Coulson Squared

Phil Coulson: World's Biggest Drama Queen (Part 2)

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"You know you're late," Ward scolded Skye.

"I'm tired from the morning's workout," she complained. "I thought I was joining SHIELD, not 24 hour fitness."

"Oh, honey, when you're a field agent, those two are basically the same thing," you said. "I grew up with it, though, so I don't know what it's like going from no exercise to SHIELD workouts 24/7."

"It's called relative strength training, starting with the basics," Ward continued. "And next time, you do 15 push-ups for every minute you're late."

"You're a lot nicer than I was to my students. I made them run the whole workout twice if they were late," you commented.

"See, Skye, I told you that you were getting the better deal training with me than with (Y/N). She's a lot meaner than she'd like you to believe."

"Fine, Mr. Fun Machine. At least push-ups are better than pull-ups," Skye spat. "I don't ever want to do another pull-up again."

"You find yourself hanging off the edge of a building twenty stories up, you're gonna want to do at least one," Ward said.

"I do three, then flip myself like I'm playing Super Smash Brothers. It's more effective than you would think," you advised.

"Stand here. Jab cross, like this," Ward said, throwing a couple of punches at the bag to demonstrate. He then moved Skye to the same spot and positioned her arms. "10 minutes."

Skye threw a couple of lousy punches before Ward interrupted her.

"You know the hardest part about boxing?" he asked.

"Getting punched in the face?" Skye ventured sarcastically.

"Keeping your hands up," Ward corrected.

"I wholeheartedly agree with that," you nodded. "Getting punched in the face sucks, but if you have your hands up, then you can just hit 'em right back. If you don't, you just keep yourself open for more punches to the face."

"Why do I even have to do this?" Skye complained. "I'm sure Fitz-Simmons' supervising officer didn't make them do this muscle stuff."

"You said you wanted to be a field agent, like the Coulsons. Well, if you'd like to switch disciplines..." Ward trailed off, glancing over at the quirky scientists in the lab. "Hey, Simmons. What did your SO give you guys for morning drills?"

"Oh, atomistic attribute drills," she answered eagerly. "Yeah, we'd name the mechanical, chemical, thermal, and—"

"Electrical properties of materials," Fitz finished.

"Okay, okay. They made your point," Skye conceded unenthusiastically with a wimpy slap against the bag.

"There will come a moment when you have to commit to this or bail," Ward lectured, holding the bag in place as Skye half heartedly attacked the bag. "Every field agent has a defining moment—ask either one of the Coulsons—when you have to make the hard call to either dedicate yourself to this or to curl up in a ball and run."

"How can you run if you're curled up in a ball?" Skye joked.

"She makes a fair point," you shrugged, "but I think it's more your mental state that's curled up in a ball. You might be running, but in your mind, you're scared to death, curled up in the fetal position."

"Thank you for clarifying, (Y/N). Skye, it's my job as your SO to make sure you don't die before you get to that defining moment," Ward said, readjusting Skye's wrapped fists. "Come on."