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: What does S.H.I.E.L.D. stand for, Agent Ward? Grant Ward
: Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. Maria Hill
: And what does that mean to you? Grant Ward
: It means someone really wanted our initials to spell out "shield." It means we're the line between the world and the much weirder world. We protect people from news they aren't ready to hear. And when we can't do that, we keep them safe.
: Something turns up like this Chitauri neural link... we get to it before someone bad does. Maria Hill
: Any idea who Vanchat was planning to sell it to? Grant Ward
: I'm more interested how this Rising Tide group found out about it. I thought they were just hackers. What changed? Maria Hill
: Everything's changing. A little while ago, most people went to bed thinking that the craziest thing in the world was a billionaire in a flying metal suit. Then aliens invade New York then were beaten back by among others, a giant green monster, a costumed hero from the 40's, and a God. Grant Ward
: I don't think Thor's technically a God. Maria Hill
: Well, you haven't been near his arms.
: The battle of the New York was the end of the world. This - now - is the new world. People are different. They have access to tech, to formula, secrets they're not ready for. Grant Ward
: Why was I pulled out of Paris? Maria Hill
: That, you have to ask Agent Coulson. Grant Ward
: Uh, yeah. I'm clearance Level Six. I know that... Agent Coulson was killed in action before the battle of New York. Got the full report. Phil Coulson
: [walks out of the dark
] Welcome to Level Seven.
] Phil Coulson
: Sorry, that corner was really dark, I couldn't help myself. I think there's a bulb out.
: Director Fury faked your death - to motivate the Avengers. Maria Hill
: Well, the death of a common ally is a particulary team builder. Phil Coulson
: Plus, it wasn't much of a stretch. I stopped breathing for about 40 seconds. Maria Hill
: Eight. It gets longer every time you tell it. Phil Coulson
: Yeah, well, you get shanked by the Asgardian Mussolini, you can tell it your way. I was looking at the big white light, and it felt a lot longer than eight seconds. Grant Ward
: Do they know? The Avengers - that Fury played them? Maria Hill
: They're not Level Seven. Phil Coulson
: Got of the I.C.U., Fury stuck me in a grass shack in Tahiti. Rough gig. Mai Tais, Travis McGee novels, and a physical therapist whose command of English was... irrelevant.
: Agent Hill did a very detailed assessment of your last three missions. Combat, top grades. Espionage, she gave you the highest marks since Romanoff. Under people skills she drew a... I think it's a little poop, with knives sticking out of it. Grant Ward
: WHAT? Phil Coulson
: That's bad right? Maria Hill
: [after Ward leaves
] It was a porcupine. It was not a poop. It just means he... Phil Coulson
: No, I'm pretty sure...
[Looks at the book
: I would have been very happy not to clear you, Phil. I'd love for you to rest up some more. Phil Coulson
: I've had plenty of that. Thanks. Maria Hill
: You sure? Phil Coulson
: You should go sometime. Maria Hill
: Where? Phil Coulson
: Tahiti. It's a magical place. Maria Hill
: Three days in, I'd be begging for an assignment. Phil Coulson
] Dr. Streiten
: Tahiti. He really doesn't know does he? Maria Hill
: He can never know.
: If I come out, will you shoot me? 'Cause then I won't come out. Colonel Glenn Talbot
: Hold your fire, soldiers. Phil Coulson
: This is one of the most classified facilities on the planet, colonel. How the hell did you find it? Maria Hill
: I told them.
: Wow. I can't believe he shot Lola. Phil Coulson
: I can't talk about it.
: Maria Hill. I kind of hoped you went down with the Triskelion. Maria Hill
: And I kind of hoped you weren't the duplicitous lowlife you turned out to be, but here we are.
: Yeah, it went as expected. SHIELD implodes, and everyone wants answers. The CIA, NSA, NRO them I can handle. But Congress? Congress is like kindergarten. "Where is this Fridge?" "What was in there?" "Who or what is a man-thing?" I swear I need a cocktail and a lobotomy.
: You know, I never liked you, Ward, not since our first sit-down, but I never figured you for John Garrett's lapdog. Grant Ward
: A lot of us lost respect for Fury when he picked you as his second. If he needed eye candy around, he could have at least picked Romanoff. Maria Hill
: That's funny. I'll tell her you said that.
] Maria Hill
: You put those people together, you can't expect what's going to happen...
: When did you become an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics? Tony Stark
: Last night. The packet. Selvig's notes, the extraction theory papers. Am I the only one who did the reading?
: Sir, those cards were in Phil Coulson's locker, not his pocket. Nick Fury
: They needed a push in the right direction.
[sees the Quinjet takes off
] Nick Fury
: They got it.
] Maria Hill
: Sir, how does it work now? They've gone their separate ways, some pretty extremely far. We get into a situation like this again, what happens then? Nick Fury
: They'll come back. Maria Hill
: You really sure about that? Nick Fury
: I am. Maria Hill
: Why? Nick Fury
: Because we'll need them to.
: [Covering his eye, looks around
] How does Fury even see these? Maria Hill
: He turns. Tony Stark
: Sounds exhausting.
[from title reveal trailer
] Tony Stark
: I don't play well with others... Thor
: After all this time, why return now? Steve Rogers
: Here with a mission, sir? Trying to get me back in the world? Bruce Banner
: We're not a team, we're a time bomb. Maria Hill
: They've gone their separate ways... Nick Fury
: They'll come back... Nick Fury
: Because we'll need them to.
: Things rough at the top, Hill? Maria Hill
: Let's just say I slept better when YOU were the one being woken at 3:00 AM to deal with the interdimensional threat of the month. Nick Fury
: I'll be back as soon as we wrap up the Skrull hunt. Until then, drink more coffee.
: I've had the same car since I was nineteen years old and never had a problem; yet this thing
] Maria Hill
: falls out of the sky every other Thursday!