Phil was humming quietly as he worked in the kitchen. He knew things were tense right now with Ross pushing through the accords and then Iron Man and Cap going at it. As Director of SHIELD he'd spent many late nights trying to sooth people behind the scenes. But now he wasn't director of anything. He was just a worried husband waiting for his spouse to get home as he cooked dinner.

This is the voicemail of Agent Phil Coulson if you aren't level seven then what the hell are you doing calling me?

[This is the contact post for muse and mun, comment here with questions and plot requests.]

I am aware that I misspell Phil's last name now and then. Please don't let that stop you from tagging me I fix it when I can.