Could You Be Any Louder?
"Could you be any louder?" demands Hunter with a wince.
Daisy exchanges a look with Coulson, who shrugs, understandably since they weren't talking loudly at all.
"Hangover?" she asks, without any great sympathy, because she feels he deserves to suffer if he's been boozing after another fight with Bobbi.
Hunter groans, and Daisy rolls her eyes at Coulson, who smirks back at her over the oblivious Brit's head.
"You know, Phil and I were just about to grab some breakfast," she tells him. "Bacon and eggs, beans, and – " She gets no further before Hunter bolts from the kitchen, one hand pressed to his mouth, the other against his stomach.
"Daisy," Coulson says, chuckling quietly. "You don't think you were a little bit mean?"
"Nope," she says firmly. "He should stop fighting with Bobbi. She's healing as fast as she can, and she has far more right to go after Ward than he does – she is the one who was tortured, not Hunter. He's just hurt in his male pride." She snorts. "Typical man."
She feels Coulson go tense beside her, and she immediately turns towards him, an apology on her lips, but he reaches out and touches her elbow.
"Don't," he says softly. "You've no need to apologise. And you're quite right, Daisy. I shouldn't have accused you of being mean. It was uncalled for."
"Phil." She says his name even more softly, then steps into his personal space, slipping her arms around him and holding him carefully, mindful of his arm in its sling. "Just so you know, I do not think you're a typical man."
His right arm wraps across her back and she feels his chin press against the top of her head. "Thank you," he whispers. "Thank my mom, too."
"I do," she tells him. "Or I would, if, you know – " She cuts herself off, and he pulls back to look at her.
"I appreciate the sentiment," he says.
She nods. "So, breakfast?" she asks, because this is getting a bit heavy, and she doesn't want to make him too emotional – she's already aware of how – not exactly fragile, but raw – his emotions seem to be since Mack chopped off his hand and lower arm. Not that she finds it the least surprising. Having your body transformed like that, is definitely emotionally disturbing. And she remembers very clearly how careful he was around her after San Juan.
"But maybe not bacon and eggs," he says, and lifts his sling-bound arm slightly off his chest.
"Phil, do you want bacon and eggs? Because if you do, I'll make it for you. I can manage that, at least, if you supervise?" She makes it a question because she really doesn't want to pressure him and make him uncomfortable, but if he wants bacon and eggs for breakfast, she's going to make it for him. (She has not forgotten the grilled cheese he made her when she was in the vibranium cell in the Bus, nor the lunch he made her the day he took her to The Retreat.)
"Are you sure?" he asks, sounding doubtful.
"Yep," she says firmly, and he smiles so gratefully that she has to fight the urge to kiss him. Instead she squeezes him carefully, then lets go of him and moves over to the fridge.
"One bacon and eggs breakfast for Phil coming up," she tells him, and he looks like he might just want to kiss her. She files that thought away for later consideration, however, and concentrates on getting everything she needs from the fridge.
She's completely forgotten about Hunter and his hangover.