Apache Sunset

He thought of Coulson, of Fury's one good eye, a man who'd seen more than his fair share of rising tides and alien storms. A man who remained calm and clearheaded in the darkest of times, who knew numbers and sacrifices as well as any other and had made no few of them himself.

Would Coulson have understood? Agreed? Or would he have been too caught up in Captain America, propaganda and marketing and a schoolboy's hero?

“What would you have done, sir?”