Seriously, WHAT IS MY BRAIN
Nov. 30th, 2011 12:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sirona_ficsOkay okay so, uh. I have had this thought and now I CANNOT UNSEE IT.
Ready?
SON OF COUL IS IN FACT SON OF CANTON EVERETT DELAWARE III (ADOPTED).
Because fuck, it makes SO MUCH SENSE that he would be. And Canton is damned if he's naming his son Canton, all right, Phil is a perfectly good name, and it's the kid's actual name anyway, and besides, David likes it (sorry,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pocky_slash, I have completely stolen your head canon because it's my head canon now too). And they find this kid quite by chance, one night when fall is slipping into winter and the weather turns vicious, hiding behind a dumpster near their building. They coax him out, and take him in, warm him and feed him and make him take a hot shower and drink a cup of hot cocoa and put him to bed on their sofa, and spend the night watching anxiously from the kitchenette as the kid sleeps. He's hardly said two words to them, but they managed to find out his name is Phil. He won't tell them what happened to his parents, or anything else for that matter. And then very early in the morning, just before dawn, David goes to bed at last, exhausted from his twelve-hour shift and another five hours of fretting about this kid and what to do about him, because they can't just let him live on the streets. And Canton follows, but he can't quite fall asleep, head all screwed up with thoughts of his father and his mother and their complete and utter lack of interest in him; that for all their money, Canton grew up alone and alienated, that the FBI gave him a chance to belong, a family he hadn't looked for, until they tried to tell him whom he could and could not love; and that would be just fine, except; except he meets David, and even after one date he knows that all bets are off.
So he's still awake when there's a near-silent shuffle in the living room, but Canton is an agent, a damn good one at that, and there's no pulling the wool over his eyes when it comes to his job. He gets up quietly, walks to the doorway to the living room to find Phil struggling back into his filthy clothes that David had set aside to be thrown out, and the kid won't look around him, stares hard at the floor, like he could avoid thinking about what he's doing if he just focuses hard enough, but Canton knows that look, he damn well invented it, and he knows too well what's going on through this kid's head, thoughts of 'too good' and 'they'd just throw me out anyway, best to make myself scarce', and 'worthless' and just.
Canton can't let him go.
So he goes inside, and Phil starts, small and scrawny and underfed and with this hopelessness and stubborn determination etched too deep already into his too-young features, and. And there's a talk, and Canton somehow manages to convince him to stay, and petitions to adopt him, and he and David raise him AND OH GOD, SOMEBODY PLEASE STOP ME BEFORE THIS TURNS INTO 10K OF ~FEEEEELINGS AND PHIL MF COULSON, BAMF EXTRAORDINAIRE, GROWING UP WITH THE BAMFEST BAMF THAT IS CANTON EVERETT DELAWARE III.
Ready?
SON OF COUL IS IN FACT SON OF CANTON EVERETT DELAWARE III (ADOPTED).
Because fuck, it makes SO MUCH SENSE that he would be. And Canton is damned if he's naming his son Canton, all right, Phil is a perfectly good name, and it's the kid's actual name anyway, and besides, David likes it (sorry,
pocky_slash, I have completely stolen your head canon because it's my head canon now too). And they find this kid quite by chance, one night when fall is slipping into winter and the weather turns vicious, hiding behind a dumpster near their building. They coax him out, and take him in, warm him and feed him and make him take a hot shower and drink a cup of hot cocoa and put him to bed on their sofa, and spend the night watching anxiously from the kitchenette as the kid sleeps. He's hardly said two words to them, but they managed to find out his name is Phil. He won't tell them what happened to his parents, or anything else for that matter. And then very early in the morning, just before dawn, David goes to bed at last, exhausted from his twelve-hour shift and another five hours of fretting about this kid and what to do about him, because they can't just let him live on the streets. And Canton follows, but he can't quite fall asleep, head all screwed up with thoughts of his father and his mother and their complete and utter lack of interest in him; that for all their money, Canton grew up alone and alienated, that the FBI gave him a chance to belong, a family he hadn't looked for, until they tried to tell him whom he could and could not love; and that would be just fine, except; except he meets David, and even after one date he knows that all bets are off.So he's still awake when there's a near-silent shuffle in the living room, but Canton is an agent, a damn good one at that, and there's no pulling the wool over his eyes when it comes to his job. He gets up quietly, walks to the doorway to the living room to find Phil struggling back into his filthy clothes that David had set aside to be thrown out, and the kid won't look around him, stares hard at the floor, like he could avoid thinking about what he's doing if he just focuses hard enough, but Canton knows that look, he damn well invented it, and he knows too well what's going on through this kid's head, thoughts of 'too good' and 'they'd just throw me out anyway, best to make myself scarce', and 'worthless' and just.
Canton can't let him go.
So he goes inside, and Phil starts, small and scrawny and underfed and with this hopelessness and stubborn determination etched too deep already into his too-young features, and. And there's a talk, and Canton somehow manages to convince him to stay, and petitions to adopt him, and he and David raise him AND OH GOD, SOMEBODY PLEASE STOP ME BEFORE THIS TURNS INTO 10K OF ~FEEEEELINGS AND PHIL MF COULSON, BAMF EXTRAORDINAIRE, GROWING UP WITH THE BAMFEST BAMF THAT IS CANTON EVERETT DELAWARE III.
