Agent Coulson's trademark serene smile dipped downward at the question. "Uh, that one's mine. I didn't know what you liked so I brought some packets over. But you can have it since it's already prepared." He really couldn't talk like a normal person around Captain Rogers. It's like he was constantly going back and forth between an excited four year old wanting to impress his teenage brother and the professional in his late forties that he truly was. Coulson stood next to the blond super soldier, fidgeting with the bag in his hand. "We could find a bench..."
Standing at the aforementioned hot dog cart was a smaller and much less conspicuous man. He took in the sounds of the park, only enjoying them as an afterthought. It was almost second nature to listen out for anything that could be defined as a threat. He was surveying the park in several other ways, all of which he did without truly realizing it. It's simply one of the side effects of working for SHIELD for as long as he had. Agent Phil Coulson adjusted the papers in his left hand and the bag containing two hotdogs in his right, only barely acknowledging the dull pain in his chest before he walked towards his childhood hero.
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Personally I like Barbara Johnson the best from 2 XD
A toy on the house! o':