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[ OOC: tw for mentions of blood and a corpse ]

[ So far, Jemma's managed to avoid accidentally broadcasting anything, both here and at home; she never had any sort of bathroom-microphone mishap, or even a misdirected email. Today, however, her luck changes, and she switches her communicator on as she rummages in her pocket. The camera peeks over the fabric, giving a slightly swaying view of the hallway as Jemma makes her way to her lab.

Well, her lab by way of Darcy's coffee shop, as she runs into Darcy, and she agrees to tag along with her for a bit first. ]

I was wondering if you've considered partnering with the school, or Pepper's art gallery, maybe to establish some sort of art classes? [ It's something Jemma's been thinking about since speaking with Pepper, shortly after Tony's disappearance. ] It seems like it might be a nice distraction here.

Dude, I don't think I could be a teacher or anything. At least not on a legit scale. Maybe a TA... [ Which is something she’s actually offered. She'd put in the work at college, she might as well try and use it for something -- maybe not full-blown art, though.] I could teach them about the wonders of macaroni art. Seriously, it's severely underrated.

I thought you could advertise for a teacher, if there isn't already one offering classes. It might generate some business for you, and some more artwork for Pepper's gallery. Art can be therapeutic as well -- Oh!

[ The conversation stops abruptly, and the feed sways a little more now, indicating that Jemma has stopped walking, as well, at least for a few seconds. Then the hallway swings into motion again as Jemma rushes forward and sinks to her knees. The camera picks up shards of broken glass, the frame of a broken mirror, and blood splattered across the carpet and the pieces of glass, which bounce red reflections between each other. ]

Oh my God -- Agent Coulson? Can you hear me? Darcy, help me clear some of these pieces away! Help me -- Is he still bleeding? Is he --

[ Jemma's voice shakes, and she stops firing off commands. Said commands fall on deaf ears, the only response Darcy can manage to get out being stuttered starts of words as she takes in the sight in front of her.

It takes her a moment to pull herself together enough to move, dropping next to Jemma as a tentative hand reaches out to feel for a pulse.]

He's -- There's no -- What -- [ Her voice breaks as the tears fall, now shaking hand pulling back.] We should move him. He'll -- When he wakes up, it sh-shouldn't be here. God, there's so much blo-- [ The words dissolve into a sob as memories of her own revival flood her mind. ]

We'll need help to move him. [ Jemma now sounds calm, though maybe "focused" is a better word. ] I'll call someone.

[ Her immediate thoughts are Fitz and Skye, though would they be able to help move a body easily? Maybe she should call some Avengers instead. Captain Rogers or Thor ought to be able to carry him, surely?

Jemma takes her phone out of her pocket, which now sweeps over Darcy and more hints of Coulson's body before it focuses on Jemma's face. Her cheeks are wet, and her eyes are red, but she's not crying at the moment. She frowns at her phone, then her eyes widen in realization. ]

I -- Oh. I'm... sorry to have put this out there so... [ She gives Darcy a quick look. ] We've been broadcasting all this time.

[ Jemma focuses back on the screen, and though she tries to be strong, it's a struggle. Darcy isn't even bothering to attempt to appear strong, jaw slightly slack as the next bomb sinks in. This wasn't exactly a moment she'd wanted anyone else to see, head hanging slightly to make her hair fall in her face -- obscure at least some of the tears. ]

Agent Phil Coulson has died. Darcy and I will be tending to his body. If anyone has any information as to how this happened, please inform me or someone else associated with SHIELD immediately. Thank you.

[ OOC: Replies will come from either of them. ]

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[If there's ever a time when Steve hated the concept of deja vu, it would be right about now.

It's almost an exact replica of what happened a week ago. An accidental broadcast -- last time it had been Jane and Agent Fitz, this time it's Darcy and Agent Simmons. It starts off innocently enough, and then...

The point is, Steve's grown tired of having to rush to transport dead bodies of his friends from place to place. Not because he has anything against helping, but he can't shake the feeling that he should have prevented it from happening in the first place.

Death is something that he's used to, and at least Simmons appears to be holding herself together better than Darcy. (Poor Darcy -- does that girl ever get a break?) Though whether or not Simmons is just holding strong for the sake of everyone else is hard to tell. Coulson is her superior, after all, someone she's no doubt grown close to.

Steve's own expression is calm and controlled when he calls back. He's had to deal with the aftermath of Coulson's death once before. He can do it again.]

Where exactly are you? I can help move him.

[No. No this wasn't--this wasn't suppose to happen. Why did it keep happening? First it was Jemma and now Coulson? This place just wasn't pulling any punches was it.

Fitz really wished he wasn't alone in his room right now because he managed to drop a couple circuit boards he'd been working with--since his room had turned itself into his own private mini-lab--the engineer stumbling backwards to sit on the edge of his bed.]

Jemma...

[Sorry but he can't even get the words to form correctly to ask any questions.]

[ Natasha is also quick to respond, flicking a feed open with a worried expression, frown lingering on her lips. ]

I don't have information yet but I can come look around. And help you get him out of the hall. Where are you?

[ It gives her something to do, at least, other than just get upset over another death. Something to focus on. ]

[Skye looks like she legitimately cannot believe what is happening and probably has not actually even processed things yet. It may take a moment. Her eyes are wide and she's clearly on the edge of crying. She had been about to make fun of them for accidentally turning on the feed because it's her job to tease Simmons okay? She likes that being her job. And even if she's gathered that people come back, she's not even a little bit okay with any of this. ]

Uh- Um.

[She bites onto her bottom lip for a moment and then seems to draw herself together, her breath coming hard like she's fighting breaking into tears but she somehow manages to at least pretend to be in a reasonable state. She's very clearly upset, especially to someone who knows her as well as Jemma does, but she's trying to be strong for everyone.]

I-...I can help. Simmons, where do you need me.

[It takes a moment, but she manages to pull herself together enough to grab her own device to respond. She angles her body slightly so the only thing that can be seen is her. There was no point in plastering Coulson's dead body all over the network. She takes another breath, locking her elbows so the camera feed would be steadier than she was right now.]

We're on the f-first floor. Between the stairs to the basement and the coffee shop.

We're in the hall between the stairs to the basement and the coffee shop. I -

[Nope. Nope. Not going there right now. Stick to the facts.

Her body is still angled slightly away from Phil so the only thing that can be seen is her and the wall behind her.]

Steve's on his way too.

Of course he is. I'll be right there.

[ Which she is since she hadn't been all that far away to begin with, swinging out into the hallway with a serious look on her face and a brisk, businesslike stride. It's hard to keep it professional when the person lying there is a familiar one - especially when it's Phil, who means more to all of them than any of them can properly put into words.

She takes in the scene with a quick scan of narrowed green eyes before approaching the two young women. ]

Are you both alright?

[ Because at least she could start with the people who could answer her in this hallway. ]

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[ he was about to point out that they were broadcasting and probably didn't mean to.

was being the operative word.

he saw Phil die the first time. and he knows death is not permanent here. and neither of these things helps at all.

Thor covers his mouth with his hand, drags his fingers down over his beard. after too long a moment ]

Is there... anything I can do?

[Thor... Oh no. There's a part of her that's glad her death had been during such a chaotic time - that attention hadn't been brought to it - not like this. She wasn't sure which part was worse, seeing Phil's dead body or dealing with other people's initial reactions - it all hit too close to home.]

Steve and Natasha are on their way... You -

[While she had developed some serious connections to both of them, Thor was different. Just like Jane and Erik - even Ian. They were her people from home. Someone she viewed as a part of family. What little strength she'd managed to gather up starts to chip away, not sure what to tell him or how to even begin to translate needs into words.]

I don't - I don't know. This isn't - I don-

[Eyes drift to fixate on Phil's body for a moment before returning to the screen, a gentle shake of her head as she gives up on trying to tell him what needs to happen. On what they need help with. It was something she would have to defer to someone else for, not capable of giving the instructions herself.]

[Clint makes note of this, his hand curling into a fist before he nods to himself.

They've got this well in hand.

People really need to stop dying here though. Like, a lot. He'll go looking for Natasha and get her to tell him details.]

[It's not Darcy who Steve expects to reply, but maybe Simmons is busy tending to the body. It looks like Darcy is only barely holding herself together, but maybe she'll calm down once someone else shows up to help.

As soon as she gives out the location, Steve starts down the stairs, and the hallways in the mansion whip around behind him on the feed as he gets on the move.]

We can take him up to his room. That's probably the best place for him to wake up. It's gonna be okay, Darcy.

[Right now, that's what she needs to hear.]

[ Jemma would like to say that she's holding it together, but she's only managed so far to try to clear the larger pieces of glass away -- and she's closed Coulson's eyes. Her voice is watery and thin when she speaks, off screen. ]

Do you think you'll need help, Captain? I could call someone else, too.

[ She would offer, but she doesn't think she's strong enough -- certainly not physically. She doesn't really want to find out if she'd be strong enough emotionally. ]

[ She doesn't need to see Fitz to know what he looks like right now; the sound of his voice is everything. As much as she'd like to be strong and hold it together -- especially for Fitz -- there's no way she can keep up that facade, not around him, not where it's safe to break down. ]

Oh, Fitz. [ It's soft, a whisper, and it's heartbroken. ]

He's -- He'll wake up tomorrow. [ That doesn't make staring at his corpse any easier. ]

[ It's a flurry of activity, and Jemma thinks she ought to be handling it better. The transference of Coulson's body up to his room should be her focus right now, but there's Captain Rogers, and Natasha, and Thor, and Jemma doesn't know what to do anymore, just that she can't carry Phil upstairs, and she can't clean the blood away from his face like she wants to right now.

She pushes her hair behind her ear and then tucks her arms around herself. She nods, but she doesn't meet Natasha's eyes. ]

We found him like this. He's been dead for a couple hours, maybe. [ She tries to sound clinical, composed, but there's a hollowness to her words.

She also doesn't answer Natasha's question, exactly. No, she and Darcy aren't hurt; they weren't involved in his death in that way. ]

[ It's okay; Jemma is also clearly very upset, but is trying to be strong because that's what she should be doing. It ought to be her responsibility; she's the one who acts as a doctor for their team, Coulson is her commanding officer, Darcy is a civilian. It should be Jemma who keeps it together, keeps things organized, except that she wants to turn around and cry because Coulson's body is what she hallucinated during that event, or one of the things. She didn't expect that she would see it in person herself.

It's selfish to want Skye to come here, but she doesn't want to be here alone, either. She isn't actually alone, but while Darcy is very sweet and friendly, she isn't Skye. She isn't from their team. ]

Captain Rogers and Agent Romanoff have come, Thor's offered to help. There's -- There's nothing we can do for him now, except wait for him to come back.

[ Her voice wobbles tellingly at the end, and she sniffs and looks away, not wanting Skye to see the tears welling in her eyes. ]

I think I'll need a hug later, though.

[Darcy's more than okay letting Jemma do the talking, especially about this kind of stuff. She doesn't have an on/off switch for keeping things semi-professional when it comes to death and honestly, she doesn't want one.

Rather than add anything to the conversation, or answer Natasha's question for that matter, she just focuses on picking up some of the bloody shards with her scarf and putting them into a separate pile. More of it needed to be cleared away before they tried to move him, or at least that's what she was telling herself.]

[Darcy's about 90% sure that help for him will come whether he needs it or not. It was the nature of the group. There's no comment on his saying it'll be okay, instead her gaze lingering on Phil's body for a moment before she tries to speak again. A thank you almost comes out for Jemma, for closing his eyes, but somehow it just doesn't seem right.]

He shouldn't be alone when he wakes up.

[The words are barely above a whisper, voice choking slightly as the camera gets a nice view of the ceiling for a long moment.]

[ Natasha approaches and lets her gaze take in the state of the two girls first. She reaches out to brush her hand lightly against Jemma's arm as she passes. It's a small comfort, but she offers it all the same. That it's Coulson lying there makes this especially hard for a lot of them.

She comes and crouches beside Darcy, letting her hand come to rest against the girl's back, not missing the way she was trying to occupy herself. ]

Steve is on his way and then we'll get him moved. To somewhere that's not here. Why don't we give the scene some space?

[ The suggestion is more for the pair of girls than any real need to preserve whatever might have happened here. One thing at a time, and at the moment, the living still took priority. It's what Coulson would do himself, if he were here. ]

[He hasn't known Coulson for long, but he likes the man a lot. He's been kind. That he's dead is a shock and it hurts more than Sam had expected it to. Then again, he always thinks that this time it will be easier, and then it never is. He's grateful for it.]

I'm sorry. I'm- he'll come back though, right?

No, I can carry him myself.

[Jemma probably already knew that much and had only been asking because it helped to fill the silence. Steve won't mind if they call someone else in, but he also figures that the less people who have to see this, the better.

This death would hit harder than the first if Steve didn't know Coulson would be back. He's gotten to know him better over the past few months. Right now, though, Steve's managed to blank out any of his own feelings on this. It's just about getting the job done and making sure that Jemma and Darcy are all right.]

As far as we all know, this is the first time, right? Here, I mean. Which means he'll wake up a day from when it happened. [Not that they know the time of death, although Jemma may have the capability to figure that out.]

I'm almost there. [They'll be able to see as much on the feed too, since he's not really bothering to point it at his face now.]

Y-yeah. This is his first death, I think... So he should be back in a day. He's been moved up to his room so it shouldn't -

[There's a pause, not able to get the words out. He'd be okay physically but death is a strange thing - something she still battles with in the aftermath... Although this didn't look like a murder. Not like hers.]

It'll be okay.

Is that how it works?

[ She hadn't known it down to those exact details. That explains her own death, then. ]

How long does it take the second time?

[ She's asking because she wants to distract herself, because she's still clearing away the last few pieces of glass so Captain Rogers won't have to cut himself when he carries Coulson to his room. ]

I can stay with him.

[ Jemma wants to protest, wants to stay with his body, but she knows that Natasha is right; there's nothing Jemma can do for him, other than clean him up as best she can, and she's done that already. With her mouth a tight line, she gives a short nod and turns away. She's used to dead bodies, or ought to be; it's quite another thing when it's someone you know, though, laying on the floor. ]

It seems like a strange way to die. A mirror falling on you.

Two days, as far as I know. [Steve can't speak from firsthand experience there. His only death in the mansion had actually happened on the Oregon Trail, and in that case he hadn't even had to wait a day before reviving. He'd just hung around for the rest of the time as a ghost. It doesn't really count.

By this point, he's just around the corner, so he ends the call and then appears at the end of the hallway. He spots Simmons and Darcy grouped around the body, and pauses for only a moment before approaching them.

Steve hadn't actually seen Coulson's body after his first death, so it's quieting now, to see him completely drained of life.

His gaze flicks between Jemma and Darcy.] Staying with him the whole time isn't going to do you any good. Stop by his room tomorrow. [Sitting with a corpse for twenty-four hours can't be good for anyone's psyche.]

I'm gonna lift him, all right? [Steve remains composed, calm, an anchor for both of them.]

[Sam swallows thickly, his breath sticking in his throat, and he ducks a nod.]

Yeah, yeah it will, I'm sure.

If there's anything I can do then...

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