You need to help your Family!

After Nick Fury's meeting,

Phil Coulson sits in his black SUV looking for the red-eye guy from New York. He spent the last month in some of the most dangerous areas in NY, but he did not succeed in catching David. His agents are waiting nearby to strike when the time is right.

Coulson's POV:

Every time Director Fury thinks we've got a superhuman on our hands, he sends me out to deal with them. Why people cannot be like Stark and simply show up and make my work easy?

My new target is a pain in the ass. He appears out of nowhere, beats up a gang or criminal, and steals their money. Afterwards he simply disappears.

Always strike in the cameras blind spots or in very dark alleyways. The only picture that shows his face has his head hidden in the shadows, only red glowing eyes could be seen.

I exhaled loudly and said "We have Hawkeye and Natasha to deal with people like this but no the good old Phil must do it."

Suddenly it felt like I wasn't alone anymore. I looked up slowly in the back mirror to see a man sitting right behind me. His face was handsome and sharp, but the most shocking thing was his bright red glowing eyes, which seemed to pierce my soul.

"Hello Mr. Coulson, I heard that you are looking for me. You are lucky I also looked out for you."

Hearing this, my left hand wanders to my jacket to grab my pistol from my right holster.

"You see, we will seek the same goals in the near future, so I am proposing that you help me in some ways." said the man while smiling

"I think you got the wrong person here. I don't know what you are talking about."

Hearing this the man started to laugh a bit.

"Phillip Coulson, Shield agent. Your director is Nick Fury. Seems to be right no?"

How does he know that? It's not like Shield is running around and announcing that. So no time to pretend, I will confront him.

"And if I tell you that we have even more for you when you join us? We could use someone with your abilities."

The man laughed louder at this.

"Joining a corrupt organisation? No thanks. If I wanted to be controlled like a little bitch, I would have joined Charles Xavier."

Apparently he doesn't think highly of our organization or maybe he doesn't like bald guys who knows.

"So what do you want from me?"

The man comes closer to my seat.

"I want all the information on every meta human you found till now and if something new comes up I want you to send me this information too."

Is he crazy? I would never betray the Shield.

"And if I say no?"

His smile vanishes and he becomes serious. Afterwards he grabs a knife seemingly out of nowhere and says.

"Then I have no use for you."

The next moment I knew he would kill me unless I cooperated. And if I am unable to convince him, I need to get rid of him.

I don't know if I have enough time to contact the other agents but if they hear the gunshots they will come here.

I grab my weapon from my jacket and at the same time push my seat back.

The man let the knife fall to the floor when the seat hit him. He seemed stunned for a moment. It's my chance now, so I aim back and pull the trigger. But he shifts his body and avoids the first bullet, then grabs my hand and twists it.

I hate pistols in close quarter combat.

Letting go of the pistol, I push myself from the seat and break free of the man's hold. With my back against the steering wheel, I grab another pistol from my left holster. Now that I have the upper hand, I can take him down.

At the same time the man grabs something behind his back and then throws it at me. I pull the trigger but the man shifts his body at superhuman speed and I only manage to graze his shoulder.

I wanted to shoot again but then I felt a horrible pain in my chest. Looking down, I saw a knife stuck in it.

My vision becomes blurred, and I can only see darkness. Sometimes I hate this job.

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In the next moment I suddenly sat back in my seat like nothing had happened. And the man was still smiling at me from behind.

"Why are you so shocked? Did you see a ghost?"

I still couldn't say anything.

"I'm sorry but I need the info so if you don't want to help me, I will force you."

As I look in the back mirror the black comma in the glowing eyes starts to spin.

Suddenly I feel like I have known the man my whole life. Upon closer examination, he looks like my long-lost brother Dom and if he is here I need to help him.

Always help your family!

My voice in my head became a lot deeper when I thought about this.

"Phil, will you help me?"

I smiled at him and say "Of course but it seems that I lost your phone number. Can you give it to me?"

Dom pulls out an old mobile phone from his pocket and says.

"I will call you. I don't have a new number yet."

So I gave him my number and he left the car.

"What a nice guy. Finally my family is complete." What a good day to be on the lookout!