
"Thank you for the apology. It was very thoughtful," Bruce said with careful formality. "I'm not used to ... that is ... I don't really know what to make of it."
"That's perfectly understandable," Dr. Samson said. "I'd like for us to be friends, but if you don't feel comfortable around me, I won't bother you again."
"No, it's fine," Bruce said. He seemed bemused by the man's amiable approach, but willing to go along with it. "I don't have many people willing to be around me at all, so it's not like I can afford to throw any of them away." He closed his eyes for a moment, nibbling on his lip. Then he looked back at Dr. Samson and held out his hand. "So yeah, nice to meet you. I'm glad you were there for Betty, too."
"My pleasure," Dr. Samson said, shaking Bruce's hand.
By then, Clint had finished his story, so Bucky was free to introduce himself to Dr. Samson. Bucky's handshake was careful but confident. "I liked the list of services you offered," he said.
"That's good to hear. Did anything in particular catch your eye?" Dr. Samson asked.
"Mad Science Torture, but I can't go in a group, too much of what happened to me is still classified," Bucky said. "Same with Moral Injury."
HYDRA had been fooling around with variations on the super-soldier serum and with the Tesseract. Department X had different types of enhancements and the cryochamber. What a mess, Phil thought sadly. It's a good thing that Dr. Samson's level-headed response to the whole Hulk situation earned him a high clearance.
"No problem," Dr. Samson said easily. "We can cover the same topics in a private session. Would you like to take this to my office, or pick somewhere else? Some of the other agents prefer talking in the gym, and one even likes the sauna."
"Sauna? Gym? We can do that?" Bucky asked.
"Whatever makes you feel comfortable," Dr. Samson said. "We could walk while we talk, if you like. I can show you all the good places to hang out."
"Except the air vents," Clint said. "No offense, man, but you don't look fit enough to scramble up the kind of places Bucky and I can get into."
"Then I'll leave that part of the tour in your capable hands," Dr. Samson said.
Bucky chuckled. "Sure, whatever," he said, standing to follow Dr. Samson to the door.
"That was weird," Bruce said after they left.
"How so?" Phil asked.
"Just everything," Bruce said with a shrug. "Meeting my girlfriend's ex-boyfriend. Him being excited to meet me. Bucky feeling safe enough to go off with him after, what, five minutes?" Bruce frowned a little. "And I think ... the Other Guy finds him kind of ... intriguing. Not sure why."
"Well, Betty likes him," Clint pointed out. "Hulk tends to pay extra attention to things like that. Besides, Dr. Samson apologized for what happened with old Thunderbolt. Has anybody ever done that before?"
"No," Bruce said softly, looking down at his hands. His fingers twitched, weaving together.
"So maybe Hulk likes the idea of someone who's sorry for hurting him, instead of gloating over it," Clint said. Then he patted Bruce on the shoulder. "Come on, buddy, you're overthinking this. Let it go for now. We've got some newbies to go play with."
"Okay," Bruce said. He shook himself, then stood to go with Clint. "We'll see you later, Phil ... or sooner, I guess, if things go wrong again."
Phil brushed his fingertips over Bruce's wrist, a discreet touch of comfort. "I wouldn't have invited you here if I didn't trust you. We all need to get used to having a shield at our backs," he said. "Everything will be fine. I look forward to reviewing the tapes you and Clint get of the new recruits." Then Phil headed to his office. He had plenty of time to kill while Clint and Bruce set up the testing. He might as well get some paperwork done.
The office was quiet and clean, ever so faintly stuffy from disuse. Phil did most of his work from Avengers Tower these days. Still, there were some things that he left strictly within SHIELD jurisdiction, sensitive files in particular. Though to be sure, the more vulnerable material he kept on paper, filed amidst old manuals on food handling regulations. Phil's secure email overflowed with messages. Everyone wanted his help with something, it seemed.
An assortment of conduct complaints between handlers and assets marked a growing problem with discipline. The lower morale got, the worse people behaved. So many officers took their cues from Fury that his volatile temper spread its influence throughout the organization. At least Coulson had direct authority over the handlers and could reprimand them for mistreating their assets. To the handlers with problem assets, he sent notes reassuring them that such behavior was unacceptable, along with disciplinary suggestions and pointers to some of Dr. Samson's offerings that might help. Coulson hoped that would settle things down.
Assistant Director Hill had flagged several messages for his attention because they related to Stark intellectual property. When Coulson had discovered the extent of material retained from Howard Stark's tenure instead of turned over to his heir as legally required, it was appalling. He was still trying to figure out whether Fury had really coughed up all of it or not. Now this, hints and suspicions of someone sniffing around Tony's designs where they had no business going. So much of SHIELD ran on Starktech, they couldn't afford to offend Tony. Again. Coulson filed the additional materials as part of his ongoing investigation.
That reminded Phil of Sam Wilson, the counselor they had met at the VA in Washington, D.C. I wonder if we could entice him to come work here, Phil thought. He already has a high clearance because of his involvement with the EXO-7, and now he works with veterans. It can't hurt to try. He brought up the relevant forms and sent an invitation. Then he moved on.
The new Pope, Francis, had only held office for a few months but already managed to outrage villains and Church officials alike with his radical compassion. Fury's notation on the file read, "We like this guy. Word on the street is that he's made a couple of hardcore supervillains repent. Let's try to keep him alive, see if he can do more of that." Phil looked over the list of known assassins who had been contacted about killing the Pope, and sighed.
At least they no longer have the Winter Soldier, Black Widow, or Hawkeye to send after him, Phil thought. He jotted down ideas for countermeasures.
He continued to a message from Colonel Rhodes about coordinating War Machine with Iron Man. Tony had introduced them, but they still knew each other more by reputation than personal contact. It wasn't hard to read between the lines. Rhodey thinks that the Air Force might let him get back in touch with Tony if it means replacing the inferior Hammer weaponry with Starktech, Phil mused. He doesn't mention it directly, though. Let's see if we can work something out. Phil replied with a request for a video call.
Next came a cluster of incidents from troublemakers relatively new to the scene. The recent smackdown in Russia had left something of a power vacuum. AIM was underfunded, the Ten Rings squabbling, and Department X had gone ominously silent. It left the regional and national villains vying for a place on the global stage. Phil dutifully made recommendations for dealing with them.
He hesitated over the last one, a neo-Nazi anti-mutant (anti-everything, really) group trying to horn in on HYDRA turf. Finally Phil wrote, "Let Magneto and Professor X handle this one. It's their specialty, and if we get in the way, the collateral damage will just go higher." The offenders would have a slightly better chance of survival in SHIELD hands, but Magneto in particular held the shortest average start-to-finish on problems of this type, and the X-Men would minimize the risk to innocent bystanders. Phil was perfectly willing to trade off lower survival for the bad guys to get them off the street sooner and reduce civilian casualties.
The computer chimed, giving him updated personnel files on the new recruits. Hawkeye had run them through an obstacle course and posted the fresh scores. Hmm ... promising, adequate, adequate, probably hopeless, almost impressive ... Phil thought as he paged through the results. Out of the dozen candidates, one or two would probably fail out today. A few might stand out enough to merit special training. The rest would go into the general pool for use in whatever capacity SHIELD needed.
Phil's screen flashed a video call notification. He tapped in his acceptance, and a warm brown face appeared. "Colonel Rhodes, thank you for getting back to me so quickly. I'm pleased to find that Tony's descriptions of your reliability are right on the mark," Phil said.
"You're welcome, and call me Rhodey. I've heard some good things about you as well," he replied, with a faint emphasis on some that made Phil wonder how mixed the reports had been.
"I'd like to hear your ideas about War Machine and Iron Man," Phil said mildly. "Sometimes we could use better air support than we have. I imagine there are times when you could use some heavier boots on the ground. Now, according to Mr. Stark, the Air Force isn't too fond of him these days ..."
"If Tony has told you that much, then he's told you that the military is keeping us apart and probably why. After Afghanistan, and Vanko, I'm not the most popular guy either," Rhodey said. "I think Tony and I can clear the air between us, given a chance to talk. I also think War Machine would be a lot more effective with upgraded armor and weapons that don't shoot at the wrong side."
"Yet you chose to approach me with this, rather than Tony," said Phil.
Rhodey sighed. "I know that Tony wants to get back in touch with me. He sends me messages, and in the last few months they're not all dickbombs anymore. So he's easing up a bit. I send replies when I can." Rhodey fingered his tie, a wingman pattern printed in silver on navy blue. "He sent me this too."
"That's promising," Phil agreed.
"I don't want to ask him for weapons, although I'm not sure anything less would get the Air Force off our backs," Rhodey said. "I respect his decision -- don't agree with it, hate it in fact -- but it's his right and nobody else should take that away from him. People have robbed him enough already. Including me, since I stole the suit in the first place --"
"You must know that he let you take it," Phil pointed out. "You're a couple of inches taller than Tony, not to mention broader in the shoulders. Iron Man wouldn't fit you, and War Machine wouldn't fit him. That suit was made for you."
"That doesn't make me feel any better about how I got it," Rhodey said. "Tony's still pissed that I let Hammer hack it, and he's right to be. I fucked up. I know that. But this isn't just about me and Tony. We've got jobs to do, people depend on us, so we need to get our shit together." Rhodey rubbed a hand over the short ruff of his hair. "I don't know how to reopen contact, though. It's been so touch and go between us. I hoped maybe you could help with that."
"I can certainly speak with Tony about about giving War Machine a tuneup," said Phil. "If you want my advice ... ask him to upgrade the armor and the software. Once Tony gets that suit on the bench, I can't imagine him leaving anything from Hammer attached to it, nor would he leave you defenseless in the field. I think you stand a good chance of getting your weaponry fixed without having to ask for it. As you said, it should be Tony's choice."
"That might just work, if I can get the Air Force to go for it," Rhodey said.
"You could have had them off your back months ago, if you'd accepted any of the several offers of help," Phil said. Tony and JARVIS had both complained that Rhodey refused to let them intervene, and Phil had no better luck.
"I hoped it would wear off naturally," Rhodey said. "It usually does when I screw up. This time ... maybe not." His voice held a deep note of regret, like an echo lost in a well. Phil knew that Rhodey's steadfast searching was a key reason why Tony made it out of Afghanistan, but that loyalty nearly cost Rhodey his career.
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Notes:
The ring theory of communication is "Comfort In, Dump Out." This explains why it is useful to have friends or counselors outside your immediate circle when you need to deal with shit, without dumping it on people who are facing the same challenges.
Moral injury occurs when someone is forced to violate their own ethics. This kind of rupture is difficult to treat and rarely heals clean. You can see what a mess HYDRA has made of Bucky.
Skillet Hofbrau Hash is a tasty breakfast jumble.
This is Daveed. He's Jewish. In The Winter Soldier, he's the one who refused to launch the HYDRA helicarriers, even though he expected to be killed for it, reappearing in The Age of Ultron. Given the changes in LIFC, we have HYDRA nosing around but not controlling SHIELD.
Jasper Sitwell is another SHIELD agent, one of Coulson's friends. You can read more about Istanbul and burqas.
Pope Francis has made himself popular with many people, some of them quite unexpected.
Rhodey / War Machine is a friend of Tony Stark. As you can see here, Rhodey is bigger than Tony. Almost everyone is bigger than Tony when he's not in the suit. :D
This is the wingman tie that Rhodey wears.
[To be continued in Part 2 ...]
Re: THERE IS LIFC UPDATE *EXCITED WAVY FISTS AND TOES*
Date: 2016-11-02 07:50 pm (UTC):D Agreed.
>> More that Steve likes to not need help going to the bathroom or getting washed up. So Steve's bathroom is universal design, for a person of that size. <<
Exactly. I've written the whole tower as having accommodations. But there's no such thing as "universal" design, because all design choices have pros and cons. Each person's space is customized to their needs. Steve's are probably outside the legal code just because he's so damn big, but fortunately, Tony can pay fines out of petty cash. Or pay a politician to fix the laws so disabled people can have things in the size they need, not the size the law says to install. I have a scene somewhere that talks about seats and grab bars in Steve's bathroom. I may have already mentioned that he's got color-coded nozzles on every water faucet in his apartment, so he never reaches into cold water without knowing it.
>> Steve's kitchen also takes advantage that if you've got the (Stark) money, you aren't beholden to incremental changes that are sensical as evolution but aren't well planned for current purposes. <<
That makes sense. Some of it is older, stuff that he's familiar with; some is purely modern.
>> Yes, I can see Steve giving EMTs after a fight his contact info and passing out right after "Get the crunchy stuff out". <<
*laugh* I love that line. Very early in "No Winter Lasts Forever" there's a reference to Steve skidding across gravel at the beginning of a fight, and by the end of it, he had already healed over the inclusions, which meant spending hours in Medical while people dug out all the bits. :/ Poor Steve. It's rare in canon for anyone to address the drawbacks of superpowers unless it's a plot point, but they're very real.
Re: THERE IS LIFC UPDATE *EXCITED WAVY FISTS AND TOES*
Date: 2016-11-03 02:32 am (UTC)Well, I figured that the designer was given a spec of 'design 2012 like the 1930s would have it, using stuff we've got'. So, there isn't a refrigerator, there are various drawers or cabinets to that effect situated throughout Steve's kitchen, and Steve's ovens are at height and the burners adapt to the pans put on. Of course, if there was something really cool the designer couldn't source, Pepper probably caught it and told Tony to make it so.
I've variously had Barnes think about post-battle Steve repairs. It's very important as a character point for Steve. "Don't worry about it, fix that next time." The real reason Steve flirts with tanks, he's got a limb needing reset anyway.
Re: THERE IS LIFC UPDATE *EXCITED WAVY FISTS AND TOES*
Date: 2016-11-03 04:19 am (UTC)I can see the temptation, but it creates friction as soon as people realize the drawbacks. And every accommodation has pros and cons.
>> And, I have to admit, the sink kneehole would make a fine place for a library step-thing.<<
Which is great if that's what you want, but if it is not, you have lost about a cubic yard of storage space. Accessible bathrooms eat up MUCH more space. Most people would prefer to use that space elsewise. An accessible apartment takes up as much as a normal apartment plus a studio apartment and is worth less because most able-bodied people don't want it. Grab bars are almost always ugly and in the way if you don't need them. Lever handles are fantastic if you can't turn round ones, but bad if you have cats or toddlers who can then open all the doors or if you tend to get hung on the open edge of the lever (which can't happen with a cylindrical handle and is less common with a mushroom). Many things put in reach for a wheelchair rider are so low they give an average or taller person back problems trying to use. Curbless showers get water everywhere. It's perfectly possible to design a roll-in shower with a ramped edge and lower basin, but those are very rare. Most designs expect you to just put up with getting water everywhere.
I think the concept of accessible design is necessary, but the execution usually sucks so bad that people who need it grudgingly tolerate it and people who don't need it resist strenuously because they have better options they can use. Very little effort goes into making versions that are functional, attractive, and don't cause problems. It needs a lot more work.
>> Well, I figured that the designer was given a spec of 'design 2012 like the 1930s would have it, using stuff we've got'. So, there isn't a refrigerator, there are various drawers or cabinets to that effect situated throughout Steve's kitchen, and Steve's ovens are at height and the burners adapt to the pans put on. Of course, if there was something really cool the designer couldn't source, Pepper probably caught it and told Tony to make it so.<<
That's interesting. I do know that JARVIS can run the stoves and all the other appliances that are hooked into the tower system. People just say, "JARVIS, put that in for 20 minutes at 350 degrees" or whatever and he does it.
>>I've variously had Barnes think about post-battle Steve repairs. It's very important as a character point for Steve. "Don't worry about it, fix that next time." The real reason Steve flirts with tanks, he's got a limb needing reset anyway.<<
*wince* I bet that happened a lot in the war. No wonder poor Bucky is so twedgy about Steve's health.
Re: THERE IS LIFC UPDATE *EXCITED WAVY FISTS AND TOES*
Date: 2016-11-03 07:25 am (UTC)I've since my Janet focused story put up another in the same AU with a lot of Coulson, and some interaction with JARVIS.
Re: THERE IS LIFC UPDATE *EXCITED WAVY FISTS AND TOES*
Date: 2016-11-03 07:42 am (UTC)That's true.
They have also privileged some disabilities over everything else. It's all about wheelchair access. They care fuckall about Deaf people (who need light-wired doorbells and clear lines of sight), blind people (who need smooth transitions, yet plenty of walls to follow, and whose idea of decoration is texture), or anyone else. And the needs of Deaf vs. blind people are almost diametrically opposed, as are blind people and wheelchair users on curb cuts.
One thing I've seen is a call for flexibility over rigidity in accommodations. Adjustable shelves, removable cabinets so that roll-under spaces can be created if desired, pocket doors and removable walls, faucets that can be set for manual or automatic use, etc. That way people can use what they need.
One thing I think would be enormously useful is the kind of handbook I've seen in Terramagne. There are ones organized by place (accommodations that make a kitchen easier to use) and by disability (accommodations that vision-impaired people often find useful) and so forth. That means a person with a new disability can look up what they have and some ideas for solving problems. An employer who's just hired a Deaf coder can sit down with the office manual and discuss what would be helpful. Someone with a long-term disability could hire an architect to modify their house now that they know what they need, and that architect would have a book of sample blueprints that other people had used for accommodations. I've only found page-sized versions of any of this here; the longer ones are compilations that include a page or two for different disabilities. There's no really big list, but people with disabilities have to modify shit all day long. The information exists but has not been compiled and correlated into usable form yet.
>> Yes, some adaptations do hog the real estate, and you do have to play a percentages game there. In the end, there will be a shake out of the things that are useful for a lot of people and aren't detrimental, things that work for some and not others, and things that are of very specialized use.<<
Exactly.
>>I've since my Janet focused story put up another in the same AU with a lot of Coulson, and some interaction with JARVIS.<<
Go you!
Re: THERE IS LIFC UPDATE *EXCITED WAVY FISTS AND TOES*
Date: 2016-11-03 08:19 am (UTC)Yes, pattern books would be a boon. That's how smaller structures (the sort that a builder can do without needing Structural Engineering numbers) used to be built, the business would have recipes for all the parts and they could be stitched together. Spec building needs higher standards, because it rarely suits anyone's needs (doesn't fit furniture that exists, doesn't make use of the site well, is enough off without being obvious in its badness) and just encourages neighborhood turn over.
Re: THERE IS LIFC UPDATE *EXCITED WAVY FISTS AND TOES*
Date: 2016-11-04 09:34 am (UTC)True. So often people don't think beyond the obvious. *sigh* "Nothing about us without us" is a good rule of thumb. Gallaudet has the best Deaf architecture for the simple reason it is increasingly designed by and for Deaf people.
>> Yes, pattern books would be a boon. That's how smaller structures (the sort that a builder can do without needing Structural Engineering numbers) used to be built, the business would have recipes for all the parts and they could be stitched together. <<
I've seen plenty of designs for different styles of ADA bathrooms, but rarely collected together.
Some universal design principles are good, others less so. Frex, the bias against segregation: people REALLY want their toilets segregated by sex, and what do you know, women take longer in the can than men do, and disabled people take longer than abled people, which affects both the number and the footprint of the facilities. So to make people happy, they're neither unified nor identical nor even equal; but they should be the same quality and suited to actual needs.
I did find this guide that considers many different disabilities.
>> Spec building needs higher standards, because it rarely suits anyone's needs (doesn't fit furniture that exists, doesn't make use of the site well, is enough off without being obvious in its badness) and just encourages neighborhood turn over.<<
Sadly so.
Re: THERE IS LIFC UPDATE *EXCITED WAVY FISTS AND TOES*
Date: 2016-11-04 04:24 pm (UTC)That's cool that there are specialists in that line.
I'm awaiting stalled family bathrooms, so that multiple adults with small children can get them pottied. And someone has got to get a better bit of software on the automatic flushes or the paper dispenser needs to be positioned more aptly.
Re: THERE IS LIFC UPDATE *EXCITED WAVY FISTS AND TOES*
Date: 2016-11-04 04:32 pm (UTC)Well, that's a disaster. Old people are becoming a larger part of society, and few of them are flexible. They can barely bend to reach a regular-height fountain; the only ones who'll be able to reach a lower one are those actually in wheelchairs. Or yogis. >_< Water fountains are another area where unity leads to less functionality.
>>That's cool that there are specialists in that line.<<
Agreed, and we need more of them.
>> I'm awaiting stalled family bathrooms, so that multiple adults with small children can get them pottied.<<
That would be a good idea, yes. There are a few family bathrooms with stalls. There's also a trend toward supplying a shower or bathtub in family bathrooms, in case of messes. Very convenient, and makes it possible for more people to go out-and-about all day.
Something else I've made a point to watch for is adult-size changing tables. You almost never see these, but a few ADA cubicles and family bathrooms are starting to include them. I came across a reference in ADA bathroom descriptions, and it alerted me that without that facility, those people are very limited in how long they can be out. It's like for them there are NO BATHROOMS.
>> And someone has got to get a better bit of software on the automatic flushes or the paper dispenser needs to be positioned more aptly. <<
If only. I have largely given up on automatics because they so rarely work for me. But so have many other people. It's cute if it works, but it fails so often -- and there's no manual backup -- that people are just reducing their use flush, soap, water, and dry services. This is bad for hygiene, and that means it discourages toilet use at all.
Re: THERE IS LIFC UPDATE *EXCITED WAVY FISTS AND TOES*
Date: 2016-11-04 05:11 pm (UTC)most of the places I go generally have another way to get at toweling or the toweling isn't auto. But where they mount the tp causes one to cue the toilet to flush when that's premature. This might be related to how short I am, the poor sensor has limited real estate to notice me. Yes, I wave at all autodoors. This caused a few laughs in Europe until the person giggling thought about the way ours are mounted. "Yours don't notice you." Not reliably.
Re: THERE IS LIFC UPDATE *EXCITED WAVY FISTS AND TOES*
Date: 2016-11-04 05:16 pm (UTC)That's extremely problematic because there is often a large gap between what someone actually needs and can afford, and what current law requires. So old things break or wear down, and don't get replaced. Or like what happened on the Appalachian Trail, new facilities don't get installed at all because the addition of required-but-not-useful elements would push it above the threshold of feasibility. It's showing up with curbcuts where people have noticed the cheese grater problem and therefore don't make repairs because it would require installing the new version that most people hate.
>> most of the places I go generally have another way to get at toweling or the toweling isn't auto.<<
That's prudent. But I've noticed a trend toward automating everything, which makes restrooms less usable overall.
>> But where they mount the tp causes one to cue the toilet to flush when that's premature. This might be related to how short I am, the poor sensor has limited real estate to notice me. <<
The ones I've seen are often on a timer instead of a motion tracker.
>> Yes, I wave at all autodoors. This caused a few laughs in Europe until the person giggling thought about the way ours are mounted. "Yours don't notice you." Not reliably. <<
Yeah, I just got into the habit of making the same "Door, open" sweep that I use to open doors in magical settings. It works.
Re: THERE IS LIFC UPDATE *EXCITED WAVY FISTS AND TOES*
Date: 2017-04-02 05:33 am (UTC)Another area of design that is not normally addressed is sensory needs. Public restrooms SUCK at this. My experience of public restrooms, as an autistic person with some sensory problems, is that they are normally too loud and too bright, have bad textures everywhere, are hard to navigate because they aren't visually/kinesically clear paths that don't cross 'lanes' with people coming in and out of stalls. Air fresheners always, and soap sometimes, are nauseating to smell. Automatic toilets don't flush when I need them to and do when I don't, stall heights are such that the only way I can have enough actual privacy to relax enough to be comfortable using the restroom is if I wait for the bathroom to be empty, doors are hard to latch. People are uncomfortably alert to my trying to attend to private personal hygiene needs, and stare at me if I do something at the sink, or when I come out of a stall if I do it in a stall, like brush my hair, that I need to do and belongs in the bathroom but isn't a default public restroom activity; so I worry about how people are rating my clothing, gender presentation, hygiene, interpersonal skills.
And I cannot use the newer air dryers becuase the noise is physically painful, and shiver and cringe continously, covering my ears if possible, if someone else does.
Gender neutral, single, ADA or family restrooms are much better for me. I am so happy every time I see one and will walk out of my way to use that one instead of the multi-stall one for my assigned gender.
SOME of what would fix problems for me would help someone else - I think few people would have a PROBLEM with less-toxin-laden, less-scented soap. But some of it would be counterproductive for others if it was designed around my needs, as with the above comment about how stalls in family restrooms would help families with children at several ages/privacy levels, and mean more than one family could use a restroom at a time; that would take away the single restrooms designed for one user with or without a helper that I always look for.
I think having *choices* helps, as with a water fountain with several heights. But that is expensive in money. And making people miserable doesn't show up as a budget line item for the builders, just every time in terms of people's time and choices, and down the line in the expenses for emergency services.
Re: THERE IS LIFC UPDATE *EXCITED WAVY FISTS AND TOES*
Date: 2019-08-18 04:52 am (UTC)Grab Bars?
Date: 2017-05-10 06:03 am (UTC)Have I missed something?
I do think the colored faucets are a wonderful addition for Steve, and it was wry thoughtful of Tony (with Jarvis' suggestions, perhaps) to provide this. Tony did such a good job of assessing needs and preparing a floor for each Avenger, I assume Steve has a studio that Tony built for him?
Does Thor have a floor? He is off planet much of the time.
Re: Grab Bars?
Date: 2017-05-10 06:17 am (UTC)Because he's a superhero and gets bashed to hell on a frequent basis. Consequently, all the Avengers' bathrooms are accessible. You never know when someone's going to come home on crutches, in a sling, in a wheelchair, or with several hundred stitches that make bending impossible. Steve isn't invulnerable, he just heals fast. All that means is his injuries are unpleasant for hours or days instead of weeks or months.
>> Or seats- I assume by this you mean in the shower. <<
Yes. It's a huge shower, there's plenty of room. *laugh* They could probably all fit in one shower, if Bruce was fronting.
>> I'm curious, I haven't noticed Steve or Bucky having challenges that would necessitate permanent accommodations. Bucky struggles with his memory, but seems to be able bodied, with the occasional exception of his arm.<<
Look at him in the movie again, and you can see how wobbly he was sometimes, outside of combat. That, the depersonalization and derealization, and tendency toward flashbacks make the grab bars and seats occasionally useful.
>> I do think the colored faucets are a wonderful addition for Steve, and it was wry thoughtful of Tony (with Jarvis' suggestions, perhaps) to provide this. <<
Yay! :D
>> Tony did such a good job of assessing needs and preparing a floor for each Avenger, I assume Steve has a studio that Tony built for him? <<
Yep. Plus the one in company space for all the Stark Industries employees. Tony fools around in that one sometimes.
>> Does Thor have a floor? He is off planet much of the time.<<
Thor has a floor, it's just decorated to fairly basic standards thus far. He has to, it's not like he can stay in a hotel, what a nightmare that would be. :/