forgerextraordinaire requested:

"Explain to me what’s going on."

broken-weapon:

broken-weapon-deactivated201511:

“There’s no time.” Phil said, tight lipped as he tried to hustle Jamison out the side entrance. “Get out of here, lay low until I send you word. Can’t explain it right now but you need to trust me. Now go.”

“Won’t take much to drop me today.” Phil grimaced as he limped slowly into the house. Obviously Eames was taking precautions, something the older agent heartily approved of. He sank down onto the couch, face pale from both slight bloodloss as well as pain. He propped his left foot up onto the table and it was obvious that his knee had been wrapped up. There were cuts on his face as well as on other places on his body.

“Christ, Coulson,” he muttered, slamming the door shut behind him. Flipping the safety back into place, he rushed to the couch so he could get a good look at the other agent. “Now you’re going to tell me what happened. And why you sent me away. I could have helped you stubborn git.” Eames gave him the once over and was relieved to know there was a med kit in the house. A simple one but one nonetheless. First he wanted information, then he would work on cleaning up Coulson.