𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 || m. may & p. coulson

Stay with me

A/N : After two weeks on Tahiti with May, Coulson slips into a coma. He wakes up after eighteen years and learns that he has a daughter. Philinda, the team friendship.

For the needs of the story, let's all agree that May can get pregnant on the end of season 5, since we don't know how old she actually is. Song I put into the story is Supermarket Flowers by Ed Sheeran, check it out! The story is a little messy, but I do hope you'll understand what I had in mind.

DISCLAIMER : Not mine, everything belongs to MCU.

Oh I'm in pieces, it's tearing me up, but I know

A heart that's broke is a heart that's been loved.

So I'll sing Hallelujah

You were an angel in the shape of my mum

When I fell down you'd be there holding me up

Spread your wings as you go

And when God takes you back he'll say Hallelujah

You're home.

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She was so beautiful.

Phil Coulson knew that he was running out of time and he couldn't do anything to stop it. He has exceeded his limit long ago. You can't fool your destiny.

Breathing became so difficult and painful as if the tank had run over his chest. His lungs were burning with a living fire, with the last of their strength trying to get even a little air to his body. His heart was beating quickly and unevenly, as if it was about to jump out, and then slowing down, as if it was not going back to its rhythm anymore. The blood in his veins was running slower. Muscles have become too slender to be able to move them. His brain wasn't working as it should, making attempts to focus on anything more and more difficult.

Two weeks.

He got to spent two best weeks of his life on Tahiti, and now he was dying.

He was scared like hell.

And at the same time he was calm, he knew he wasn't dying for real, because the other half of his soul was lying next to him, safe and healthy. Alive.

He had been going through this for an hour now, but he didn't wake her up. He didn't want the image of him dying in the nightmares waking her almost every night. He didn't want her to see him in such a state. She saw too much of death. At least in this way he could protect her from suffering, maybe make her feel less broken afterwards.

He looked at her sleepy form with feverish eyes. She was laying under the blanket, curled up like a small child, and her fingers were moving gently on the pillow. Her lovely face was calm, her long eyelashes casting a shadow over her cheeks. The moonlight coming through the window was reflecting off her dark hair. She looked like an angel.

Phil Coulson regretted many things in his life, but he would never forgive himself for hiding his feelings for her for so long. What was he waiting for? What was he afraid of? If he hadn't been such a coward, if he had gathered his courage before, maybe everything would have gone differently. Maybe instead of letting her leave with Andrew, he would be with her when she needed him most. Maybe he could help her more after Bahrain, and maybe he wouldn't lose her again. Maybe he could propose to her, maybe they could have a wonderful family, a house with a garden and a dog, somewhere far away from people, in a place that would only be theirs. Why did he allow all of this to pass through his fingers? Why was he so stupid?