Gathering

The sky was clear, white clouds drifting lazily. Washington. S.H.I.E.L.D. Triskelion Building. Agent Phil Coulson stood in a corner behind the railings of the plaza, dressed in a fitted black suit. The sun shone on his face from afar, warming even his scalp. He raised his head, put on his sunglasses, and stared directly at the sun with narrowed eyes. In his distant gaze, he gradually spotted a black dot appearing before it.