Item 0451 - Missing Scene

Saw the ending to episode 3 thought this might of happened. It's unlikely that this will have constant updates and probably only when the mood strikes and classes permit.

Not beta'd all grammatical errors are my own.

-Devisaur

Once May left, Coulson went back to his desk and stared at the gun in contempt. Muscle memory wasn't suppose to disappear, it wasn't like memorizing spelling words, instead the movement was engrained within the fibers of the muscle. The thought that he had lost muscle memory unnerved him; he straightened out his jacket in an effort to reassure himself.

"I'm extremely rusty." he muttered to an empty room. It seemed that the time in Tahiti hadn't done any wonders for his battle prowess. Coulson looked towards the window it had gotten considerably darker his watch read 11:32 and he could hear the rain coming down. The 9mm SIG remained an eyesore, he picked it up once again. His hands conformed to the cold metal, he breathed in and ejected the magazine, his hand gripping the slide pulled back and yet it wouldn't disengage. Another two times yielded the same results.

Agent May had returned to Coulson's office to inform him that Ward would temporarily be taking over the stick for the night. She moved unhindered up the stairs and into his office only to be confronted by Coulson slamming his hand on the desk, the stapler rattled in place. May didn't flinch but she glanced over at him his shoulders were taut and his jaw set. Past his left hand a SIG rested, its magazine on the floor and its slide still in place.

She cleared her throat announcing her presence. Coulson turned around sliding the gun behind his back and placing his foot on the magazine in an attempt to conceal it. Unfortunately it didn't work considering May had the couple of seconds before he turned around to notice.

"Wards is at the stick." Coulson nodded, he crossed his arms and waited for her to leave. May's eyes continued to scrutinize him waiting for something. However Coulson didn't move. May cleared her throat. "Would.." she paused, running her tongue along the back of her teeth "you like some help?"

The room remained quiet, only the hum of the engine and the rain pattering against the window filled the silence. They continued to stare at one another while the offer hung in the air. Coulson glanced away towards some of his trinkets that loitered around. His posture was beginning to falter as the awkward stance used to conceal the magazine hurt his knee. He relented.

May took a few steps forward picked up the magazine and handed it to him. She gave him a slight nod and Coulson proceeded through the steps. Once again he failed to pull back the slide however, this time with someone watching he strained a little harder which caused his old wound to ache. He winced and if May noticed she didn't say anything. However she put her hand on the gun and relieved it from him preventing anymore pain or frustration.

"They way you're positioned to pull the slide is off." She held the gun ejected the magazine and pulled the slide back smoothly. She did it one more time to reiterate her shoulder and elbow position. May stifled a yawn as she handed the gun back to him, Coulson opened his mouth but the hard glare he received swallowed any objections he planned to voice.

He looked down at the empty pistol and went through the motions again, correcting what May had pointed out earlier. The steps were simple: eject magazine, shoulder back, elbow angled, and pull. Coulson's face contorted as he continued to jerk at the slide. Finally, he put it down on his desk he ran a hand over his face and let out a frustrated sigh.

"I'll work on it. Until then you're suppose to be gettin-" Coulson started, only to be interrupted.

"No." He lifted an eyebrow. "No."

She shook her head and handed him the gun, he held it limply not sure exactly what was about to happen. She slid underneath his arm so that her back was to his chest. She moved her hands under his, with his hands covering hers she slowly began to dismantle the gun. When her shoulder moved his did, the purpose was to slowly begin to build back his muscle memory, even if it meant that May had to do the movements for him to get it right. After about ten repetitions, she moved the gun back into his hands and leaned back against his chest waiting for him to repeat the process.

"Slowly." she commanded planning to correct him if his movements were off. He moved his arms trying to mimic the motions, she slightly corrected his elbow and he pulled on the slide. It slowly slid back. With a slight click it had properly disengaged. It took Coulson a moment to realize his success, a slight smile crept on to his face and if May's back wasn't turned to him he would of seen hers as well.

She had already moved out of his arms and was heading to the door.

"Thanks." The sincere word came softly. She nodded and her face softened for just a minute and then she turned and walked out the door.

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