Phil Coulson wore his trademark warm, approachable smile as he carried a cup of coffee over to Hua Wei and the other two's table with unhurried steps.
His movements were so natural that he looked like nothing more than an ordinary office worker who had suddenly decided to exchange a few words with strangers at the next table.
"Good evening, gentlemen, and miss." Coulson inclined his head slightly, his tone gentle. "I hope I'm not disturbing you. I simply noticed that you all seemed rather extraordinary and couldn't help wanting to introduce myself. I'm Phil Coulson, with the FBI."
He had cleverly chosen an identity that would draw attention in most circumstances while remaining easy to explain, then pulled a classic credential wallet from inside his suit jacket and showed it to the three of them.
Pandora raised her little head, her clear eyes filled with pure curiosity.
Neos, meanwhile, studied Coulson with a deep, tranquil gaze that seemed capable of piercing through appearances and reaching straight into the soul. Even the battle-hardened Coulson felt an inexplicable pressure in his heart, as though he had been completely seen through.
Only Hua Wei remained as languid and casual as before.
He set down his coffee cup and met Coulson's probing gaze, a faint smile touching his lips. "The FBI? That's certainly a reassuring identity. So, Agent, what crime have we committed? Or do we look like the sort of people who might commit one?"
"Just doing my duty. Please don't take offense; it's merely a routine inquiry." Coulson's smile did not waver, and his response was flawless. "New York hasn't been particularly peaceful lately. You don't seem to be locals. Are you here for sightseeing or a business trip?"
"You could call it a vacation." Hua Wei answered lightly, with no