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"What do you mean, we lost his signal? Not just the call, the entire signal is gone?"
A large transport helicopter was landing just above the chasm. Inside, a man with thinning hair and a sharp suit listened to the pilot's report with a look of disbelief.
"Is it possible there's some kind of interference down there?" he asked.
It never occurred to him that Reed might have smashed his phone on purpose. He knew Reed's priority was always his family, but at his core, Reed was a good man with an unshakeable sense of justice. He wouldn't just vanish. The two of them went way back; there was a trust between them that even this strange situation couldn't break.
"Prepare to rappel," the man ordered. "Bring your weapons and be ready for anything."
The soldiers around him, already kitted out in tactical gear, gave a sharp nod and began securing ropes to their harnesses. The man himself wore only his standard black suit, deceptively thin but woven with a WWII-era polymer that offered remarkable ballistic resistance, though it provided little protection against a blade.
The team rappelled down with practiced efficiency, landing at the bottom of the cliff moments later.
"There are scorch marks everywhere," one of the soldiers reported. "The surrounding rock is vitrified. It looks like some kind of high-energy event."
The man's thoughts immediately flashed back to a mission he'd shared with the Director years ago—to beings who could fly and level buildings. The memory still gave him chills.
Could another one have shown up? Did it get to Reed?
Just then, he spotted the shattered remains of Reed's phone on the ground. A knot of anxiety tightened in his stomach.
"Start a carpet search, now!" he commanded.
"Yes, sir!"
The soldiers fanned out, searching the base of the cliff. The man didn't stand idle; he began his own careful inspection, his eyes scanning for any clue, any sign of his friend.
Hidden deep within a pile of rubble, Reed Richards held the still-unconscious Clark, his breath catching in his throat. When he saw who was leading the search team, a small measure of relief washed over him.
It's Coulson. Thank God. At least it wasn't one of the hardliners.
Having his old friend here meant he probably wouldn't be hunted down for what he was about to do. But that didn't mean he could relax. Phil Coulson was a good man, but he was also one of the most competent agents in the organization. Slipping away from him would be nearly impossible.
As if to prove his point, Coulson's sharp eyes suddenly fixed on the exact pile of rubble where Reed was hiding.
"Could it be…"
Staying alert, Coulson drew his pistol and began to approach the rocks, step by cautious step. The other soldiers were further down the chasm, so he didn't call them over.
"Reed? Are you in there?"
Holding his breath, Reed watched through a crack in the rocks as Coulson drew closer. He felt a pang of gratitude that his friend hadn't simply opened fire, but he still felt the weight of the apology he would never get to make.
It has to be now.
When Coulson was just a few feet away, Reed exploded from the rubble. The sudden movement startled Coulson as Reed lunged forward, grabbing the hand that held the pistol.
"Reed, what the—?"
Coulson was stunned by the ambush, completely baffled as to why his friend would attack him. But before he could finish, Reed slammed his forehead into Coulson's face with brutal force.
CRACK.
The blow likely broke Coulson's nose. A wave of guilt washed over Reed, but he couldn't hesitate. He couldn't let them find his nephew. Not yet.
"Sorry, Phil," he whispered. "I'll buy you a drink sometime."
Before Coulson could recover, Reed moved again, delivering a sharp chop to the back of his neck. His friend crumpled to the ground, unconscious. The entire confrontation was over in seconds, a clean and efficient takedown.
After ensuring Coulson was stable, Reed gently lifted Clark again and made his way to the rope he'd used to descend. As he secured his nephew to his back with a second rope, he couldn't help but sigh.
"I don't know what you've been through, kid, but you've lost so much weight." He felt a renewed sense of purpose. "But you're back now. That's all that matters."
With Clark on his back, Reed began his ascent. Before Coulson's soldiers even realized something was wrong, he was at the top of the cliff, in his car, and driving away.
"Damn it… he hits hard."
Coulson slowly came to as his soldiers gathered around him. He remembered everything perfectly. The person who attacked him was, without a doubt, Reed Richards.
"But why?" he muttered, touching his throbbing nose. "What could possibly be so important that he'd have to hide it from me?"
He was completely mystified. Because of the suddenness of the attack and Reed's careful positioning, he hadn't seen Clark at all. He had no idea this was connected to his friend's missing nephew.
"Sir, do you want us to pursue?" a soldier asked. "Intel confirms he's driving away from the area now."
Coulson considered it for a moment, then shook his head. "No. Let him go. We have his identity; we can't make a high-profile scene chasing him down."
It was a decision born from his remaining trust in his friend, but it was also a simple statement of fact. Since Reed and Ben Grimm had started their own private research firm two years ago, he'd become more and more distant from the agency.
He'd refused to let them get their hooks into his company and had turned down most mission assignments, even walking away from the deep-cover operation at the Austen Group.
Sometimes, Coulson felt a pang of envy. With his genius and resources, Reed had managed to do what so few of them ever could: he'd gotten out. He was now a successful entrepreneur, so influential that his technology was already being integrated into military contracts. In this situation, even the Director would have a hard time touching him.
"Pack it up," Coulson commanded, his voice firm. "We're heading back to Washington. I need to report this to the Director, in person."