[Open] Some things lead you astray

[avengeme]

Who: Phil Coulson and you
When: May 19th, afternoon
Where: near the door to the downstairs stairwell
What: Recovery from death and sending out warnings
Warnings: Mentions of murder? More to be added

Having been missing since the end of arrival day, Coulson finally awakens again on the floor of the boiler room. It feels uncomfortable and it's enough to spur him to get out through the door and climb the stairs back to the lobby, where he stands, dazed.

There's terrible bruising on his temple and some more on his chest but those are hidden under his suit. You can catch him as he makes his way to his room (110), where he fumbles with his key. The first thing he does when the door opens is reach for his tablet to send out a message.

[Network audio message. Group locked to Antoine Triplett, Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Leo Fitz, Melinda May, Natasha Romanoff, Skye, Steve Rogers]

We have a situation. Meet me in the ballroom.

After that, he'll allow himself a minute to wash up quickly before he hurries back out the door to head for the ball room, stumbling a little on his way. He still hasn't eaten but that's not the most urgent thing on his mind right now. He'll also be a little jumpy, checking behind him every once in a while to make sure Rumlow isn't just around the corner. He already made his mistake the first time, he has no intention of getting killed again.

Once the people he's looking for have all gathered, he'll say simply.

"Brock Rumlow is here. He was the leader of Fury's STRIKE team and a member of HYDRA. He's dangerous and deadly. He killed me approximately..." he frowns down at the time on his tablet. "10 days ago, so retaliating the same way is obviously not going to fly." He leans heavily against a table. "We need a better solution and fast."


((OOC: feel free to threadjack and tag each other as needed. o/))

Comments

[youcantransform]

"You've been through the wars," Harry says mildly - to say nothing of the worrisome startle response. "And absent from the hotel for over a week - were you aware of that?"

There's nothing on their tablets to give an indication of the date, after all, and the weather maintains a reliable dampness from day to day.

[avengeme]

"I was going to use the tablet to find out but thanks for noticing." There's a pause before he turns away from the door to face Harry. "I'm going to take a guess that I look terrible."

[youcantransform]

He's not wrong, but Harry's a courteous man.

"Bruised, but I've seen worse." No outward signs of concussion - the larger risk of a blow to the head - so that's something, at least. "Where have you been?"

[avengeme]

"I woke up in the boiler room. Not a fun place by the way." He glances around again then turns back to his door to properly unlock it and beckon Harry in. "Has a guy named Brock Rumlow show up on the network?"

[youcantransform]

Harry follows him through, brisk and professional.

"Not where he can be noticed."

Which, as they both know, means nothing. The technology they have access to provides for a great deal of discretion.

"No friend of yours, I presume."

[avengeme]

Coulson shuts and locks the door behind them.

"No, he's not. He's a HYDRA agent. A dangerous one. I need to get my team together and warn the hotel." He moves towards his tablet then, unlocking the screen and frowning at the unhelpful time beeping on the display. "Are you sure I've been gone a week?" It was closer to almost two weeks but, well, he has no way of knowing that.

[youcantransform]

"No - it could be longer." He pauses, thoughtful. "I don't believe I've caught a glimpse of you since the previous cohort arrived, and that was twelve days ago. What's the last you remember?"

[avengeme]

Coulson rubs at his face as he processes that. That's a long time to be gone though it's also better than being permanently dead. "Greeting someone I shouldn't have. I was murdered."

[youcantransform]

That's a rather muted response, but then again, Harry's own reaction to (and discussion of) his 'death' has been decidedly subdued.

"It seems inappropriate to offer my condolences, but I am sorry. Is there anything I can do as regards this Brock Rumlow?"

[avengeme]

Coulson just smiles wryly. "Keep away from him. I'm going to get my team to handle this." He sits, then, and concentrates on tapping out the needed names and the short message he intends to send out. "He's dangerous, part of an elite STRIKE team when he was with SHIELD."

[youcantransform]

Harry nods briskly, and privately he's curious as to how this will be 'handled' when the most permanent means of handling has apparently been denied them. He'll get out of Coulson's way shortly, but if he's seen the face he can't connect it to a name, so -

"I'll pass that on. Who ought I be looking out for?"

[avengeme]

"Brock Rumlow." He follows that up with a brief description of what Rumlow looks like. "There'll likely be a network post with more information once I meet up with my team."

He looks harried still but he'll feel better once he gets the ball rolling on Brock Rumlow.

[youcantransform]

"Of course. I'll leave you to it, then. And - difficult to say that it's good to see you back here, but it's far preferable to the alternative."