He's grinning at her, the kind of smile that takes over his whole face, deepening the lines around his eyes, and for a moment, there's nothing in the world but the two of them. Just this amazing place where it's silent and light and he's being silly with her. Phil Coulson, being silly.

She feels that silent pull again, the desire to be close to him. Closer than this. Close enough to -- her lungs remind her she is not born to this environment and he's rising. She follows and draws in a huge lungful of air as she surfaces.

It meant letting go of his hand. She swiped her hands over her face, got the water away from her eyes, and then pushed her hair back again.

"All right, let me try this floating again. Spot me?"